Bombs'n'Bottles (Flame/Gaz)

[Flame]

Disembarkation was a boring process. Or perhaps better said, getting next to the dock was boring. The somewhat desolate ship and skeleton crew were in no rush to get it done. Ponderously it wandered closer to the rickety wooden wharf as it jutted out from the coastline. From the bow the young woman deeming this dance so tedious looked out at the slowly incoming isle.

The sailors about her paid her little notice. Or more specifically they avoided her like a plague. They were if a little uncomfortable with this female. If not for the rumors of mischance coming to those who let the fairer race aboard. Then because of her odd and distant demeanor, that and the strange substances which ringed about her belt in glass vials. That was fine for her, she wasn't very particular to their ungodly smell at time, she had realized why she really did prefer the cold weather. Men really built up an extra level of grime and smell when washed only by the sea.

As she looked out she grasped in her hand one of her revolver dart guns. Spinning the cylinder of empty chambers mindlessly she pointed it forward toward the land they meandered towards. Holding one eye down she squinted down the 'sight' of the gun's barrel. Glancing into the town it was of decent size. This was perhaps obvious given that the edges of the town were not completely obvious form her current view. Stepping out with another foot to catch her balance as the ship ground to a halt she sighed.

"Uh ma-am." A voice behind her alerted to the presence of one of the sailors. Turning about she faced the seaman, he stepped back slightly uncertain of what she was going to respond like. "Well?" Frankly the woman was unconcerned with him, she was just waiting for him to pass on whatever message he had. "If you'll give us a moment, we'll get locked in and you're free to get off." She nodded as graciously as she could towards him. He seemed still unnerved but taking the nod in a semi-correct way he walked off. In his movements she noted an underlying hurried-ness. Inwardly she giggled to herself, They really are quite uncomfortable about me. I shouldn't push it, but ... its too funny She thought betraying a smile to the world.

After a few minutes of final preparations, the girl grasped in her hand a sack which represented the majority of her worldly possessions, and holstered the gun about her waist. A quick wave and a quicker thanks to the captain and she disembarked walking down the wooden pier. It was a nice change to be back on dry land, it had been a long journey to Karate Island from Platform. Set before her was a town of sorts. It grew out from this port of kinds. It seemed well ordered from what she could tell, the buildings in grouped blocks were of all different sizes and yet all made of some sort of wood it seemed. Varying from quite small, for what must've been homes and perhaps stores to larger buildings it stemmed outwards as she walked into it.

About them, folk walked about, they dressed in what seemed odd clothing to Filiya. Given the weather she wore a tannish buttoned up shirt and slacks. But they walked about in strange robes, more flowey definitely than hers. It made her stand out which seemed not exactly for the best but she worried little about that at the moment.

So this was Karate Island, she glanced about. She had heard all sorts of odd rumor about the goings on of this people, but she needed to see it to really believe it. The prospect of learning some martial arts, perhaps some quick tips all seemed a nice idea. She had unfortunately been getting into some level of trouble lately. And though her concoctions had left her on the better end of those events. Filiya distinctly preferred that she learned a little self defense. And why not from the experts. So first, perhaps to find a dojo. The right fit of course, what she needed was to ask someone. Glancing about curiously she wondered who she might choose.

Guess I'll just talk to someone ... She sighed, this really wasn't her style.

[Kami-Gaz]

The sound of seagulls, splashing waves and the sounds of men grunting as they trained their bodies in the martial arts. That was the identifier of Karate Island. That and the wano style buildings that lined the neatly paved streets. Most of these buildings were homes, with the occasional store or crafter. The others here were Dojo’s, big and filled with eager students wanting to learn from the local masters. People from far and wide would come here to learn ancient techniques and powerful styles of self defence. This island truly was a fighters paradise, a wonder to the south blue that drew the masses in droves.

This was not the reason why November was here though, no, she was here for an all different reason. She was currently in the town by the docks looking for some insight into an issue that arose whilst she was looking for some personal items she had lost in the jungle. The small pale pinkette had made herself an unusual ally. A karate wolf, whose pack and dojo were wiped out by the insidious teenage brate Ruhe Krieger. However, before that the young Cyborg had beat her furry companion in a sparring match and he had decided that she was now his master, to train him in the arts of combat. Now it was November the pacifist amnesiac with a shield and the nameless wolf companion.

