hadriel_logs | Event Log: Fire Festival

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Fire Festival event
Where: All over the city!
When: September 14th-17th
Warnings: Smoke, fire, alas no marshmallows

Honestly, it's probably pure luck that a fire hasn't broken out sooner. All you people with your cooking and your magical fire powers and your explosives, you know? It shouldn't be a surprise that in a city with no fire alarms something will eventually get, well, a little too hot. It's only amazing that this is the first time.

So, are you one of the lucky ones? If you live on the south side of the city, in the houses that recently arrived, you'll probably be fine. You can go chill at the hot springs while everyone else desperately tries to save their homes and shops. Not your problem, right?
Or maybe you're a slightly better person than that, and you head right in to help the injured and stop the fire. Nice!

If you're on the north side of the city, things are going to be a little more urgent. Sure,
you could go chill at the hot springs too, but your house might burn down, or your favorite shop, or one of the nicer landmarks that you've gotten attached to. Maybe you should keep an eye on things - protect your own stuff, save yourself and your friends and pets, and then lend a hand to those in need. All you've got is each other!

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It's been a shitty day.

After making sure that her only friend located near the blaze was safe back at Lup's new digs on the southern end of the caves, the elf had returned to the scene of the fire to see if there was anything she could possibly do to help.

The short answer was no. Her magic was mostly fire-based, generally all for offensive purposes. It was hard to work any of her spells into ways that could help put out or contain or do anything regarding the spreading flames that were quickly overtaking the city. Of course there were small tasks she could take up, help usher people into the clinics or keep them from going into the buildings for forgotten mementos, but it seemed like the whole city was coming together to volunteer. She'd honestly feel much better getting back home to Taako and Lucretia, to keep them safe and far away from this mess.

But it's just as she turns to put distance between herself and the flames, Lup hears whispers of a member of the fire brigade that has yet to return after running into a spire to save whoever else was left inside. Lup barely has the chance to make up her mind before she's rushing in, heading for the stairs, a hand pressed over her mouth to try and minimize how much smoke she'd inhale. Thankfully Drake didn't get too far inside without passing out, Lup finds him with ease.

She drops to her knees and immediately slaps at his face, a quick attempt to get him conscious again. If this doesn't work, she'll drag him herself. "Hey! Can you hear me?"

Drake stirs, his breathing rough but more even now that he's on the floor where the air's a bit clearer. He immediately knows he's in trouble -- he's dizzy from not getting enough oxygen, the floor is hot and trembling, and despite being low out of the worst of the smoke he has to squint through it to see who's calling to him. Lup?

"Yeah." His voice is a wreck and speaking sends him into a coughing fit. But trouble or not, he's not worried about himself, as he gathers strength to push himself back up. "We have to check upstairs. Before the whole thing comes down."

"Yeaah, how about no." Lup shifts to help him if he'll let her, at least to make an attempt to get him back to his feet. She may not have much in the way of proper medical training (everything she's learned, she's learned because it had to be done in that moment), but even she knows that after nearly passing out, Drake needs to get out of this smoke and fast. She can already feel it choking her, filling her up and weighing her down. Who knows how poor Drake must feel after having been exposed longer than her?

Lup's tone is firm. So far their conversations have been flirty and fun, but Drake's about to learn about just how stubborn this elf can be. "We are getting you out of here and letting someone else take care of this. You can't play the big damn hero if you're fucking dead."

He'll let her help, will lean on her a bit as he continues to cough, finding the cloth he'd been holding over his face and pressing it there again.

"Okay," he croaks. "Okay, let's get out."

It takes him a moment to get his bearings, squinting through the smoke, but he turns back the way they came. "Is it still clear down there?"

It may be a needless bit of precaution, but the moment Drake is on his feet, Lup casts fire shield over the both of them, causing thin, wispy flames to wreathe their bodies. It won't protect him from the smoke that's currently threatening them, but if they manage to get caught up in the blaze, it will provide a little resistance to fire damage.

"So far, yeah. I know the way. C'mon, doofus, just lean on me." Lup's a little thin and wispy herself, but she grits her teeth and accepts his weight without complaint. Levitate is always an option, but with the need to keep as low as they can to stay out of the smoke, she's cautious to set Drake flying.

Lup leads the way, navigating carefully down the stairs. "Just hold on. Take it one step at a time."

At first Drake flinches back from the sudden appearance of the flames, but when they move with him he realizes it was Lup. Her magic, protecting them in some way he doesn't understand. The smoke still drifts through but somehow he feels less heat, and he moves forward with a bit more assurance of their safety. At least for now.

Luckily for both of them he needs to lean more for balance than support, so he isn't terribly heavy despite his bulk. He's feeling heavy-limbed and light-headed, and his breathing is rough enough he doesn't spare the air to refute her calling him a doofus. Fact is, he sort of is for going back in when he was so exhausted and compromised. Hopefully the last sweep wasn't necessary, because this spire isn't going to last long once they're out.

He grips Lup's shoulder and paces his steps to hers, and though the stairs creak threateningly beneath their combined weight they make it back out -- Drake doesn't let go just yet, not sure how the fire spell works and not feeling steady enough to be on his own. The clearer air isn't helping much considering the amount of smoke he already inhaled. It'll take some time.

"...thanks, Lup." A rough coughing fit is his payment for speaking, and he turns his head away from her and buries his face in the crook of his elbow to weather it. Because manners. "I owe you a dozen."

It's not the closest call that she's had in Hadriel so far, but even Lup feels a burst of relief swell in her chest as the two make it out of the building safely, back into semi-fresh air again. Unfortunately, just because he wasn't burned up alive in there, the danger isn't completely past. Lup may have made a few allowances for Lucretia when she'd come racing to save her best friend earlier, taking her home to watch over her there instead of to a physician. Drake, however, is getting his ass kicked straight to the clinic. Lucretia is still in her bed and there's no way she can (or would willingly) fit a third body in there too. He isn't interrupting girl time.

"A dozen and a half, I think is the proper payment." And she may be a wizard, a casting class not known for their physical strength, but she moves both of her hands to his shoulders, attempting to turn the larger man around, ready to march him forward.

"Don't think you're getting away that easy, kid. C'mon, time to hit up the medic and make sure you're not going to cough out a lung."

"A dozen and a half it is." He clears his throat, then looks a little confused when she lifts her hands to his shoulders and tries to turn him away from the fire. He wasn't going back in, he swears, he-- oh.

"I'm fine, Lup, it's not like they've got oxygen here or anything. I've just gotta cough it up."

"Cough it up at the clinic, bud. I'm not gonna be responsible for you kicking the bucket."

Sorry, Drake. This is non-negotiable. Even if the staff can't do a damn thing, Lup won't be able to shake off her worry until she's deposited him in safe hands.

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