asgardmeridiem | Breaking the Ice (WIDE OPEN)

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Breaking the Ice (WIDE OPEN)

Who: Anyone Sick of a gigantic Ice-cicle on our front porch who wants to hep out!
What: Removing the Corrupted Ice
When: d513 and onward
Where: The Viscinity of the Gate of Fire and surrounding areas
Rating: Keep it PG

Meta-Post for all those assisting in breaking up the ice who would like to post logs to that effect. A reminder for you that Here is the OOC Post. The basic rundown of events is that while Baldr and Loki tag-team to assist in purifying the corruption to weaken the ice enough to destroy it, the travelers will be using a combination of ingenuity, well-protected muscle, technology and powers to

a) Keep the ice from going everywhere.
b) Heal workers who get magical frostbite.
c) Melt, explode, break up and destroy the ice, carting any left over out of the city.

This process begins throughout 513, and you may all assume you're cordially invited if you want to help out. I'll leave some general prompts for participants. Remember the following hazards:

Hazards:
-The Ice has not weakened. It's not stronger, and it hasn't grown, but it's just as hazardous as it was to start. Touch it, and you get frostbite that has to be healed magically, and the healing leaves you with regular frostbite to handle the old fashioned way.
-The above matters because part of this plan involves blowing this massive thing of ice to pieces. Yes, you're planning to build big bulwarks and walls, but there's always a risk of some getting on a few of you... or a lot.
-After this is done, clean-up crews will have to scour the streets and search for pieces just in case. ---Once it's all out, the Engineers can focus on rebuilding the Gate of Fire.

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Feel free to post up your well-wrought plans for breaking up the ice here if you want!

Those who are building barriers to hold in the ice as it is cracked, broken and melted may feel free to post threads related to shielding here as you like!

Got Frostbite? Need a healer? Wanna heal? You know what to do!

Baldr is visible through the process. While he is obviously exerting himself and somewhat strained, he is not impossible to speak to. Tendrils of glowing light pass from him towards the icy structure as the work progresses. The more that is blown apart and removed, the more at ease and the more tired he looks. However, despite everything he seems to have a determined, if eternally annoyed, look on his face.

Should someone wish to speak to him, they may do so here.

A.

Energy transfer powers are useful enough, in their way. But now, when their efforts are new enough that everyone seems very fresh and alert still, Roland wonders whether he even ought to be here. But operations like this always need more manpower, people to carry equipment and weapons, to help set things up, hold this or that still or any number of small tasks everyone else is too busy for. Roland wanders, looking around for someone who seems to need something. He's alert to any voices or gestures that look to be calling him over, but this whole thing is very crowded and busy. If he gets in the way of your powers or your weapons on accident, do please try not to hit him in the face. Or anywhere else.

B.

Later on, though, there's sure to be some whose work isn't quite done, who want to keep going but who clearly need a little bit more than a break. Roland keeps an eye out for those people. But since he's only got so much energy to give, mostly what he's doing is playing servant and passing out drinks. Nothing more refreshing than bottles of water, but those are necessary enough that Roland can ignore how this stings at his pride and just do it. Hey, you. Yeah. You. Don't need any water? Too bad, Roland's shoving it in your face anyway, along with a Look. He knows what you need just as well as you do, and right now what you need is water. Better take it, if you know what's good for you.

c.

Anything else? Whatever you want to do, whenever, go for it.

Edited 2014-09-22 22:25 (UTC)

[Even if she isn't in Sigyn, Clem's still around and knows basic first aid for any normal injuries not involving the ice if anyone needs it.]

He's only just arrived, and had enough time to chip off a tiny piece of ice for closer examination. At first, with his eyes alone, then with a high-powered microscope running on a battery in his lap.

He hasn't gotten a good look when he's attacked by Roland with a water bottle. What unusual behavior. You people are going to turn September into one gigantic question mark.

"Thank you." Appropriate response?

[Minato's one of maybe many using Shadow Powers to try and contain the ice. Being level 2 isn't shabby but he's having a hell of a hard time trying to keep the ice from spreading.]

We can't let go yet.

[Hawkeye may be a lazy slob in most other ways, but when it comes to his medical work, he's hard working and meticulous. He'd contacted the folks from Supply to requisition either a tent, or a pavilion, or hell, even just a few bits of canvas and poles so he can set up a small, temporary enclosure to keep people warm despite the chill of the day while he works on their frostbites. It's just no good to let the freshly-healed flesh to get cold again, and this way, people don't have to tramp all the way back to the clinic or the hospital, and it leaves the wandering healers time to handle the injuries that need more immediate care.

So come one, come all, to Hawkeye's Healing Hut For Frostbitten Fingers...and toes. And other things.]

Roland shrugs, hunkering beside September to look at whatever it is he's doing. It doesn't look like anything Roland's needed to help with but he wants to stay for a few moments anyway, and there's no harm in doing so as long as he keeps it brief. "Hard to tell with you whether you need it yet. How long've you been here?"

[Yuiko wasn't part of the medics or the engineering group, but she had tagged along with everyone else in case they needed help with anything. Several people had encouraged her that energy transfer would be good since there were probably a lot of people who would be tired from working, and if the healers were tired it would be good for someone to help them as well.

Until she was needed though, she'll be going around with water and seeing if anyone needs something to drink.]

"Not long." He sets the water aside, looking through the eyepiece again. It isn't telling him anything, and he puts it back in its case, too. "Did you come with a plan?"

