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001; SOS: Video + Action ; CW: torture, gore

[The video feed sits at an awkward angle when it starts up and focuses, catching Desmond's chest and the bottom half of his face, pallid and blue-lipped as if just in from time spent in a deep freeze. The scar on his mouth is split and oozing again when he talks urgently, shivering, an ugly red stain that's dripped down into his collar, marring the once-clean white of his robes. ]

W-We need help- Thia-Thi- [ It's difficult to speak, his tongue feels heavy and uncooperative, his voice hoarse from screams that had gone unheeded. He sways in the saddle, his vision swimming in a sea of darting red and black shapes, forcing himself to find words as he grits his reddened teeth. ]

Thiazi, she...she let us g-go we're...I think...Utgard, on the road back I-I-

[ We have to make it, have to-

There's a distinct 'whump!' off-camera, and he looks over to his right sharply, crying out painfully, anguished, ]

Shit, no!

[ The feed suddenly shakes with his movement, but things go pear-shaped when the video abruptly spin head over heels, cartwheeling a dizzying view of sky, road and horse, and the camera cuts out with another, closer thump. ]

(( OOC Notes:

Okay so a few things! Altaïr, Connor, Desmond and Ezio are back from getting their asses handed to them by Thiazi. There will be a subthread for their rescuers and 4-6 character limit on those who'd like riding to their aid, just to keep things manageable. Since that's capped, if your character would still like to come by in person to tell them just how incredibly stupid they were trying to sneak around Thiazi, there's also another subthread herein for them while they recover in hospital. \o/ Whew!

There will be a delay in IC bracelet replies because the boys need some game time to heal. Rest assured they'll get to all of them when they're reasonably able! ))

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[Those who show up to help will find four men looking absolutely wrecked, either on the ground due to no longer being able to stay in the saddle, or leaning heavily upon their mounts. Some hastily-treated wounds are present, but not all the pain comes from obvious injuries.]

[Friends, loved ones and ambulance-chasers will be able to find four very unhappy—but somewhat healthier—men at the hospital in Sigyn. Magical healing abilities are all well and good but it doesn't hurt to get checked out and rest.]

[Well Alastair doesn't have to be asked twice. He's immediately on his way to find them, riding one of the Brotherhood's horses and given an extra boost of energy for his healing by Caterina.

He's going to help. However he can.

And he's trying not to think about how close to losing his family he was. Again.]

How you manage to call yourselves assassins, I will never know.

[ He's such an asshole sorry not sorry. Though he does mean it less as a personal jab, and more as a reaction to the failure as a whole.

Though he is slightly worried, and contemplates paying them a visit when they manage to get back to town. ( He would go lend a hand, but doubts he will be as helpful as most others. ) ]

Edited 2013-11-10 07:13 (UTC)

[ The four of them are easily seen, spots of white in the distance, their horses standing a worried vigil.

For Desmond, pain doesn't even allow him the simple courtesy of sinking into a mercifully oblivious sleep. Everything hurts, and everything hurts deeply, right to what feels like the very marrow of his bones. Tangling his foot in the stirrup in a shitty dismount and landing awkwardly on his shoulder wasn't much of an improvement. He remains where he fell, on his side beside Lafayette, in the animal's shadow, his right arm pressed protectively to his chest.

It's hours since his call, and somewhere in the haze he dimly registers the clatter of hooves, but it's difficult to discern over the odd, keening noise in his ears, pitched like a wounded animal or a small, frightened child whimpering in the dark.

It takes him a moment to register that the sound is coming from him. ]

Edited (wow self write excellent yes) 2013-11-10 07:52 (UTC)

[While some may have just laid right into a lecture, Leonardo was at least sympathetic to what they had tried to do. Killing Thiazi would have made life easier for the rest of Asgard.

Probably.]

Going up against a God...

[BUT, you all were foolish to try it on your own!!

Hugs first, if they were in healthy enough shape accept one, then the lecture.]

I can understand why you would attempt it but... If Gods could be killed so easily there are several here who would have done so by now. You must have considered this?

[ Okay, one thing's for sure; they're idiots. Great, big, raring idiots. Which they're probably bound to hear quite a lot about for a while. The Doctor doesn't even need to know what exactly they did to know that.

Doesn't mean he'll leave them to die.

So, because it's obvious there's a hurry, he runs to get there in time. And when he gets there, he throws a look around to try and decide who needs help quickest. ]

[The moment Alastair realizes that none of the horses are moving he urges his horse to go faster, and if he weren't galloping before he certainly is now. He's not thinking, at least not in words. It's a slow rising panic that he's trying to ignore.