“Hey Shield Girl, That thing is going to need a collar if you are going to let it follow you around constantly!” One man shouted over to the duo who were walking from Dojo to dojo looking for training tips, being turned away at every turn because of the furry pupil. It was true, it may be easier to get the fluffy one passed off as a pet and that way they wouldn’t be looked down upon as much, the pacifist and the animal synonymous with so much misfortune to this island. “When yer done with that… get off of our island.” He tacked on.

The smile that was plastered on the now plain clothed woman's face barely wavered as the shouts were thrown her way. If anything the twitch it did only made it grow larger… this big brute of a man had given the pair the best advice they had had in days. “Thanks!” She shouted back with a wave before skipping forwards the young wolf in tow. “Looks like we get to go shopping to get you an awesome collar!” The happy go lucky lass said as she spun on her heels to run backwards, talking to her furry companion.

With a happy sounding grumble the young wolf pattered along after it’s hyperactive martial arts master, willing to do anything for the woman who bested him so easily, protected him from the monster that slayed his pack and lead him on an epic journey to the first dojo. This pair were inseparable, yet one of them did not even have a name of their own…

In moments the pair were at the door to the pet store, the girl wearing the shield on her back and the wolf almost as tall as she was. It was a comedic sight from within to watch the girl make her way to enter the establishment only to be stopped by a loud clunking noise. “Wait… what?” Taking a step back and moving forwards again there would be another clunk and the young woman was halted in her tracks. “Oh come on now...” She said with a slowly fading smile, not realising her shield was too wide to fit through the door. From behind there was what could be the unmistakable sound of a canines laughter, somewhat sounding like “Awoofwofwof.”

“Ohh… i keep forgetting i bring this everywhere...” the bespectacled beauty said with a gentle giggle. Within seconds the shield was pulled off of her back and walked in length ways and placed against the counter for safe keeping. Now with a triumphant smile the young lady shifted her attention to the rack of collars beside her head. “Hey, buddy! Come in, pick one you like!” She shouted out of the door.

The tell tale sign of claws tapping on a wooden surface would echoed in the small building and the Great Dane sized young wolf would rest his head on his master's shoulder and watch as she pointed out collars of different colours and styles. With his eyes raised he would gently nudge her cheek with his big wet nose to indicate his distaste for the collars.

“I like the pink one...” Nova whined as she put the pretty pink with hearts on it collar back to pick up one that was chained and spiky. “I don’t like this one either buddy...” A few more selections later and the sheilders hands settled on a deep lavender collar with a simple tribal style pattern embroiled in it in a light blue. “Now this i like~.” She sang softly.

A conformation was given in the style of a big lick down the side of her face and a curious sniff of the collar. “We’ll take this one!”

The older woman behind the counter smiled and nodded as she carefully took it from the pinkette’s hands and placed it into a bag. “Do you want a name tag? Both are free, because you are both an adorable pair.” She smiled happily, her eyes may be failing her or she must have genuinely loved the pair.

“A name…. He doesn’t have one yet...”

[Flame]

As might've been expected for the part of town nearest to the docks there was an abundance of shops. To decide who to talk to, the kind of shop was perhaps of some importance. But for Filiya she was more interested in choosing perhaps a quieter shop. Too much energy and action at the shop and she might garner attention she didn't particularly wish for. But where ... she wondered curiously as she looked from shop to shop. Shaking her head as she didn't see any immediate winners she began to stroll down the lane.

She vaguely watched her surroundings looking for any place that showed the wanted levels of inactivity. In an effort to blend in she stopped to watch a pair of loosely clothed men who had garnered a crowd about them. Standing across from each other they took what she could only assume were normal combat positions as they circled each other with care. About them civilians seemed to cheer for one or the other with intense interest. She on the other hand could've been more interested for certain. Her eyes wandering as the two began to clash she caught sight of the odd pairing of a shield-bearing girl and what must've been a wolf-looking dog.

The girl was perhaps the only person she'd seen who looked more out-of-place than herself. As they disappeared out of Filiya's periphery she turned her attention back to the duel before her. An eyebrow raised as she watched one sweep the feet out of the other and then manage to pin them to the ground. Her distraction had missed her the majority of the fight. With the victory proclaimed the crowd dispersed almost immediately. Returning back into the daily rhythm of things as if nothing happened. Taking another look about she found a fruit stand that seemed mostly empty.

