Bowing his head at Fiona he acknowledged her comment. "I appologize for the need, but discression is a wise choice at this time."
Once more he offered her his unoccupied arm, hoping she would take it quietly so he could walk the two women out to safety. Nic and his clanswoman was welcome to come with them. Though the guy was bigger he just did not seem quite like a predator. While Cyrus knew this was patently impossible to apply to all, he felt that this time his assumption was correct.
Making the next comment loudly and with as much snobbery and pompousness as possible Cyrus gave them a plausable out. "Nic my friend. You must come look at the new car I brought. The best germany has to offer. Dinner will wait I am sure."
Perhaps once this group was safe he could return for another group. Nodding firmly at the idea he plotted his path as he waited for Fiona of Evenhet to take his arm.
Being Seen
Sorin looked around the crowd for someone worthy of their attention and did not see anyone that fit that description. Instead he pulled two glasses of champagne from a passing tray and handed one to Fiona.
Moving slowly towards their places at the tables, he paused here and there to greet the human elite and a few of his clan underlings. Introducing Fiona as he went. He was certain she could ascertain their importance by the difference in the length they were spoken to. It was wonderful to have an escort that understood this game and how to play it well, especially one that sparkled in the limelight as much as Fiona did. He could have and perhaps should have taken his daughter, Claire. She knew how to play the game with exceeding skill but for her it was a different method and one that did not suit his needs. His daughter deferred the attention to whomever she was with and learned all that she could from these social braggarts with ease because most were willing to speak, some endlessly, about themselves. It was not always so easy and the quiet French woman had a way of getting information out of even those who would normally be closed lipped about their personal lives. He appreciated her talents but that did not make her a good date. Far from it, his Oubliette was far better in the shadows. He wondered briefly whether she would find a date to bring to the event but decided that was her problem and not his.
His attention was caught by a tall blonde head of hair in a grey tux. So... Alfarinn did survive the encounter with the Wolf. He was here and Sorin did not see Thaddeus nor did he expect to. He wondered what the little Anantya would have made of this. It certainly appeared that Alfarinn weathered the trauma of his passing with ease. Thaddeus obviously didn't mean as much to the play boy as he thought he had. If only his clan mate had listened to him; he would be here still. Poor young Thaddeus had been played and played well. Sorin was surprised to feel something like anger over the situation. How dare Alfarinn abuse one of his own, his most talented even! The man would pay for the loss of their fallen Nightsman and dearly.
Finishing his drink with a final large swallow, he snapped his fingers at one of the servers. Taking a glass, he smiled at the man's glower and leaned to Fiona as he left.
“So hard to find decent help these days. I think we should have turned an entire household of servants back when they knew how to do the job well.”
It had occurred to him that Lykaios had possibly not yet done his job but it seemed unlikely. Had he not said do it soon? The Wolf was many things but stupid was not one of them. Besides that was part of their original disagreement on the first task he had assigned the man. Lykaios knew not to repeat it. No, it seemed reasonable to assume that the attack had taken place. He would have seen Thadeus by now if he were still alive. They were in the same Order after all.
((OOC: Claire's background with her permission ))
Cyrus
18 years ago
Fallon
18 years ago
Leaving...if the situation warranted...was good. Fallon would have enjoyed getting to know of the Anantya, and of course spending time in a setting like this with Cyrus had developed into much more than she might have ever imagined. But there was always tomorrow...lots of tomorrows, and she wanted to be in condition to explore those tomorrows.
Nic seemed attentive to the situation, and Fallon had to appreciate his stepping in to help, as Cyrus had requested. The other two women were offered little in the way of concern. Not that Fallon would ever wish anyone harm, but for now she had enough to worry about, and she knew her limits. It was a given she would have been no use to them.
She resisted clinging to Cyrus, understanding he had a duty to do now, and she didn't want to hinder him. She also resisted moving away from him. Once the two of them were out of possible harm's way, she would be in a much better position to return home, and leave him to proceed however he felt necessary.
"Are we ready then?"
She asked him, wanting to make it to the car as quickly as possible.
Nic seemed attentive to the situation, and Fallon had to appreciate his stepping in to help, as Cyrus had requested. The other two women were offered little in the way of concern. Not that Fallon would ever wish anyone harm, but for now she had enough to worry about, and she knew her limits. It was a given she would have been no use to them.
She resisted clinging to Cyrus, understanding he had a duty to do now, and she didn't want to hinder him. She also resisted moving away from him. Once the two of them were out of possible harm's way, she would be in a much better position to return home, and leave him to proceed however he felt necessary.
