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CHRISTMAS IN JULY: PART 2

Who: Everyone!
What: The mingle log for Part Two of the Christmas in July event.
When: Days 478-479 (July 13-16th)
Where: Anywhere in the city!
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

CHRISTMAS IN JULY, PART TWO;
Days 478-479 (July 13-16th)

Day 478 (July 14): Following a network post announcing an impending attack by ice giants and Thiazi's declaration to the city, the fight begins when a small swarm of pixies descends upon the city, no more than eight inches tall and the definition of "glass cannons." They create chaos however they can: shaking snow onto people, carrying off weapons, and attacking directly if approached without an easy exit. Their teeth are curved like fangs and razor-sharp.

While the pixies stir the city up, the frost giants begin to load the golems up into the catapults. Two by two, the massive ice creatures come crashing - literally - into the city. They land hard and inaccurately, as the engineers' defenses on the city walls keep the giants from approaching too quickly, and some golems seem to be damaged already by the same defenses as they land. The pixies seem to lose interest around sunset (though you may find one or two hidden and sleeping in a snowbank if you look hard enough - they'll attack aggressively if woken), but the fights with the golems continue well into the night, until all in the city are dispatched. Where the pixies turn into snow, the golems transform into large hunks of ice after they are killed.
Day 479 (July 15-16): At sunrise, the pixies ascend from their hiding places and scatter, doing their best to break into homes to attack people directly. Today, anyone who finds himself bitten will begin to feel and act strangely.

Ice golems continue to come crashing into the city throughout the morning. All of the original ones slain, Thiazi begins creating more on the spot: while they may be more numerous, they are weaker, and many have odd physical defects. Some are missing arms, and others have extra heads. Following an attack by the strike team, the number itself will begin to thin considerably as one of the catapults is damaged and the other is destroyed completely.

Just before sunset, Thiazi delivers a final message and makes a hasty retreat with her entourage of frost giants. The spell responsible for the odd weather breaks the moment that she passes the threshold a half mile out, and all remaining pixies and golems in the city immediately, mid-action, turn to snow and ice.

By midnight, the city is thawed completely.

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You know I am not leaving your here!

[ The thought to her right now of him turning on her is inconceivable. Alice even surprises herself as she does collect his weapons, but she doesn't leave them, either, as she shifts them to one free side of her waist.

The only issue she has here is, of course, grabbing him by the arm to take him right to the clinic. He should know by now she's very stubborn. ]

Let's go.

And I am not asking you to. [ He assures ] But leave the blades, Alice. [ They are far too large and bulky for ease of movement - Merlin's is shorter, but heavier, and Feanor's longsword may be unreasonably light for its size, but it is still a longsword designed for use by someone of Maglor's height ]

We will move faster without, and I will not have them encumber you if we must fight.

[ Alice falls silent and doesn't remove her hand from his arm. She's stubborn, she wants to carry them back with her so that he doesn't have to worry about it later. Not only that, Alice wants to prove her strength, even if they possibly would encumber her. Wordlessly, she ducks her head to the side, giving a small tug.

Even if she remains on very friendly terms with him, this close vicinity makes her uncomfortable. ]

It's fine. I can carry them.

I know you can - but they are too long and heavy - if we are attacked, yenya, I do not want you encumbered by them. Leave them - I still have my knife, and they are too heavy for the pixies to lift.

[ He blinks and shakes his head but the blurriness remains ] You will need both hands to fight, and I am of little help right now. The longsword alone might trip you if you need to move.

[ Alice does her best not to roll her eyes. She's worried for him, she feels it's only natural not to allow him to be without a weapon. Alice decides to leave them in a place she knows where they'll both find them. She swallows her pride, scurrying across him to leave them hidden underneath a shrub, in plain sight of him but also where no one will find them. Hopefully.

Actually, if anyone messes with them, Alice will be hunting them down. ]

Now can we go?

[ Maglor sways, fighting down the surge of bloodlust and malice, but he nods ]

Aye, let us be off then. I am sorry to make you worry, Alice.

This isn't your fault. Do not apologize for something you had no hand in!

[ She finds herself scolding him out of momentary frustration. She doesn't quite grip him to keep him close, she just chooses to lead him, guarding him along the way. Her stress level has gone up even more as she keeps both of her eyes vigilant as much as her knives. ]

Yes yes [ He smiles for her and follows slowly, fighting back the madness. The unfortunate pixie who seeks to ambush them learns that this makes him no worse a shot, however, when it is abruptly pinned to a wall by his knife as it comes round the corner ]

[ She doesn't need the venom of the pixies to stir that streak of violence; both knives are out again as Alice loses her temper on them for even laying a hand on him in the first place. ]

Don't even think about touching him.

[ A cut or two later as Alice took out another round of them, she rushes back to his aid. ]

I won't use it, I won't use Hel's powers.