Striding over it she began to meaninglessly pick over some of the fruits. There were a few that she was unfamiliar with, ever since she'd come to the Blues she'd been exposed to a greater variety of such stuff. The old lady running the stand sat beside it on a small wooden box. Holding a small wooden staff in her hands she looked upon Filiya with oddly bright eyes. "See anything you like girl?" She asked in a raspy yet sweet tone. Glancing over at the old manager she gave a soft smile.

"Anything you'd like to recommend?" She asked with mild interest in the response. The grandmother looked at her intently, her golden eyes burrowing holes into Filiya. "You should try the brown furry one in the top left." She responded without even looking to her stand. Pursing her lips Filiya reached over and grasped one, the fruit was in fact oddly fuzzy. Brows furrowing she picked it up rolling it about in a single hand. "How much?" Filiya asked. Her question was responded to with two hands, all their fingers standing up and facing her. "Alright." Digging into a pocket she looked for some spare beri. "By the way is there a good place here to learn some basic self-defense?"

The question elicited a quick burst of laughter from the old lady. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked on at Filiya. Responding with a bemused frown Filiya looked down at her coins still jingling in hand. The golden-eyed storekeeper quieted down with her laughter continuing to eye Filiya. "Did you not know? This island is famous for-"

"Oh yeah, I know, I'm looking for a recommended ... dojo I think they're called?" Filiya interrupted suddenly aware of what her question might've suggested. Placing the beri gently into the hands of the elder woman she watched her carefully. "Hmm ... well there are a multitude of options. If you go down the street there are plenty of fine places to learn ..." she gestured further down the road. "If you take a left about, three or four blocks down you'll come before a rather large dojo. It's famously one through which quite a few marines at least of this Blue have trained at." She said thoughtfully.

Biting her lower lip Filiya thought back to some of her past experiences. Perhaps a marine-oriented dojo wasn't really for her. She'd had some odd encounters with the law to be frank. "Anywhere else?" The purple-haired doctor fished for any other options. "A block further than the marine one, there's a small dojo. Its not quite so popular but I suppose they do as decent a job as any other. Though if you ask me you'd be better off at one of the more mainstream ones down the street." She said with a toothy grin. There was a knowing look in her eye which mildly disturbed Filiya.

"Thanks ..." Filiya said with furrowed brows. Turning on a foot she stepped forward bringing the fuzzy fruit to her mouth. "Oh lass. You'll want to skin that one." The grandmother called out with an amused tone. Filiya stopped, her teeth brushing against the fur of the fruit. An exasperated breath of air released from her lungs and her food-bearing arm swung down. Unsure how to respond she decided not to, rather she walked off once again. Her destination firm in her mind, wherever that small dojo was. Out of place and underappreciated, perfect for her.

[Kami-Gaz]

A name… Everyone had one, November had hers, or she thought she did. It was the first word she saw as she woke up from her pod. ‘November’ It was certainly different, certainly unique, at least in this part of the world. The impressionable young woman just happened to see the word on the door of her pod as she left, not long after that it was taken. That was not the issue now, the issue now was the young wolf who was currently watching the collar with a slight pant.

“What do you think buddy? Do you want a name of your own?” The pinkette asked, turning to scratch the wolf that was already as tall as she was under the chin. With a playful giggle she would watch as the animal pulled away and then moved to lick her face, easily a sign that he wanted a name all of his own, one given to him by his sensei, his master. “Then what do we call you? Fluffy?” She asked before stepping back to lean on the counter, the wood creaking under her deceptive weight.

The young wolf shook his head and grumbled, he did not seem to like that name very much. The big animal sat down and tilted its head before looking between Nova and the old woman. “I think he wants you to give him one he has earned...” The old woman thought aloud as she slowly hobbled out from around the counter and looked up at the large animal that towered over her, even if it was sat down. With the gentle old smile and some slightly shaky hands she leaned forwards and up onto her tiptoes to try and put it around the animal’s neck. “I’ll give you the tag, you can put his name on it when you give him one.” She said once her old feet were firmly back on the wooden floor of her shop.

Bowing her head Nova would only smile as she came back up and moved to get her shield. “Thank you miss! If we decide on a name whilst we are here we will come and tell you what it is!” She announced before picking the large circular metal object off of the ground with a effortless heave. “Thank you for the collar!” She said as she shimmied out of the door carefully, putting the shield on her back before heading back out towards to port.