It's not really working.

When he gets close he slows his horse, riding up to them at a walk, and the sight of them makes his heart stop.

At first glance it looks like they're all dead.

No no no no nonononnononononono

All he can think about, for a long moment, staring at them in horror, is twelve years ago, and his own family lying prone, cut down mercilessly. There was nothing he could do.

Alastair slides off his horse and approaches the closest man to him, which happens to be Desmond. He kneels down next to him, eases his foot out of the spur and turns him onto his back.]

Desmond? Desmond?

[It's a soft, pleading call. Please be alive. Please be alive. He looks around at all four of them. Ezio, Altaïr, even Connor, who he doesn't know as well...

Please be alive.

Don't leave him.

Don't leave him.]

Edited 2013-11-10 12:34 (UTC)

((OOC: I DON'T KNOW HOW IT'S WORKING EITHER but I figure Alastair's still there he just got there first. At this point I'm going to say he's already healed Desmond as much as he can while saving some power for the others and he's on to Ezio, but he hasn't gotten to Altaïr and Connor yet. IF THAT IS NOT OKAY GUYS LET ME KNOW.))

[Alastair turns from where he's kneeling by Ezio and looks at the Doctor with a helpless expression, pleading and desperate.]

Help, please, I can't heal them all, I don't...

[He takes a deep breath. Calm down. Calm down.

He can't calm down. This is his family and he's losing them.]

I already helped Desmond a little but Altaïr and Connor need help too and I can't do it alone.

Edited 2013-11-10 12:40 (UTC)

[The pain is brutal, perhaps even worse than when he was shot and tried to ride to Rome. The sound of hooves pounding against the earth vibrates in his ears, having been the first to fall from his horse, and he weakly lifts his head, eyes trying to see who's coming.

At first, it's a blurred sight, only showing blots of color and light, until he focuses, gritting his teeth to ignore the pain as the images become sharper in his mind. Alastair. It's Alastair. Ezio pulls himself up a bit after he sees the boy panicking over Desmond, trying to at least give him some reassurance that they can hear him.]

Alastair.

[It's weak, but there, and as soon as he tries to lift himself up more, to try and get to him, his arms give out and he goes crashing facefirst into the ground, a slew of Italian swears following as an aftermath. It hurts, far more than he likes to admit, and if he isn't taken care of soon, it won't end well for any of them.]

[Pyro doesn't know most of them, but he trains casually with Altair, and he'll always appreciate how sensible he was about killing that spy (even if the act itself was a bit chilling in its execution.) So he hits up the hospital as soon as he can, seeking them out with a rather stunned expression.]

What the hell did you do?

[Altaïr doesn't look well, but he's maintaining. He didn't fall off his horse, but that's not because he's in such great shape; he was simply lucky enough to be able to hold on and slide to the ground when it became apparent they could not make it farther under their own power, or that of their mounts.

Right now he's crouched on the ground, one knee up, his horse leaning down to sniff him as if she's worried. A few bloodstains are evident on the whites of his robes, but what stands out more is the way he barely acknowledges them.

Until he gets help, he has to focus on one thing: Stay alive. Stay alive.]

[ooc: I think we're kinda winging it and living with any inadvertent paradoxes, since it's a bunch of people to corral. Perhaps new subthread sarts are different waves of rescuers :|a]

[And after they've been rescued and fixed up a bit, he receives a very tired-sounding reply from a hospital bed.]

No Assassin has faced one such as her before, Malik.

[It's cool, he understands.]

[After listening to the SOS broadcast along with Leonardo requesting Soushi to help the group, Soushi will quickly say the following:]

A wagon is on its way. Leonardo-san has requested me to find you and the others. We will be there shortly with supplies.

[Then he will turn to whoever is reading the comments below.]

We are in need of a doctor or healer of any level. One or two more warriors or anyone with advanced fighting abilities that do not require their powers. If you are able to accompany us on this journey, then meet us by the gate's entrance in five minutes. Thank you for your time.

((OOC: Your character does not need to answer this post to get in at the wagon action thread over here, but we do appreciate if you let us know what your character is going to know so we do not have doubles of the same people going. One doctor/healer, and one or two other warrior would be fantastic to have. Please, and thank you.))