"Are we ready then?"
She asked him, wanting to make it to the car as quickly as possible.
Fiona
18 years ago
Fiona stood, still not pleased with the situation, but intelligent enough to recognize the inevitable. As she laid a hand on Cyrus’s arm, she met his eyes and shook her head slowly. No, this would not do. Sorin had said he was a Huntsman, a warrior. Glancing at Fallon, she knew that if anything went wrong, he would need as much freedom as possible to deal with it. And she did not trust Nic to be capable of protecting himself, though she trust Maeve’s empathy to alert them to potential threat.
She did not know exactly what abilities a Huntsman might have, but she gambled that heightened hearing was amongst them. Speaking as quietly as she could, so as not to alarm his companion, she met his eyes.
“I promise to leave this room with you. But I believe it would be best if you have an arm free, Huntsman.”
Of course, to be seen leaving the room on the arm of a man other than Sorin was intolerable, but Cyrus did not need to know that. She would bow to necessity, but she’d be damned if she allowed it to destroy what she’d begun tonight.
She did not know exactly what abilities a Huntsman might have, but she gambled that heightened hearing was amongst them. Speaking as quietly as she could, so as not to alarm his companion, she met his eyes.
“I promise to leave this room with you. But I believe it would be best if you have an arm free, Huntsman.”
Of course, to be seen leaving the room on the arm of a man other than Sorin was intolerable, but Cyrus did not need to know that. She would bow to necessity, but she’d be damned if she allowed it to destroy what she’d begun tonight.
Sorin
18 years ago
Sorin had gotten through the crowd to find that the guest the waiter had been talking to was gone. Damn the man! If he had managed to catch up to him he would have had some answers. He had walked out the entrance nearest the last place he had seen the guest but could not find any sign of someone beating a hasty retreat.
Coming back into the ballroom, his eyes met chaos. It might not appear that way to many but with his ability to discern the order and nature of things this was mayhem. So he was not the only to believe something was going on?
He headed quickly back to his table and found them all standing and some of the Evenhet had returned as well. Bloody wonderful. Sorin's focus was on Fiona and coming up beside her, he heard her statement to Cyrus. Had she noticed something as well then? His estimation of her perception and abilities increased.
Holding out his arm to her, he spoke calmly.
"Perhaps then you would care to accompany me outside, My Dear. I do not believe we have time for much discussion on the matter whatever your choice."Â?
The others looked ready to move as well and that was a good thing; he would hate to have to command reluctant clan mates to do as he wished.
"There appeared to be someone who knew something about what was going on. Alas, he slipped away through the crowd."Â?
Coming back into the ballroom, his eyes met chaos. It might not appear that way to many but with his ability to discern the order and nature of things this was mayhem. So he was not the only to believe something was going on?
He headed quickly back to his table and found them all standing and some of the Evenhet had returned as well. Bloody wonderful. Sorin's focus was on Fiona and coming up beside her, he heard her statement to Cyrus. Had she noticed something as well then? His estimation of her perception and abilities increased.
Holding out his arm to her, he spoke calmly.
"Perhaps then you would care to accompany me outside, My Dear. I do not believe we have time for much discussion on the matter whatever your choice."Â?
The others looked ready to move as well and that was a good thing; he would hate to have to command reluctant clan mates to do as he wished.
"There appeared to be someone who knew something about what was going on. Alas, he slipped away through the crowd."Â?
The Voice
18 years ago
The sudden blast originating from the corner of the room you entered and knocks everyone off their feet. Bits of wood, metal, and slivers of glass pelt the floor around the guests. An inferno has risen up in the corner. The only safe exit is the garden doors, and the entire room seems to be headed there at once.
The big bang.
The big bang.
Cyrus
18 years ago
At the first noise of the blast, Cyrus flung himself to the ground. Taking Fallon down first and protecting her from the raining debris. The shockwave travelling through the room was almost visible as his eyes glowed in the light of the explosion.
A table had rolled into place in between them and the blast. Cyrus thought it also covered the other two couples but he could not be sure as he placed it there too swiftly.
The smoke he now smelled signaled that they needed to make a hasty exit. Looking down at the woman beneith him he asked quietly. "Are you ok?"
A table had rolled into place in between them and the blast. Cyrus thought it also covered the other two couples but he could not be sure as he placed it there too swiftly.
The smoke he now smelled signaled that they needed to make a hasty exit. Looking down at the woman beneith him he asked quietly. "Are you ok?"