The now collared animal garnered far less hateful glares from the citizens of the town now, to the point where it started to be playful with November and gently nudge her shield forwards. With a stumble November would giggle as she caught herself. “Watch it! Come on if you want to spar let’s do it on the beach.” She said before taking off on a run, faster and faster the pair would soon be sprinting through the town. November was ignoring all drag that her shield was creating, powering through it as if the wall of metal behind her was not catching the air.

Giggling away as she slid to a halt by the sand the young woman was already slipping the shield onto her right arm and getting into a stance. “Alright, go!” She announced as the wolf leapt into the air and went for a flying kick. The sound of claws scraping against a shield pierced most people ears in the area, causing them to turn and watch. As the animal hit the floor it jumped up again going for a few jabs at the shield with it’s front paws, each thudding off with no effect on its wielder.

“If you can push me back i will get you a bone!” Nova said as she started to circle around the animal, not attacking, just waiting with her nigh impregnable defence. A defence that wolf had been testing for days now, he knew he was not going to power through it any time soon. Using the still ground bound paws to jump into the air the young wolf aimed to get over the towering defence in one leap, With a scraping of claws on the shield the wolf got the height he needed to barely get over the girl.

“Are you trying to get around the wall?” She asked with a giggle, shifting the large metal disc to again cover her open side. The animal only growled in discontent as its plan failed. Quickly the wolf started a barrage of attacks, roundhouse kicks, forward kicks, back kicks, spin kicks, punches from all angles. All of this trying to push his master back, but all he was doing was making her giggle.

“Come on now!” She said as she dropped the shield to the side and tackled him to the floor, again going in for tickles as she pinned the young animal to the floor. “I win, i win!” She said between fits of laughter. Eventually she fell back and sat in her shield to look at the sky. “We need a place that will train us both… that way we can both get better.”

[Flame]

The town seemed nice enough as she passed through it. Spectating as she went she watched the different goings on down the street. Another combat emerged by yet another pair of men, this time oddly topless for some reason. Bothering to give a cursory glance to them she continued on. She decided there were some odd customs among this village of martial arts lovers. Stopping momentarily only to ask at what street she should turn at from a random passerby, Filiya continued on her quest mostly less very little time from distractions found upon the street.

Turning the corner she found herself on a slightly wider walkway. Perhaps it would have been obvious to her without asking now that she noticed it. Casually strolling down the pathway she found herself suddenly before the large dojo described to her. Grander than it needs to be huh ... She thought to herself stopping before the front of it. Unlike the other dojos she had seen along the first street this one nearly took up a whole block by itself. Flanked on the side by a curtaining wall of what seemed to be stone a large building rose up within it.

Likely three stories tall given the layered roofs she could see through the open front door it was impressive no doubt. For a moment she gave into interest and stepped through the gateway to hazard a look inside. There were many youngsters standing dressed in white cloth upon the grounds hidden by the walls. They stood spaced apart evenly going through motions mimicking the sole one with a belt standing before them. Momentarily she watched them until she noted someone quickly advancing towards her. "Hey are you in-" He started to speak in an annoyingly friendly voice.

Eyes widening with sudden concern she shook her head quickly avoiding eye contact like the plague. Stumbling steps as feet twisted about each other had her rushing back through the gateway in a second. Too many people, too much action for her, ducking her head down she exited the outer yard quickly if a little awkwardly. Catching her breath as she stood outside one hand supporting her against the outer wall she closed her eyes. Heartbeat slowed as she forced it with spaced out breaths. Definitely not for me ... She assured herself of the fact.

Taking a moment she glanced at the ornamented walls, they were quite pretty. It was a nice sight and continued to calm her from her momentary rise. With a few short steps she moved on, the second dojo. The one the old lady had informed her about must've been close by. Drawing an eye down the street she suddenly realized that it really seemed to close up as it went past this dojo. Thinning down into what seemed a more residential area all told, with fewer people loitering about. A reassuring look she continued down the street sliding out of the crowd into the more barren street further down.

Walking down she was confused as all the buildings seemed themselves to just be houses not dojos. Almost unnoticed as she took a step past it she suddenly became aware of the small sign on the side of the house. It named it a dojo though it looked no different from any other house save for the wooden sign hung by the door. Confused she raised a brow before stepping before the door intent on knocking to check. If this really is it, she wasn't kidding about it being small. She thought distractedly to herself. Baring her knuckles to the wood she knocked on the door.

