The Fire Rises (open)

[Ira]

Wakanda threw a glance towards the iron suit as the mask lowered. A face? So strange. It seemed real enough too. Was this a newer upgrade of some battle suit things people spoke about? She honestly had thought it a droid. No matter now, her attention needed to be here, not focused elsewhere on pointless thoughts.

She kept her crystal pressed to the palm of her hand with her thumb, continuing her work. Wth minor injuries she would be done in a flash, a matter of seconds. More serious ones though, she knew would take a couple of minutes, even with the aid of her crystal. It took Wakanda a moment to realize she was still being spoken to by Maricul.

Another healed and she shooed them away before turning to another one. It was during that time though she acknowledged the question asked of her.

"Sorry. I am the Wakanda," she said before placing her hands on the third person to heal.

"I just be near here when the fighting start. I try to help, but nothing stopped them. For that, i am sorry."

[DC Comics]

"Y-yes, My Queen."

Said the man choked up through tears as he grabbed a brush and a bucket and started to clean the floor of his own urine. The other workers being led out of the throne room and into the dungeons for the time being. Once he was finished he slowly rose up to his feet and left the throne room as well accompanied by guards to feed them a description of this "Scarecrow."

[Ayen]

"Sorry. I am the Wakanda."

“The Wakanda?”

"I just be near here when the fighting start. I try to help, but nothing stopped them. For that, I am sorry."

“Don't apologize. I don't think anything could have stopped them. What ever they were hit with they were hit hard.”

Camp and Stryker brought some more civilians to Wakanda who were in need of healing before going off to see if there were any more. Maricul staying right where she was as she wanted to further observe the crystal she was using to heal them with.

“What's that crystal? Some kind of healing artifact?”

[Ira]

It sounded kind of silly when an outsider said it.

"Yes, The Wakanda, that was what they called me at home. Es long story, reputashin from home. The Wakanda es on the field, the Wakanda es healing - and of course, oh no, the Wakanda es fighting. Et es joke, mainly, I think. I no know the basic well enough to know the jokes most time," she explained as she continued her work.

The togruta merely gave a nod of acknowledgement towards both Camp and Stryker as they brought more over before setting to attempting to help them. She gave another nod at Maricul's question concerning her saber's crystal.

"Ets name says et all, I think. Legends call them Healing Crystals of Fire. Bring people back from the brink of death ef used right. Maybe even from death etself. I use et to aid my own healing abilities. I do et for decades, yes, but sometimes, a little help es nice. Use et for lightsaber too, but for now, et do job fine out of saber." The Jedi gave a nod as she pulled her hands away from another one she had been healing. Dull pains may linger in these she healed and of course rest would still be required with some wounds depending on how serious they were. However, nothing would remain of their injuries if minor, and a thin line of a scar if otherwise.

"Eh, ef I have volunteers and time, I may learn what happen with them. They should still have et en minds. En the memory. Ef so, maybe I can find et. But after this first. Then after food and rest too," again she nodded at her own words. Food and sleep before anything else after this. Even with her crystal, with how people there had been, she was going to be out of it and exhausted. More importantly; hungry.

[Ayen]

"Yes, The Wakanda, that was what they called me at home. Es long story, reputashin from home. The Wakanda es on the field, the Wakanda es healing - and of course, oh no, the Wakanda es fighting. Et es joke, mainly, I think. I no know the basic well enough to know the jokes most time."

Maricul was having difficulty understanding her... broken English? Yeah, let's go with that. She was able to understand that well enough. If they weren't busy Maricul would have asked where she was from but it was easy enough to figure it wasn't from around here. She was probably another person who was plunged into this realm from her own like countless others who were dragged here against their will. They should just be thankful she was even around for this.

"Ets name says et all, I think. Legends call them Healing Crystals of Fire. Bring people back from the brink of death ef used right. Maybe even from death etself. I use et to aid my own healing abilities. I do et for decades, yes, but sometimes, a little help es nice. Use et for lightsaber too, but for now, et do job fine out of saber."

“Lightsaber?”

"Eh, ef I have volunteers and time, I may learn what happen with them. They should still have et en minds. En the memory. Ef so, maybe I can find et. But after this first. Then after food and rest too."

“You're a telepath?”

[sebastian]

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Their fear... He could literally taste it on the air. And it was a satisfying taste at that. But then when one of them finally screamed out words, the demon stepped back from the three in disgust; smelling the urine as it came. How pathetic... Humans couldn't even control their bladders when irritated. There was something amusing about the fact that he had no bladder, or any way to pass waste products through his body. What he ate... It wasn't digested, though he did have the digestive system with only a few parts missing. It was just a system which didn't function. His food was absorbed directly into his soul... Meaning that going to the restroom was something he never had to do. But while the human took care of business right there in the throne room, he tilted his head in amusement at that humiliation. And seeing as he had a hand in causing the humiliation, that made it all the more laughable.

But that amusement faded back into seriousness as the man spoke of one "Scarecrow," and how they had received orders from him. His... That was one step closer to learning the identity. He simply watched without expression as Lori moved forward, revealing her own rage and impatience as she yelled. Yes... Swearing on the crown after all this... The man was a complete fool. Sebastian returned his full attention to the queen as she addressed him again. He raised a white-glove hand on his chest again and bowed at the waist, a soft smile curling his lips. "Yes, your majesty." He said simply. "He will become priority, I assure you..." The butler straightened up and moved to the window as the men were led away, and he drew a slip of paper from a pocket as well as a pen. In his fancy handwriting, a quick message was placed on the paper, and he tucked the pen away again.

