|
Post by Ramulus on Dec 6, 2009 13:07:24 GMT -5
Ramulus is doing dangerous work and trying to get it done as fast as possible. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less either. Inwardly there's even a spark of pride as he's able to pass off the victims to the outside, helping them outside. Because the others are already calling for her, Ramulus does not address Clipper. He is, however, very keen on any sounds coming from below.
Apparantly Elita swapped support for helping out, so he's quick to help out with the bracing and avoidance of debris falling into the gap, "are you holding up, Makeshift?"
|
|
|
Post by Makeshift on Dec 8, 2009 8:16:01 GMT -5
"Don't worry about me," Makeshift verbally waves off Ramulus's question, shifting to rest a little of the weight onto the brace and turning his boosters down to a lower burn to conserve power. "I've got a full enough tank from sitting around the ship so long, I could hold this up all day." He'd really rather not, though. Playing structural support is boring. Still, his hands aren't really nimble enough to handle soft organic bodies, especially ones already wounded.
"It's not really a long-term thing," he adds to Elita-1. "Just to help support it for a few cycles. Once this building's clear, we'll take the brace out and set the roof down nice and easy so it doesn't topple on someone else later."
|
|
|
Post by Clipper on Dec 8, 2009 22:50:44 GMT -5
"I don't think that there's enough room in here just yet, Elita," Clipper calls back out as she carefully works pieces of debris loose. It's taking longer than she'd like, because she doesn't have Holi's training, just second-hand guesswork based on stories he's told her, and she has to be careful that what she's trying to move isn't the vital support for something else that could bring it all down on top of them all.
The gent's leg... appendage... thing... (it seems one part leg, one part tentacle, with a graspong hand foot at the end, from what she can tell) doesn't seem too badly damaged, but his clothing is pretty badly torn. Who wears gold accented samite-mesh with real gold threads, anyway? Obviously someone who can afford to have his duds repaired or replaced when he's healed up, so she doesn't worry about ripping a long gash in the cloth and tearing the hem off to finally free his foot... hand... thing. He's still unconscious and completely dead weight as she drags him toward where Elita is still bracing one edge of the roof near the opening.
"One... coming... out," she grunts in an unladylike manner as she drags the alien toward safety. It would be so much easier to get him moved if she could even stand up and use her whole body, instead of humping along like an inchworm!
Hopefully getting his front half shoved into the open gap is close enough and Elita or Ramulus can take him from there, because there are still muffled cries and sobbing coming from deeper in the collapse. She leaves him there, turning back to delve deeper, building herself a little tunnel of shifted debris as she goes.
|
|
|
Post by Elita-1 on Dec 9, 2009 12:33:37 GMT -5
Elita didn't so much swap support for help as offer one arm to the crawling woman to help pull her out. Elita copied her strength from Omega-freaking-Supreme; she could pick up and toss the roof across the city if she tried.
"I see him. Ramulus, you're smaller. Can you get in there and and help him the rest of the way? How many more do we have in there, or can you tell, Clipper?"
The talk on the radio is worrying her, as is the fact that she hasn't heard anything from Sentinel in awhile. She hopes he's okay.
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Dec 9, 2009 12:42:11 GMT -5
Re-inserting Scenemod into rotation.
There are only a couple more wounded left, and they are more scared than hurt, cowering in pockets formed by the collapse.
A disturbing creaking sound comes from the remains of the building as Clipper moves further in, and a shudder runs through it. She might want to get done and get out.
And fast.
Building is very close to full collapse, with the back supports about to give way completely. If someone wants to pose that happening in their post, they may.
|
|
|
Post by Ramulus on Dec 11, 2009 9:37:56 GMT -5
"Sure" Ramulus crawls in, grabs the alien man and begins to drag him out further. He makes sure not to make matters worse, but he's not being cuddly either. There simply isn't enough time for that (not that he would be if there was).
He gets back in, worried by the creaking, to be able to take over as soon as Clipper brings someone else up again.
|
|
|
Post by Clipper on Dec 13, 2009 16:51:28 GMT -5
posting due to Makeshift timeout.
"Just a couple more, I think," Clipper yells back as she worms her way through the debris. "But I don't know for sure. There may be more deeper in!"
"Stay still for just a moment," she orders as she finds one of those protected little pockets and starts clearing a hole into it. "Stay still and I'll have you out in no time."
Fortunately, the young woman she frees from confinement there is more than able to crawl her way back out through the tunnel Clipper has built, which is good. Clipper isn't liking that ominous creaking going on all around her. Whimpers to her left alert her to the other victim she thought she'd heard, and she pauses to start digging again.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll have you out in a moment!" she says calmly, trying to soothe what sounds like another terrified young woman. Clipper barely manages to get a slab of wall wrenched out of the way when the frightened victim scrambles free, shoving past Clipper to reach the hastily constructed tunnel, too scared to even accept Clipper's assistance to the surface.