Kno-

BOOM!

The sound was instantly proceeded by a shockwave that slammed into her side. Even if she was prepared for it she would not have been better off. It threw her from her feet slamming her upon the ground a few feet away. Glass from darts on her belt shattered releasing liquids pooling beneath her which mixed and began to fume.

Her consciousness blacked out and took a few moments to flicker back on. Gray dust covered some of her outer extremities, as she dazedly looked about. Her eyesight was still blurry but she could hear screams and moans of people. Closing her eyes again she tried to process what had gone down. ... an explosion?

[Kami-Gaz]

Sparring over the pair took to enjoying the view that was out to sea, the calm waves, the sunlight reflecting off of the water making it sparkle like gems, it was leading Nova to some silly explanations of the world in her head and how it came to be. “You know… Maybe someone that can help us train is not on this island… Maybe they are out there, on another land, faraway. Maybe the person that can teach me how to fight the cyborgs is so far away getting to them will teach me…” Getting deeper into this rabbit hole of thoughts Nova would tune out the world, the sounds of the people chattering, the seagulls chirping away as they circled the fishing boats. She even drowned out het sound of the small group of people sprinting past her, so fast that it could have been suspicious, but Nova did not notice a thing.

The young wolf, sitting in a similar position was listening to the world, as he stared out at the ocean blue. He heard everything, the seagulls, the towns people chattering, and the people sprinting behind his back. Twisting his head around he would watch and see four men, each looking panicked and rushed. Each wearing a White Gi with blue trimmings, very similar to the ones that the marines who came here to learn wore. He saw their faces and look of joy and fear mixed together, as well as all their facial details.

The men disappeared around a corner after a moment and the scene of November and her friend the young wolf, well mostly normal, the wolf’s animal instincts were in overdrive… he knew something was about to happen and he did not know what. With a nudge, he would bring his pink haired master back into this world and then pawed at her shield gently, his flat ears showing that he was frightened and did not know why.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Nova asked softly as she shifted her butt off of the large metallic disc and propped it up against her back. Then as the shielder opened her mouth to comfort the animal the whole island was rocked by an explosion. Something that rocked the island to it’s very core, it blew the largest Dojo on the island into dust and flattened the houses around it. There was heavy thunk against the shield as a heavy piece of debris hit it head on, it was more than enough to slide Nova a few inches and on to the sand proper. “WHAT’S GOING ON?!” She shouted out, the sound of the boom still making her ears ring.

Without much time for hesitation the young woman would stand up right and pick her shield up, turning around she would see the massive plume of smoke and ash that reached into the heavens. Her jaw dropped and then her body started to move on its own, heading towards the disaster area, the ringing in her ears. Close behind her was the young wolf that was easily as tall as she was, charging into the wall of dust and smoke that lingered in the streets. “I AM HERE TO HELP!” She bellowed out, the buzzing in her ear dissipating now and being replaced by the sounds of cried for help, screams of pain and the echoing rumble of the explosion.

A single gust of wind blew just enough of the dust cloud out of the way for Nova to see a purple haired young woman lying on the floor, she looked completely out cold and as if her body was thrown a great distance from the mighty boom. “I’ll handle her, go and bring some help. I know you can.” The shield bearing pinkette commanded to her pupil, this was to be his first major test... and Nova’s first trial.

Darting over to the woman who looked unconscious Nova would see the animal dart away following his nose looking to see if he could find someone to help. After a small moment, she would slide on her knees to a stop just inches from the girl and gently nudged her arm with her free hand. “Are you okay? I’m November, I’m going to help you.” She said softly, the screams in the distance still following her words. “I’m not a doctor… but I will do whatever I can to get you out of here ok!” She added on, trying to comfort the person beside her before leaning her head down to listen for a heart beat in the other young woman’s chest. Her pink hair flowing down onto her messily as she did.

[Flame]

The cacophony of sound which surrounded her kept her semi-conscious. An annoying sound as she tried to regain her strength. Aching across the body was a constant bother, probably most of all was that emanating from her side. Probably a cracked rib, maybe two ... Inwardly grimacing she did her best to note any other wounds she could feel. Probably a few scratches here and there, but most of the aching seemed to be due to her being knocked over and thrown upon the ground.