[ He is leaning on the wall again when she returns, knife back in its sheathe, and he opens his eyes when he hears her coming and smiles at her ]

If that is what you need to do Alice, do not fear to use it. I will be well, little butterfly.

[ Finally, when the coast is clear, yet again, Alice scrambles back over to him. ]

Are you hurt?

[ Aside from the hands. She scans him over, resuming the walk to the clinic. And yet, Alice refuses still, her face darkening. ]

No. I am not using the same power that Pitch Black has.

No - nothing new, Alice. [ it screams for blood but the Oath was far louder and he wrestles down the fever in his blood ]

Never is a long time, yenya - do not be too quick to throw away your weapons.

[ he nods and pulls away from the wall ] Best we keep moving in any case

You haven't met him. He is Sandy, Bunny, and North's enemy.

[ She says this while tugging on his arm again, just to make sure now that he's closer (despite her reluctance) to her so he doesn't get ambushed again. Alie is really not in the mood for that anymore.

And the clinic is further away. ]

I prefer my knives.

And you do well with them, Alice. I suppose I have not met him - but even the enemy of my enemy may be uneasy allies if the cause is grave enough.

[ he follows obediently, by this point almost stumbling, only his considerable will keeping him conscious and alert ]

[ The fact he's stumbling has Alice stopping to a complete halt to turn around to face him and evaluate his health currently. Alice gestures for him to stop, glancing around to ensure no more golems are surfacing. ]

What's wrong? Are you light-headed?

A little. [ He smiles at her, fighting down the screaming malice in his blood ] I will manage, Alice. I have done so on worse than this before. Let us both hie to safety, and then you may worry as you please.

[ He's too tall sometimes. Alice gives a tug of his sleeve to lead him to safety. In the mean time, she hovers close, closer than she normally would. She's escorting him and it is a funny image for such a tall man being led by a girl half of his size. She keeps them both at a steady pace, but not the point where she's dragging him. ]

You must promise me you won't fall. I'm afraid I can't carry you if you do.

[ The bites itch and burn and the world swims, but Maglor is Feanorian, with all that line's famous stubborn will, and he is from an older time, a brighter, stronger light. He stays on his feet, and follows her. ]

I will do what I can.

[ She keeps him tightly secured in her grip, trying to get to the clinic quick as possible before something much worse happens. It's not that long now; she almost breaks out into a scurry, but Alice refrains to make sure the elf doesn't stumble on his feet. Her grip on him tightens once gets him in doors and a place to rest.

Of course she stops to look up at him to reevaluate his state. Alice tugs on his sleeve, again feeling younger than she should be. ]

Mister Maglor- here, let me check your temperature.

[ He walks in dream now, as much as reality, forcing himself to keep going (it might be the woods after the Nirnaeth, or Doriath, it might be the plains after the Dagor Bragollach and all around is fire and ash. He walks because someone dear to him needs him to keep going, so he does.

He pulls back when she comes closer, a startled almost aggressive flinch, but he wrestles down the snarl before it reaches her. ]

Alice? [ tired and weary ] Are we there, little butterfly?

[ He flinches, so does Alice, who nearly jumps back several feet. Once he regains his composure, she can at least let out a relieved sigh. At least now she can force him to sit down because of his height in order to feel his forehead. ]

We're here. So please, sit for a moment.

[ She shoos him to sit and once he's in the waiting room sitting, Alice puts one hand on his forehead and one on her own to compare hers. ]

Slowly. [ He reminds her ] No sudden movements right now, Alice - my reflexes are all strange at the moment. [ he is quiet and pale, eyes, struggling to focus, but there is no fever and he obeys her easily enough ]

[ She wants to make sure or rather, she wants to see if it's something she can fix herself. Alice looks up at him, frowning. No, there is none and it is very curious when he's lethargic. She holds out her hands, slowly and carefully to let him know that she has nothing. ]

I am going to fetch someone fore you. It will be alright.

[ She abides by his instructions, rising slowly to run off and grab someone. When she does return a few minutes later, she does not return alone, she brings a native. ]

[ He's half asleep when they return, drifting in fever dreams, fighting the malice in his blood as he might have done at home. He starts awake, eyes wide and bright and feral, only calming when he recognises Alice. He sounds tired. ]

Gwilwileth.

[ She has already explained Maglor's troubles with his reflexes, that sudden movements hadn't help. She's concerned about his hands and there is already mentions from the clinic staff that there had been many like him in his condition. She hates doctors so this has taken a lot for her to work up the courage to look past her misgivings of hospitals to help him. ]

Are you awake, atar?

[ She says it to pull him back into focus, gently and slowly tugging on him to help him up. Here again despite her resentment to contact, Alice grips his arm tightly so she can lead him back with the staff member ushering them along the way to treat his wounds. The native mentions he's not the only one afflicted with this abnormal behaviour. That comment has Alice looking up at him in worry.

Her grip tightens. ]

CHRISTMAS IN JULY: PART 2

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so i'm winging this, lol

we both are s'all good!

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