Within the little cavity the woman had occupied, Clipper spies a thin gap, and beyond that, what looks like another body lying amidst the rubble. "Think I have one more down here! Give me a second to check!"
She hasn't completely managed to wedge herself in far enough to reach that victim when the whole building - what's left of it - gives a shudder, the groan bellowing deep into the pile of rubble--
Pain suddenly slams into her from above, and what little light Clipper has is suddenly swallowed by dust and darkness crashing in on her with a thunderous roar. And then even that thunder is swallowed by the oblivious of unconsciousness.
ooc: the shaky supports at the back of the pile have given way, and the tunnel Clipper constructed to get the victims out has totally collapsed as well. Clipper is now officially skippable.
|
|
|
Post by Elita-1 on Dec 14, 2009 21:07:10 GMT -5
Elita feels the last heavy shudders running through the building before the collapse.
"Clipper! Ramulas! Get ou-"
And then the walls come tumbling down.
Her borrowed strength fades as the dust settles, but that doesn't stop her from immediately starting to dig her friend (and possibly Ramulas) out of the rubble.
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Dec 14, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -5
Clipper may be out for the count and buried from view of her fellows, but she is not out of view of a certain unsavory character who is peering through a grate. The grate is located in the floor of that little room Clipper had been working her way into, and is miraculously mostly unblocked by debris.
Said unsavory character, the same one who was so rudely rejected Ramulas's demands of help, pushes the grate up and hauls himself into the room. He grabs Clipper's legs and pulls her beneath the flooring, into the tunnel systems below.
The grate is pulled back into place as more debris fall from above.
Scenemod is now skippable.
|
|
|
Post by Ramulus on Dec 15, 2009 14:40:39 GMT -5
Ramulus hears the sounds, and he knows. He curls up instinctively in the lack of time to turn around and scram, instead tries to form the slightest of spaces as the ground crashes around him and starts to crush him with their weight. His sensors are beginning to damage as their protective covers are compromised, numbing his net with pain; "Raaaaargh!"
For a moment, the world goes black. Then it's bathed with green light pouring from spark crystal, optics and mouth; Ramulus bucks upwards against the crushing force of gravity, shattering stone and denting steel into a solid bubble. The debris trembles and falls around his location.
The act was costly, as he has to sink back to the ground to stable his systems which are by now showing numerous warnings. But he's no longer being crushed.
//I.... erm.... am not....-pant-... dead, guys. Will try to... -huff- dig out. Clipper? -pause- Are you on-line?//
|
|
|
Post by Elita-1 on Dec 17, 2009 12:27:01 GMT -5
OOC: okay, I think this means I'm up, since Clipper is skippable and Makeshift hasn't posted back in yet?
//I can't raise Clipper on the radio!// Elita transmits to both Makeshift and Ramulus. //Ramulus, I'm gonna try and help you. Think I've got your position...//
Elita is very, very worried, and not just about Clipper. Too many things happening all at once, too many friends in unknown situations. She spares a glance over her shoulder back toward Optimus.
Looks like he's got his own mess to handle. And what was all that about talk on the radio about impersonating?
She starts to carefully uncover debris from where she thinks Ramulus is.
|
|
|
Post by Ramulus on Dec 18, 2009 7:42:13 GMT -5
//Trying to meet you halfway...// Ramulus answers, deliberately ignoring the Clipper-factor because else he's going to lose his concentration. The Maximal resists the urge to rest some more, denying himself that untill he's out.
From within his protective bubble he begins to dig upwards, which, all things considered, might be the most dangerous thing to do. But he'd rather have the ceiling collapse again in parts which he can move around, than create one big mess.
|
|
|
Post by Elita-1 on Dec 19, 2009 14:19:01 GMT -5
Elita-1, meanwhile, is working her way down to him.
She works carefully and methodically, removing the debris a layer at a time in what is likely a wider area than Ramulus himself is working on. Hopefully this will minimize what falls back down on the Maximal.
After a few moments, she thinks she hears him below, and so tries to pinpoint his position more accurately.
Tap, tap "Ramulus?"
She also makes a radio call to let people know what's going on with.
|
|
|
Post by Ramulus on Dec 20, 2009 10:59:38 GMT -5
It helps! At times chunks and plates and dust fall down, covering and scratching Ramulus, but only minor. He quivers slightly as he moves the heavier debris, until he hears muffled tapping and his name called.
"Down here!" he answers, scratching at the area closest to the sound. Dust falls down, the darkness gradually gets lighter and then there's a hole peering to the outside! Sighing relieved, Ramulus sticks out a hand while wrecking the gap bigger so he'll be able to crawl out.
|
|
|
Post by Elita-1 on Dec 21, 2009 12:37:50 GMT -5
Elita sighs in relief when she hears the Maximal call out, then works to help him make the gap bigger. As soon as she thinks it's big enough, she tries to grasp his arm and help haul him out of the pile.
"Do you hurt badly?" she asks, "I...blast! We don't have any actual medics with us, do we?"
Elita looks back at the fallen building. "And what about Clipper?"
|
|