Piercing through the clouds of sound then came the first voice. Much closer to her than any of the others she was able to make it out clearly enough. Telling orders she weakly opened her eyes for a moment. Still obscured by dirt Filiya pushed them shut again hoping to wipe them as clean as possible. A soft nudged pressed against her arm, and the voice returned again. Whoever it was, she guessed a girl by the voice introduced herself as November, saying she was there to help. Ironic, given I'm the doctor the somewhat-indisposed doctor thought amusingly to herself. As she started to regain her strength.

The second comment that she wasn't a doctor, but would try to help anyways got to Filiya. She had not specifically taken the Hippocratic oath but she abided by it for the most part. That she would be getting help rather than giving it was strange to her. Carefully this time Filiya opened her eyes glancing with blue orbs down her body to the stranger who now leaned over her. With a blink she cleared more blurriness from her vision and was thus able to bring the character into focus. There was an odd familiarity that surrounded the pink haired girl stooped over her. Unable to place her Filiya instead began to speak. "No, no, I'm fine." She said weakly moving an arm gently to brush the girl away.

Taking a deep breath and leveraging herself against another hand she sat up. Unfortunately she breathed in a little of the dust hanging in the air and immediately was forced to cough it up. Lightly convulsive coughing caused her to lose her supporting arm and she dropped onto her elbow. Wincing at the pain, she bit her lip before fighting to get back up into a sitting position.

Sitting up she glanced about herself, the light khakis she had been wearing were shredded. In a few places she could see blood trickling out of cuts and staining them as well. Taking another breath she felt a dull pain in her chest which seemed to agree with her conclusion about the ribs. That would be an annoying issue to be certain. Sighing she tentatively tried to move her legs, apart from a lot of extra sensitive nerves firing off and annoying her they didn't seem to have any major issues. With her upper body hanging over her legs she deemed it safe to remove her leveraging arms, bringing one hand up she drew her hair out of her eyes. From there it moved to rub gently against her temples assuaging the dim ache coming from her head.

Glancing over at the pink-haired girl before her once again she frowned slightly. "There are others who need the help more." She said flatly. With both hands now she brushed off parts of the layer of dirt coating her. Then stiffly she managed to pull herself to her feet. Bent legs supported her body which felt much heavier than before. She cursed under her breath as she looked for her bag. The constant screaming and moaning was a reminder that there were still those who needed her help. With one hand she grasped the side of her chest as she took in a painful breath. "Come on, we should help where we can. You might not be a doctor, but I am. If we can find the living I should be able to patch some of them up."

Weakly she stepped forward into the slowly dissipating dust cloud. Her eyes ever pointed towards the ground in search of her lost sack. Her ears lead her towards the injured.

[Kami-Gaz]

Things were moving now, the first person she had come to was good… well as good as a person can be after being caught up in an explosion and thrown off of their feet and onto their back. This was really a weird island, a place of fighters, everything fought and now even the buildings seemed to be losing fights… they were blowing up and forcing all of the people around them to fight for their lives. The young woman who was now standing in front of Nova was just one of the many people who were forced into this fight. “I sent my friend to get some help, he should be back any second now!” The pinkette proclaimed as she shifted on her heel to spin around and look for anyone else who was fighting for their life… Nova did not like this kind of fight, not one single bit.

The rumbling sound of the explosion was slowly clearing now, the sounds of people suffering had been unmasked and it was horrifying, so horrifying that the young woman stopped in her spinning motion as the reality of it all hit her. So many people were dying and there was nothing she could have done to stop it... there was blood, bodies and the sounds of people in so much anguish that it was forcing the girls light heart to sink. ‘This… this is awful…’ She thought, tears welling up inside of her still frozen still body. Why did something so bad have to happen? Why did people have to do something so destructive and full of hate?

The frozen November stood there with the tears dripping from her porcelain cheeks, the dust mixing in with the clear crystal liquid. With each murky tear that hit the floor another shout could be heard, another cry. Then there was a gentle nudge in her hand, a wet cold thing was pushing into her open palm and forcing her hand up and onto a fluffy head. The young wolf had returned, he was covered in dust and looked like he had his own adventure in the short time that Nova was helping the first woman she saw, but he was here now. With a soft bark the wolf would quickly motion his head back towards a group of marines who were spreading out through the disaster zone.

“Y-you got help?” She asked softly, using her free hand to wipe her eyes of the remaining liquid, smudging the dust that was on her face as she did. A small smile came to her face as she watched and then her legs started to move on their own… away from the boys in white and blue and towards Filliya, the young woman she had helped and who was now helping in return. “Pull my shield over, we can use it to carry people out… or dig away rubble!” she ordered to her canine companion as she slid to a halt on her knees and was next to the doctor.