"No plan." He nods toward what September just put away. "No equipment. Trying to be of some help where I can." There's a muffled explosion in the distance and he looks up in time to see shards of the black ice patter, mostly harmlessly, against a barrier. "Looks like the plan's pretty simple so far. I could ask you the same thing, anyway."

[Four himself doesn't any particularly developed plans for breaking down the ice. He doesn't usually plan too terribly much in the long run anyway, and he's not really got any of the sorts of powers that would much help in the melting of the ice by any traditional means. But that doesn't mean he's not willing to do what he can all the same.

For a moment, he spends his time looking for anyone who might have the ability to make fire; when he tires of that, he settles for something a little more basic. And if he looks a little odd, working away at the ice with the sturdiest bit of... something he's managed to get his hands on, he's never minded that.]

If we only had something like an icebreaker, we might be able to get somewhere.

[He'd like to say that he's been careful with the ice. But the fact of the matter is that he rather hasn't been. Curiosity has done what it's best and, well, he'd not thought that simply lightly running his fingers over the surface of the ice would have sure as severe an effect as it clearly has.

He even has the good grace to look a bit sheepish about it, as he makes his way into the little enclosure that Hawkeye's had set up.]

Ah, this is the right place, yes?

Liquid refreshment... Yes, I expect that this would be of some assistance.

[The creature that she was offering water to was gray-skinned and clearly more than a little tired. He settled against a wall and grunted, looking over at a half-built wall. It was doing a good job, but it was clear he wanted to continue the work somehow.]

Infernal ice block is unnecessarily and inappropriately large.

I am informed that these small sticks are particularly useful for this purpose.

[Equius was standing nearby, handing the small scale explosives and sticks of TNT that were to be used once cracked and wedged into place to try and shatter the rock. Gunpowder was to be laced with plant material breaking in, if he remembered correctly.

Or at least something to that effect.]

We simply require large fuses, yes?

[A hand reached for his. It came into view and hovered there, the claws familiar while a raspy voice spoke from just behind him.]

Take my hand and I'll help you out some. You can't do that with just your power.

Oh no did you lose your bracelet? Umm, we could try to get one of the guards really quick to find another one!

[It was the first time that Yuiko had actually come across one of the trolls, but she remembered that people turned gray when they lost their bracelet and she had remembered that she had been miserable when it had happened to her.]

Ah, but you said you wanted some water, but we have to hurry.

[She's trying to help really.]

The stance Don's adopted is casual, a hand in his pocket and the other at his side. Fingers twitching as he works. He'd started small with magic, peeling off his silhouette and passing hours honing its edges or pitting it with holes. Other shadow users have fashioned vast bulwarks, but his strength is fine control: his shadow's seeping into the ice in front of him, worrying at the cracks. It's patient, draining work. Sweat's begun to bead on his forehead and he can feel his magic, too, getting slippery when there's a movement beside him.

His fingers splay. The shadow disintegrates. His step backward turns to a stumble and he reaches out to grip the other man's arm. His hand clamps down as he regains his balance. Stays flat on Roland's arm another heartbeat. “Shit--excuse me.” He's stepping away when he gets a look at Roland; something slams down behind his eyes.

He's never met the man, never wanted to since seeing him on the network assuring Odin anyone who disagreed with war would be dealt with. Since hearing lunatic certainty in his voice. “Sorry about that. It's obviously time for a break.” His smile's pinched, his words are stiff, but maybe that's exhaustion.

Edited (tag now rated pg) 2014-09-26 02:27 (UTC)

Roland, whose world hasn't had anything like the network for a long, long time, doesn't begin to think that abrupt shift in the man's manner is because Roland's character's already been measured with him all unaware. It's something about Roland specifically, that much is clear. Maybe he'd been expecting someone else.

"I think so," Roland agrees, tone cautiously polite, as he holds a water bottle from his purse out toward him. "How long're you planning on being here?"

[... did someone say fuses.

As in, to bombs.

YOU HAVE YUSUF'S ATTENTION, SIR.]

I could perhaps make some with string. But I can supply a few bombs as well. They need only be thrown.

Pushing himself beyond his limits is what Dirk has been about since day one. He isn't about to break from something like that when important work needs done. He's been constructing ice barriers and reinforcing them with stone and sometimes metal supports. It takes a lot of work to accurately shape the ice so it will not only protect those behind it but prevent ricochet behavior in the fragments.

Dirk is halfway through yet another check of the most recently constructed of the lot when the bottle of water is shoved against the side of his face. The cold shocks his mind enough that he jerks his head up. He raises his eyebrows and sighs. "Alright. I'll take a break. But give me a second, the angle of these things has to be precise." He pauses to twist the cap off the water before he adds. "They look decent to you? I'm damn sure I got the math right but I could always be slightly off my calculations."

[Ah, excellent. He's glad to have that attention. Someone else who knows the love of explosives. Nodding, he looked rather pleased to have this one's attention.]

The thrown sort may be helpful, but more than this we need the sort emplaced so they can crack the fissures open and break it up for further demolition. Think of it as shattering a wall, only magical ice instead of stone.

Lose my? Do I look as if I have lost my bracelet? [He held his up, raising an eyebrow behind his shades. The colored horns stood out on his forehead as a sort of hint, though poor Yuiko had never met his sort, so...

Oh wait, he remembered the gray skin.]

You have never met a troll, have you?

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Breaking the Ice (WIDE OPEN)

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Cleanup and Barriers!

Healers!

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