azumarill tgs annie
azumaril dahsess out and skdds in the snow. she tirns and spots laurel inte hous stll
laurel tgs daina
laual suts under the high table with a force on curriousity that the tabel hasnt collapex
val, cres, nd rox are out
The blood would have been pounding in Laika’s ears if she had not left most of it in puddles on the snow. She ignored the pain, however, and dashed inside the ruined big house, paws leaving bloody prints on the wet wood that quickly formed slippery sheets of scarlet ice. Some things had a time and place to be, and you couldn’t very well acknowledge a chipped nail when the Germans have started shooting on your men with their death-bringing machine guns. The pain was one of those things; she could pass out later. Just not now.
Her heart frozen and steeled by the death of Treble, Laika vowed to prevent any further deaths that evening, except perhaps her own. Her ears flicking towards any sound of campers crying for help, she urged her paws to go on. She expected some emotional breakdowns from the campers, but Laika had faced too many a crisis to be fazed. Now that she thought about it, that probably wasn’t the best thing one could say about her mental health situation.
Soon enough, she sensed the life essence of a camper. It was quite battered, but still a flickering glow. But with every miracle had to come an unfortunate event, and this was no exception. For, blocking Laika from the camper, was a wall of jumbled wood pieces. Laika studied the wall carefully, crouching to spread her weight more onto her other limbs. The pieces seemed to be all key parts of the wall; any one of them moved and the whole roof would come crashing down.
Any other human being would have barged straight through, making a ‘heroic’ attempt to save their comrades. Even if the whole roof collapsed, they would be hailed as heroes for their ‘bravery’. Bravery didn’t exist. It was either stupidity or desperation, one or the other.
As she studied the wall of wood, Laika didn’t think of how such a historic building was being destroyed; she had seen too many monuments been burned to the ground or defaced with the heads of the enemy. Instead, she cursed whoever had overseen building the place. Sure, camp had magical weather barriers, but the overall construction of the house was in no way up to standards. And, the building hadn’t been repaired except for painting for over a century. She could sense some lead pipes in the place as well, and she wondered how so many campers managed to survive the poisoning. Perhaps it was mild, perhaps demigods are immune, it didn’t matter.
What did matter, however, was how much Laika wanted to strangle the construction overseer.
The cold anger coursing through her veins, Laika hissed, glaring at the wall separating her and the camper. Her eyes blazing, she carefully put her wait on her hind legs and, with a snarl, sprang up to claw at the snow overhead. To her delight, it was pretty solid. Landing back down with a quite thud that sent dust spiraling down, Laika began to think of a plan.
The wall of wood was in the middle of a doorway, which was blocking her from the camper. She knew from experience that the wall would be thick and, if she went off the stupidity of the construction manager, fully solid. That would explain the unusual weight of the up building itself, but it would also let Laika reach the camper. She had little time left, some idiot had apparently damaged a key structure beam, and the building started to rumble.
I’ve never been in a collapsing building before, now that I think about it. Sinking ships, yes, crashing airplanes, yes, even a brief stint on a blimp, but never a building. This must have been what it felt like on 9/11, she mused, before leaping up again, wincing at the pain in her shoulder and neck that chilled her as she twisted her head. The snow over her clumped away under her paw, and Laika scrabbled up, with a few internal curses, the now-frozen top of the wall, where it might have connected with the roof.
She clawed the snow in front of her with her wounded arm; she couldn’t put weight on it and she only had 2 forearms. Soon, she broke through, and saw an unconcious boy lying on the ground, dust around him and a rising bump on his forehead. Suddenly, a wave of senses flooded Laika. She detected the unique aura of death and riches given off by... could it be?
And then it hit her. Literally, and figuratively. She realized that the boy she was staring at was her... brother. And a clump of ice hit her in the small of her back, unbalancing her and sending her toppling down towards the floor. In panic at what her weight at such a velocity would do to the floor and flimsy foundations, she tried to land lightly in her feet. She did so, but her injured arm was shaking from the impact.
Padding with a limp towards her half-brother, she sniffed his body. He was shivering, but still breathing. This time, I might as well send the roof collapsing. No one is in the proximities, and this room of the big house is structurally isolated; if it collapses the other parts will remain intact. For now, of course.
And so, with a mad dash, she slammed her shoulder into the wall of jumbled wood. As she predicted, splinters and shards of ice were driven into her shoulder, but since she had used the one already wounded, she still had one arm intact. It was better than limping on both sides, though her eyes were turning clouded with the pain. With a foolish and stupid dash she would look back on and chuckle at, she dug her teeth into the camper’s shirt and dragged him out of the room with one swift move. The room collapsed in on itself a millisecond after they had gotten out, but Laika was pleased to see that only that room had collapsed. She quickly leaped down the stairs and, slipping on her own blood, deposited her brother in front of a group of waiting Aphrodite kids.
Laika knew there were more campers still trapped inside, though she also noted the additional deaths. She made herself noticed by a pair of Athena’s children who were taking note of who was still alive and when they were last seen. Laika turned to head back into the collapsing house, just as it gave one horrific shudder and debris rained down.
In honesty, she wished she were back on the HMS Puncher. In times of war, you weren’t even mildly guilty about fifty deaths, but here she was being crippled by just one.
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