“I can see a hand down here!” She shouted out as she stated to pull timber and plaster off of the pile. Fast and strong the young woman was tossing things that would cause multiple men issues with ease. She was using the modified body she was unaware of to full advantage. Within moments an arm was visible, and then a shoulder and face. A pair of eyes blinked a few times and then a raspy voice tried to speak, but was drowned out by the sound of others coming to help.

“Don’t worry, my friend here is a doctor… she can help! The men are going to get you out and you’ll be okay!” Nova said, the cheer to her voice slowly returning. As she saw that the young wolf drop the shield by her the grimy pinkette would sit back and let a gentle sigh of relief out. Her feelings of worthlessness were still ever so present… but at least now she had done something.

[Flame]

The voice of pink-haired gal who had come to her aid earlier broke through the ambient sound of moaning. Biting her lip the purplish doctor was already hard at work bent over a fellow profusely bleeding from his abdomen. Shoulda paid more attention in that trauma course ... She was out of her element here, with dust still floating about and debris strewn everywhere. Thankfully she had found her sack with the kit a mess but intact. Unfortunately most of the kit was better for patient-on-table sorts of situations where she could take it out and take measurements and the like.

Wiping away the sweat of overexertion from her forehead, she lifted the man's abdomen upwards eliciting a roaring scream from him. "Sorry, you'll have to just bare with it." Pulling the dressing beneath him she carefully dropped him back upon it. "Sorry about this, but this won't be very comfortable either." Using her own foot to hold it taut, she pulled it tightly about the man's abdomen. Wrapping it once and then again she braced it against him with as much pressure as it could manage. Reaching into her satchel she pulled out two darts, liquid sloshing about in their glass vials.

"One for me ..." she stuck one directly into her arm letting it drain in before pulling it out. "And one for you." She stuck the other carefully into a vein. Her patient twitched suddenly before falling limp only an instant later. Sighing in a troubled matter she dropped the pair of darts into her satchel haphazardly. Already she could feel the effects of her concoction crossing through her body. Green lines pulsed faintly along her veins though she paid no notice to them. Placing her sack about her shoulder she reached for the man's shoulders. Normally he'd be much too large for her to carry, but strength infused itself into her and with a great ooph, she lifted the man up. Levering his head against her belly she pulled him backwards with palpable effort.

A few moments later he was clear of the dust cloud, laying the man down carefully she signaled to someone coming up the road to look at him. In actuality all she did was beckon over and point to him. But she didn't have the time for much else. Pulling her hand across her face she breathed a hurried sigh and 'charged' back into the fray. Been a while since something this bad ...

She had only moments to think about it. The realities of the screaming were all too audible for her. Shuffling through the mess she passed by marines working as best they could to clear the scene and rescue the injured. Finding the pink-haired oddity pulling rubble out of the ground Filiya stumbled over weakly staying safely away from the moving rocks. Coming up on the other side she noticed the man that the girl had been digging out.

Right then ... Bringing her hands together she rubbed them together meaningfully. Stepping up to a large section of what was likely the wall pressed upon his chest she grasped it with both hands and lifted. Or tried to, even with her concoction aiding her it took her all her strength just to budge it.

Feet staggering she inched it up a little more. Maintaining her position as best she could she brought her full weight to bear upon it. Pressing it into the ground she levered it up carefully revealing a heavily blooded abdomen. Grimacing she looked down at it, No one's gonna be just simple patch-em-up jobs huh. Her eyes criss-crossed the wounded belly as she strained against the weight of the wall aiming to crush this man once again. Huffing she reapplied herself to holding it at bay, "Little help here?"

She bit her lip, was this man worth saving? How many people would die because of the time she would need to spend on this wound not to mention releasing him from his confines beneath yet more rubble. The marines might have some basic first aid training but she doubted that. At the very least I owe him a look ... maybe its not as bad as it seems ...

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I'm not sure if you need to but, you're free to control Filiya a bit if necessary. She can't really help him much until the rubble is off his body and she's not gonna be able to do it herself.