Edited 2013-11-10 19:32 (UTC)

[It took time for Soushi to prepare the rescue team as best as he could on short notice, but he was able to manage it. His years of training as an SS was finally beginning to pay off. That is why there will be a flare being shot in the air once he caught sight of the group of injured man, so they knew the cavalry had finally arrived.

He will bring the wagon over to the group, parking the horses, then he will get out of the wagon and bring out the simple stretcher out of the wagon.]

We've finally arrived. Who should we carry onto the wagon first?

((OOC: Then wing it we shall!))

[ At Alastair's expression and obvious panic, the Doctor rushes over to his side. Still breathing heavily and not kneeling down because he'll move on in just a moment, he offers a reassuring smile, clapping Alastair's shoulder with one hand. ]

It's all right. We'll get them sorted, at least healed enough to last until we can get them back to the city. All right? It'll be fine.

[ Another clap, a squeeze, and then his coat swishes with the abrupt turn as he goes over to Altaïr. He drops down on one knee, leans down, and pats Altaïr's cheek. ]

Hello, big fella. Let's see what we're up against here then.

[ He needs to have a look at the wounds to know just how much he needs to heal. He does, after all, have his own energy to worry about. But all this clothing...

Better not waste any time trying to sort those out. ]

[When he's able to, Altaïr will thank the Doctor for reassuring Alastair. It's too much for one man to handle alone, especially one who thinks he might lose his adopted family a second time.

Right now he's trying to jerk away from the past on the cheek, but his post-torture reflexes aren't what they should be.

There are no life-threatening wounds. A few cuts to his arms and upper chest may require stitches, and a deeper stab around his ribs has stopped actively bleeding, at least. The edges of his left sleeve hang loosely, unencumbered by the vambrace that should be there and the hidden blade mechanism it normally conceals. Beneath them, his left ring finger is gone, but that's an old amputation that has nothing to do with Thiazi's tortures.

Something shifts in his eyes after a moment, and he seems to recognize the Doctor well enough to allow him to do what healing he can.]

[Alastair flinches at the shoulder clap, but he looks up at the Doctor and nods. He'll help. It'll be fine. He's going to help. He takes a shaky breath and looks back down to Ezio.

A slightly bloodstained hand reaches up to rub at his eyes. He's not crying, but his head aches from the pressure of holding it back for so long. He'll have time to cry later, he tells himself. For now he has to help his family.

So Alastair takes another deep breath and takes a moment to do what he knows how to do better than anything else: he reigns in his emotions, coils them back inside himself to deal with later.]

[Alastair's head snaps up and he looks over at Ezio and swallows back a cry. It's obvious how much pain his mentor is in, but he keeps himself from springing up and rushing over to him.

One at a time.

He takes a breath, suddenly feeling panicked. He doesn't know if he can heal all of them, even with the energy boost Caterina gave him.

He rises up on his knees slightly and holds out a hand.]

Ezio, don't... just stay still, please.

[Oh, Leo. Your hugs are something Ezio is grateful for. Though he does sigh after hearing what he has to say. His voice is toned low, of course- and while he will not speak in full detail of what their plan was, he'll give Leonardo more than what they will tell others.]

It was never meant to be an assassination, Leonardo, I assure you.

[Dumb as this idea was, if they had originally planned to try to kill Thiazi outright, they probably would have been in even worse shape.]

It was simply trying to get information, but Thiazi caught us. It only grew worse from there.

[Altaïr is not in the mood to be interrogated, but he's feeling considerably better than before. And it is a valid question, so he will give the boy an answer from where he lies.]

We investigated a lead. We were ambushed.

[Not a full answer, of course.]

You took a balls-out run at Thiazi.

[His face is carefully unreadable, because he isn't quite sure what to make of that yet.]

[It's a huge relief that they're here, but only a hint of that emotion shows on Altaïr's face. Even now, he can't help but be as stoic as he can.]

The others first. I'm all right.

[No, he's not, but he's not dying, and that'll have to do for now.]

[He would laugh at that if there were anything funny about this.]

No.

A carefully planned one, then. What was so important that you'd try it when no one else has yet?

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001; SOS: Video + Action ; CW: torture, gore

ACTION OPTION 1; RESCUERS

ACTION OPTION 2; HOSPITAL

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aw yeah man save these stupid damsels

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idk exactly how this should be working so. Making a new thread? /waves hands

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SEE NOTE??

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Mostly for Altair, but anyone can answer!

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incoming leonardo's wagon rescue team! threadjacking totally allowed!

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\o/!

right to the point eh Pyro

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