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[knaveswitness]

[Toto, I don't think we're in the Glass City anymore.

The video is grainy and seems to be skipping, even to those within the sandy version of the beloved City, thanks to the sand damage and... okay some blunt force trauma to the poor network box.

A pale haired man with smears of blood on his chin, (but more on his blade), is slumped against a rock, a scant cover in the midst of the desert.

A dark haired younger man is panting himself to unconsciousness nearly off-screen. Intermittently, an obscenely large black feather blows past in the dry wind.

Another man, short cropped hair and glasses, is occupied ripping off a veil and other feminine accessories.

My, what have these gents been up to?

The man whose device this seems to be finally moves, one hand now clapped over his mouth and shoulders shaking in mid-coughing fit, pokes the device with his blade until it tips up to offer a view of the sun's position and their rocky outcropping.

A location.

Which is the closest Xerxes Break is ever going to get to asking for help from strangers.]

[ooc; see here for details! Anyone is free to hop in. Replies WILL come to the post even if there's no verbal audio in the post itself!]

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[ ACTIONthos, the new freshmaker ]

[a_parting_word]

[ Said dark haired younger gent seems all but hellbent on choking up a lung and roughly 2.74 kg of sand. ]

Can't... love of... of.... I told you to bribe.

[ ACTION ]

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam's having a heck of a time getting that veil off. Something about it getting hooked in his hair and then it snagged on his collar and... ARGH, leaving that for later since he just heard Gilbert wheezing. At least his belt is easy enough to take off and the small flask hooked onto it. ]

You should really take some water for that cough. There's a little bit left. [ It's not much, a few drops. It was all he could snag after the shouting and mayhem started. ]

Break, you too.

[ ACTION ]

[knaveswitness]

I won't bribe when there's probably- [choking on blood, it's pleasant]

Probably at least ten do-gooders running around dying to save someone.

[Bitter about needing help?

Yes.

He turns his useless remaining eye Liam's way, in the very distinct "give it to Gilbert" sort of way. Eloquent silences.]

- You heard the man.

[ ACTION ]

[a_parting_word]

[ Ah, if only good Gilbert's hearing weren't slightly impeded by Yet Another Choking Fit. Too much dust. Entirely too much ---

He waves the water away. ]

Throw anything down my throat now and you'll have me on your - keh - conscie... khh-keh - conscience.

[ But the ~ romantic ~ sight of their brave captors up a dune reminds him of something. ]

Where's... where's Elliot?

[ ACTION ] the latest, sorry!

[haring_to_go]

Idiots. [ Fine! No one gets water then. He'll just clip that back on his belt and glare for thirty seconds before responding to Gil. ]

I'm afraid he's gone, unless his body's been restored. [ despite his many deaths, he wasn't entirely sure how it returned. But he sighs and stands up, being in the best shape out of the three. ]

I'll take a look. [ and he'll hurry too. He has no intention of being caught again! ]

[warmachine]

[ A little after the video went up, Rhodey lands near their position, face plate going up. ]

Hey.

[a_parting_word]

[ ...meanwhile, good Gil will take the time to be dutifully horrified by this brave new world's technological advances, because correct him if he's wrong, but he could swear Rhodey was - ]

Good... good da - you were flying. No, the sun's gone to my head, you can't have been - you were flying?

[warmachine]

Yeah. I was flying. [ Frowning a little. ] You guys look like you could use some help.

[knaveswitness]

Never mind him.

[Break swings his bloodied sword vaguely in Gilbert's direction, struggling to stand- get presentable, damn it.]

Good of you to drop by.

[warmachine]

Like I said. You look like you could use the help. [ Shrugging doesn't translate all that well through the suit, but that's what he's doing. ] James Rhodes. I can give you a lift to the safe zone.

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam trudges back up the dune with an Elliot draped inelegantly around his shoulders. The fair damsel carrying his knight! There was something disturbingly wrong with this picture. ]

Ah! You must have seen our call for help. [ he eases Elliot down ] I'm Liam Lunettes. Thank-you for coming all the way out here. It must have been difficult. [ especially since they just put out the call. ]

Video

[worldofourown]

[The sound of LOL-ing. Loud, nutty, obnoxious LOL-ing. Maaaan, if only he had a camera.]

Video

[knaveswitness]

[The sound of... someone not amused at your loling, sir.]

Video

[haring_to_go]

[ was he hearing things? He must be mistaken. All that sound getting to his head... ]

I... beg your pardon?

[ talking to air, his hands are a little too full to handle his phone at the moment. ]

[closetpervert]

[Recognizing one of the men to be Liam, Klarth rushed over as quickly as he could with bottles of water and bandages in a bag for the other two who seemed severely injured. The sound of his accessories jangling could most likely be heard from afar and his rather distinct clothing made him stand out a bit even amongst the sandy dunes.

Spotting them in the distance, the summoner called out and waved to them as he approached closer.]

Hey!

[knaveswitness]

[There is... someone. Break can hear his jangling before anything else, and he doesn't recognize the voice.

So in answer, he only raises his sword like a sort of... macabre wave.]

[closetpervert]

[Klarth gave a relieved sigh to seeing that sword unsteadily being waved and rushed over. Lowering the bag, he kneed down beside the man.]

Are you guys all right?

[He quickly reached over to the sack to pull out a bottle of water to hand over.]

Here, drink.

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam rounds the dune, carrying Elliot over his shoulder. No worries. He's passed out cold, literally. No beat in him at all. ]

Don't bother. He won't drink until everyone else does. [ he should know. He tried it once already. Of course, Xerxes is free to prove him wrong at any time. Liam won't mind. Not at all. yeah right ]

[closetpervert]

Ah, Liam. [He smiled to see that his friend is well though the next drew a small sigh out of him as he glanced down at the man.]

Is that so.. Don't concern yourself. There's plenty for everyone here. [He dragged the sack closer to show the two and offered it to Liam.]

Have some yourself, Liam.

[ooc; Sorry;; I wasn't sure if there was any particular order to this so held off for a bit. Let me know if there is one and I could fix it!]

[haring_to_go]

[ ooc: I... don't know! Rizu's been really busy. I'll try and catch her to see if she still wants to go on with these since Ruxi dropped Gil. ]

[ he takes the flask gratefully ] You came well prepared. [ his estimation of you just keeps growing and growing. ] I don't suppose you have something to eat in that sack, do you? [ he was afraid to eat anything the last few days, in case it knocked him out again. ]

[closetpervert]

[ooc; Aw, Ic ic. No prob at all though I wanted to ask if we could handwave the rest since I still have much to catch up on too? If you guys don't mind the slow pace tho then I shall keep tagging as it comes~<33 Much love!]

One must in situations as this. [Klarth smiled and began to take out food from the said sack as Liam spoke.] Certainly do as well as bandages for the two. I brought anything that may be necessary.

[haring_to_go]

(ooc: I say let's go ahead and handwave the rest of this since Gil's no longer here. His help was much appreciated!)