[Kami-Gaz]

“Just sit down!” A voice called over the mass of voices competing to be heard by the conversational partners. The large hall was filled with survivors and those that were injured because of the incident, towards the back behind a hastily thrown up curtain were the few that did not make it, those who lost their life due to the explosion. The act of terrorism that was performed whilst a younger group were training in a course being provided marines specialised in martial arts. It was because of this fact that it was mostly youngsters behind that curtain and it was heart breaking to everyone there that it even happened. It has been approximately two hours since the incident and there were still people out there searching, looking for people buried in either rubble or signs as to who could of done this.

November had finally been convinced to take a rest, she had been tirelessly digging through the rubble and doing all she could to help, keeping a brave face on her the entire time. The first person she helped, she does not recall even getting her name or what happened to her in the commotion. The last thing that the shield user saw of her was the fact she was helping a man, she was a doctor and was brave enough to do her job while hurt.

The Pink haired young woman was sat against the wall, her wolf friend sat next to her. He was at attention with his fur just as ruffled, scruffy and covered in dust as his master was. However, he was still sat at attention, as if he was waiting for the word to do something. November, who was sat next to him looked a bit more worn down, the large shield being propped next to her was marked and scratched where she used it to heave large clumps of rubble away. “What’s up?” She asked quietly, relying on the animal’s ears to be able to pick her up.

The still unnamed animal nudged his nose towards the door and then sniffed, visibly making his nose twitch as much as he could whilst doing it to get the point that he had a scent. “You want to go to the bathroom? You know you don’t need me to come with you.” She said sitting upright and patting the animals pack. Its reaction was to offer a low growl as it reperformed the motions it just did and looked towards the curtain at the end before Nova. “You know who did this?!” She exclaimed, rather loudly, standing up as she did. Looking around the young woman would grab her shield and look over where everyone was.

Those who were closest definitely heard her… but luckily they were not marines and they looked busy dealing with the injured and the search for the people. This was something Nova could do herself…. With the wolf who was unnamed. Maybe that doctor girl she first helped, she looked competent and sounded like she could handle herself despite being injured….

The issue there was that November did not even know this woman’s name, nor where she was in this whole mess. Though with Novembers observational skills being as poor as they were the person she was looking for could be right under her nose and she would not have known. “Yes… lets go, if we run into anyone that could help on the way they can tag along, but we better go and get those bad people now before they get away!” She said triumphantly, happy she was going to be useful.

With a confident stride the wolf stood up and headed for the door, planning to return to the beach the pair had spent their morning sparring at. This is where he could grab the scent of the people he did not like the look of and could follow it.

[Flame]

Near the doorway Filiya lay slumped over her own body. Exhaustion had her buried in herself as she sat their resting against the far wall of the room. Turning her head up slightly she glanced at her own fingers for a moment. She blinked once and slowly began counting off fingers. Two hours of tiring work had put quite a total in her head. A number of dead bodies she'd left, a number of lives saved, and some still in jeopardy. So many men, either youthful or aged the weight of it all sat on her conscious.

Beside her, the sack of stuff she carried about rested, a fair amount of work had diminished her supplies greatly. She was in new need of bandage, gauze, alcohol to clean wounds and the like. She was capable of making it herself but it took a while and she generally frowned upon just making alcohol without some level of practice with it even if she understood the chemistry behind it all.

Drawing her fingers through her hair she swung her head upwards taking a deep breath. I guess my work is done ... I should find a place to stay the night. In all the commotion she hadn't had the time to arrange such things for herself. Gathering her own strength she pushed herself up from the ground. Pain echoed from her still bruised abdomen. Biting her own lip she placed one hand to steady herself against the wall and another one on her side. With practiced care she diligently pressed against her wounds making sure nothing was that dangerous kind of tender.

Reaching into the set of vials she keeps she withdrew a version of her HS-RG concoction, fitting it into a dart needle she spun it between her fingers for a moment of a flourish before neatly stabbing it into her abdomen. She winced, before inhaling quickly and exhaling slowly. Energy sapped itself from her body but she waited until the full dose administered itself to her.

After a quick moment she removed the dart placing the empty vial back into her satchel. Bending down carefully she retrieved her belongings and brought herself firmly upon her feet. With precise steps she made her way slowly but steadily to the door and pushed it open. The cool air of the outside mixed in with the sweaty raucous humidity of the packed hall. It was refreshing, the cold granting her the energy to push on. Taking just a moment to enjoy it she took a step outside. Today was tiring and she could really use a bath or shower or something to refresh.