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[personal profile] patrols 2025-05-23 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Arm's definitely broken.

[Once he's moved, she pushes herself up into a sitting position so she can get a better look at her injured arm. It's the forearm that's broken, her hand tipping at an unfortunate angle. She cradles her arm back close to her chest as she looks around.]

Otherwise mostly just bumps and bruises. You?
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-05-28 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( She's worked with less. He's worked with less. But, he doesn't like the look of it when she inspects her injury.

He stretches a leg out, checks in with his system. The pain.
)

Just sore. Your definitely broken arm took the brunt of us. ( He sighs, looking out front. ) It. ( He frowns. ) Stairs're no longer.
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-05-28 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I have a feeling there are a lot of things that are no longer.

[She takes a deep breath, scanning the rubble to see if there was a safe path to somewhere that's more solid ground. She tucks her broken arm into her chest, before peering forward.]

First thing first, we have to try and make it to solid ground. See if we can find anyone else.
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-03 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( There's a lump in his throat, then, but until they get to safer ground, assessing casualties will have to wait. )

Best bet might be to head to a back staircase still intact. Not saying you can't jump us down into our honeymoon suite. Not one-handed anyway. But we also don't know what's awaiting us down there.

( If there is a down there to jump. If the stairs are gone... )

There's enough of a landing here to head back into the other hallways. Fine another way down. Doable?
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-04 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Lindsay nods, because he's right. They don't know what's down there. The cop part of her brain is already whirling, trying to put the pieces together. And it's much easier to talk shop than actually talking about anything else.]

To do this kind of damage, they had to have gotten some heavy duty explosives in here. This place was built to withstand cannons back in the day.

[Say what you want about old buildings but they're made to be sturdy.]

How did they get them in?
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-04 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Underneath? There must be old tunnels under this castle. Probably escape routes, in case the English or French...

( He trails off. )

Inside job. Locals who befriended Buffy, any of the slayers.

( He nods. )

Last of the red hot hunters? Like a last stand? New Orleans, again?

( Which is another part of their argument they hopefully won't touch. The last time the hunters all came together, it was there, and there was a lot of carnage. )
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-09 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head.]

This doesn't feel the same. I mean, yeah, they hit hard but they could have waited until we left the castle and picked us off one by one. This is a statement.

[She's just not sure yet what they're trying to say.]
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-09 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
A statement that says, we'd rather you be in smithereens.

( No reason to argue the logic, though. )

We can speculate til the cows come home, but we need to try and get back down. Can you walk?
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-10 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, because she can. The legs aren't the ones broken and they begin to move slowly down the hallway. She keeps to the edge of the hallway, peering cautiously around doorways in case something or someone happens to hop out at her.

Perception checks, please.]
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-10 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
( Between being worried for his injured fiancee, getting his bearings after the explosion and an unresolved argument, he is shit at perception: (2). )
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-10 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Lindsay does marginally better (10), catching sight of some things that could be useful - she passes over some bladed weapons and also a stake - but some she wishes she didn't.

She delicately steps over another body, when she hears a piece of the rubble shift and frowns:]


Who's there?

["Is it safe to come out?"

The voice is not familiar, but that's not uncommon for Lindsay - it's been a while since she called Scotland home.]
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
( he brandishes the blade, mourning the bodies they find as they pass. )

Structure's staying sound and there's only the one explosion. Where are you?
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-10 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[A head pokes around the side of one of the doors and Lindsay relaxes some. While her voice isn't familiar - the face is. It's a Slayer, not a bad actor.

"Here. The castle started shaking and I just hid in my room. Is it safe?"

Lindsay makes a face.]


Can't promise it's safe but I don't think it's going to blow again.
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-10 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
( Oh, they met yesterday. Wendla? Wendy? We -- It started with a W. )

It has to be safe enough for us to make it down the stairs. We should evacuate.
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-10 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
What's your name again?

["Whitney."

Lindsay nods.]


Okay. C'mon out, nice and easy. We're going to try and make our way to the back stairs.
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-12 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ms. Houston.

( The time or place for a playful bow? Well. That's it. Whitney. He made that Astros joke - but, baseball and Houston and - girls. )

The other stairs, not - collapsed.

( Not trying to correct his fiancee but, yeah. He'll take point moving back into the bowels of the second level. (19) for perception as he walks them down one of the hallways. )
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-13 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The further they get from the center of the blast, the more intact things seem to be. They catch the edge of the hallway and Beck finds the door to the stairs among the rubble, and pulls it open to find a mostly clear pathway ... up until they reach the caved in front of the wine cellar.]

Door's open. Looks like Wes and Damon might have found a way out.
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-13 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
That's two we can account for. How'you doin', Whitney?

( Just checking in when he can! )
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-14 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
["I'm okay." The tone of her voice says that she is probably not okay, and it doesn't help that the question is followed up with: "Where do we go now?"

Lindsay takes a breath, before giving a small shrug.]


This isn't our only place. This was just the biggest one. We have a place for you to go - don't worry about that.
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-14 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
( He has to ask, just to get that tone. He's getting them out of here.

He takes every step carefully, keeping one eye on his future bride (maybe) and the young slayer.
)

Lotta places. You might just get your pick.
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-14 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
["Okay." She doesn't seem convinced, but she'll let them feel like they're convincing her.

But as they round the corner, heading back towards the front, they pick up the sound of voices coming their way. Lindsay tenses, stepping ahead of the baby slayer to protect her before taking a sharp breath when Faith comes into view.]


Oh, thank god. You're okay.
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[personal profile] telegraphs 2025-06-14 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
( "The Whit, the Watcher and the Watcher's fiancée," she says, approaching. "Sorry, went for the low-hanging dub. Guys, we got company," she says, holding her hand out for Whitney to take.

"Fiancee's not a dirty word," he says, slightly scoffing as he waves to Stefan, Bonnie. "Lad. Lass. Any updates?"
)
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[personal profile] patrols 2025-06-14 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
["Scarlett got a call. Said Wes and Damon were stuck in the wine cellar?" Stefan asks, and Lindsay shakes her head.]

Not anymore. They must have found a way out.

[Stefan swallows, trying to focus on that being a good thing. "Isaac took Dawn and a couple of the other Slayer survivors to the hospital. She has a broken leg. We also know who this is: the Ivory Tower."

Lindsay's eyes go wide (17). Maybe she and Damon had a chat about them at some point.]


What the hell are they doing here?

[Stefan shrugs. "We're not sure. Have you seen Buffy?"

Lindsay pauses, before shaking her head.]


Haven't seen much of anyone alive before you guys, but none of the bodies were Buffy.
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[personal profile] madskilled 2025-06-14 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't upstairs.

( Faith says this knowing it, not asking, thinking back. Danny helped her in the kitchen. She turns in that direction, but the castle doesn't look like one anymore. Not rooms or a map or a navigatable layout.

Her hand goes to her forehead, deciding something.

She's already mapping her path. If there's a big hole in the ground, she can tuck and roll. She's not leaving her down there.
)

Get her out of here, but whoever wants to come with me, we're getting Buffy back.
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[personal profile] somanyadjectives 2025-06-14 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
I'm right behind you.

[His two most important people are somewhere in this rubble, and he's going to find them.

"I'm not going anywhere until I lay eyes on my boys." Scarlett doesn't like that Rhett and Melanie are still unaccounted for, and she needs to know one way or another.

Lindsay glances back to Beck. "My arm's busted, so I'm not much help. We'll take her out front and see if we can find anyone else."

It's up to Bonnie what she would like to do.]

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