He could have easily sent a message through his mental connection with Integra, but that might cause some unwanted curiosity on the Queen's part. It would be easier this way, as it wasn't uncommon for birds to be trained to carry messages. He whistled loudly, a sound which echoed eerily; and there was a flutter of black feathers a short moment later. The crow landed lightly on his forearm; it was average sized, but it would do. The butler murmured a few inaudible words to the creature, holding up the neatly folded paper. The crow clamped the message in its beak, and instantly took flight, vanishing in the direction which would lead to Integra's undisclosed location. Once the bird was gone, Sebastian turned back to the throne room, and resumed standing at the Queen's side; a silent sentry...

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Tags ► Lori
Notes ► Forget Owls... Crow Post, ftw.
Music ► The Dark Crow Smiles
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Ira]

Without a word, Wakanda tossed her hilt towards Maricul before placing her hands over a profusely bleeding stab wound on the torso of one of the victims brought to her. She was silent while the wound slowly stitched together from its deepest point, the skin mending together, leaving only the blood which had escaped and a thin line of a scar as proof it had once existed.

"That es the hilt of my lightsaber. With the crystal en, et make sword of light. Most people can cut through things with them. But, I make mine no cut. Et does the stunning enstead. Es weapon of Jedi, where I from." Wakanda explained with a soft smile, attempting to ignore the blood on her hands for a while. Nope. Wasn't happening. She brushed her hands off onto her clothing. Simple enough of a solution for a simple woman.

"Telepath? Es close enough, I guess. Healers of the Jedi are not only taught to fix the physical. Some times, healing must go deeper - to that of mind. Some time to spirit or soul. She sighed softly, setting to work on another person. "Et es a strange art to know, stranger to do, stranger yet to have et done to you. Dangerous ef en wrong hands."

[Queen Lori]

Lori took a breath, attempting to calm herself after the workers were taken away and Sebastian gave his message to the crow to send to Integra. Turning around, Lori looked out through her castle window to the wreckage outside. Lori had no idea who was responsible for this attack. If they were affiliated with Vulture or not. When she thought about it more it mattered little. She wanted them found, she wanted them brought to her kicking and screaming and most of all...

She wanted them hanged.

[Ayen]

"That es the hilt of my lightsaber. With the crystal en, et make sword of light. Most people can cut through things with them. But, I make mine no cut. Et does the stunning enstead. Es weapon of Jedi, where I from."

Maricul observed the lightsaber. Looking over the silver and blue hilt and seeing where she assumed the blade would ignite from. Once she was done observing Maricul deactivated the blade and handed it back over.

“Interesting weapon. But why prevent it from cutting?”

"Telepath? Es close enough, I guess. Healers of the Jedi are not only taught to fix the physical. Some times, healing must go deeper - to that of mind. Some time to spirit or soul. Et es a strange art to know, stranger to do, stranger yet to have et done to you. Dangerous ef en wrong hands."

“That's the last of them,” said Camp as he and Stryker came back up to Maricul.

“All right. The rest must be in the hospital ward. We're done here then.”

Maricul looked back at Wakanda.

“You going to be all right on your own?”

[Ira]

Wakanda offered a simple smile, despite not facing Maricul, at the first question. "The Force will decide someone's time. Et es not my decishin to make. I can stop people from causing harm, ef I need to. But without death.

I value life. Even for those who have no regard for et." When Maricul offered the saber hilt back to Wakanda, it floated from the woman's hand and clipped back onto the sash around Wakanda's waist.

She stood up, finished helping the last person. Her smile still in place at the second question. The togruta sighed softly. That was a question she had not been asked in a long long time it felt.

"Force and crystal willing, I always am.

I will be back later though. - Uh. To visit the hospital ward. Try to find out what happened.

For no, food."

[Ayen]

"The Force will decide someone's time. Et es not my decishin to make. I can stop people from causing harm, ef I need to. But without death. I value life. Even for those who have no regard for et."

“You keep referring to this “Force” like some kind of a deity. Is it?”

"Force and crystal willing, I always am. I will be back later though. - Uh. To visit the hospital ward. Try to find out what happened. For no, food."

“Take care.”

[Ira]

"To some, yes et es a diety. Maybe another day, I could take the time to esplain et to you. For now though, my appetite bests me." Wakanda opened the side of her saber and pushed her crystal into place before a yawn managed to escape her. "And so does need for sleep.

I will take care. You should too. Be alert and on guard. Something like a Sith may be around here." With that said, Wakanda offered her a wave before excusing herself. She as so hungry though.

[Ayen]

Maricul acknowledged the wave with a nod and then offered another nod to Saasha who's familiars were still assisting in the area before turning around and heading back down the path she knew Sir Integra to be staying in. The vampiress wouldn't use the words “hiding out” because Sir Integra wasn't the type to hide from anything. Whoever did this has just made themselves an enemy of the crown and an enemy of the Hellsing Organization. And for that they have earned the vampire's pity.