Fallon
18 years ago
In the space of seconds, Fallon heard the loudest noise she'd ever heard in her life, and found herself on the floor. Instinctively she curled up into a fetal position, trying to protect herself, knowing something horrible had happened, but unable to wrap her mind around what it was.
She couldn't move, and it took her a few seconds to realize it was Cyrus lying on top of her, that had rendered her immobile. As soon as she understood that, everything else seemed to fall into place. She tried to roll over towards him, but he had her effectively pinned to the floor where she landed.
Fallon tried to answer but pinned the way she was her arm was twisted between her throat and the floor, and she couldn't get anything audible to come out of her mouth.
"I'm okay...I think."
She barely whispered in a rather strangled half groan.
"You?"
Working her arm back and forth a little, she finally managed to dislodge it from being smashed into her neck. That out of the way, she let herself relax, and waited for Cyrus to let her up, and confirm he was all right. Though the moans and cries began filtering into her mind, and she wondered if she really wanted to get up and see anything just yet.
She couldn't move, and it took her a few seconds to realize it was Cyrus lying on top of her, that had rendered her immobile. As soon as she understood that, everything else seemed to fall into place. She tried to roll over towards him, but he had her effectively pinned to the floor where she landed.
Cyrus
"Are you ok?"
Fallon tried to answer but pinned the way she was her arm was twisted between her throat and the floor, and she couldn't get anything audible to come out of her mouth.
"I'm okay...I think."
She barely whispered in a rather strangled half groan.
"You?"
Working her arm back and forth a little, she finally managed to dislodge it from being smashed into her neck. That out of the way, she let herself relax, and waited for Cyrus to let her up, and confirm he was all right. Though the moans and cries began filtering into her mind, and she wondered if she really wanted to get up and see anything just yet.
Cyrus
18 years ago
At her words he realized he must be crushing her. Easily pushing himself up in a small mental push up, he looked around for more falling debris. Thankfully most of it seemed to have stopped. Aside from a gash on his arm and numerous cuts on his back, he felt fine.
"Im fine. We need to get up and get everyone out."
With one hand hovering over the floor he lifted himself up to a foot then arose physically. Hopefully anyone looking would think his hand was actually touching the floor. Unfortunately there were glass shards littering the ground along with splinters of wood. He needed to get Fallon up and check her over carefully.
After mentaly sweeping the area surrounding her clear he reached down with both hands to assist her up.
"Im fine. We need to get up and get everyone out."
With one hand hovering over the floor he lifted himself up to a foot then arose physically. Hopefully anyone looking would think his hand was actually touching the floor. Unfortunately there were glass shards littering the ground along with splinters of wood. He needed to get Fallon up and check her over carefully.
After mentaly sweeping the area surrounding her clear he reached down with both hands to assist her up.
Nicholae
18 years ago
Getting a little fed up with Fiona, but not wanting to cause a scene that might embarrass Maeve, Nic went to her and took her arm. He moved so that Fiona couldn't see what he was saying, but Maeve could.
"Look, I know she's your friend, but I'd really rather debate the finer details of the issue outside?"
Moving his hand down her arm, Nic was still holding her and waiting to find out if she would go along with him or not, when the blast hit. He was taken off guard, and the force of the blast knocked him sideways. Unfortunately his grip on Maeve was such that he pulled her down with him. Fortunately they landed mostly under the table, and Nic quickly pushed Maeve further underneath, and then wrapped his arm around her. The whole thing took only a few seconds, but seemed all in slow motion to Nic.
He could hear a chair hit the top of the table, and was thankful they had the added protection. He couldn't imagine how people fared, out in the open, with nothing to shield them from the flying debris.
Once he was fairly sure there weren't going to be any more explosions, he rearranged himself to hold Maeve in a more accommodating position. Cradling her in his arms, he tried to look down into her face.
"Are you hurt? Anywhere...pain anywhere?"
She looked a little stunned, and a little frayed, but he would have expected that. He figured he probably looked much the same. At least she didn't look to be bleeding...at least not anywhere he could see just yet.
"Look, I know she's your friend, but I'd really rather debate the finer details of the issue outside?"
Moving his hand down her arm, Nic was still holding her and waiting to find out if she would go along with him or not, when the blast hit. He was taken off guard, and the force of the blast knocked him sideways. Unfortunately his grip on Maeve was such that he pulled her down with him. Fortunately they landed mostly under the table, and Nic quickly pushed Maeve further underneath, and then wrapped his arm around her. The whole thing took only a few seconds, but seemed all in slow motion to Nic.
He could hear a chair hit the top of the table, and was thankful they had the added protection. He couldn't imagine how people fared, out in the open, with nothing to shield them from the flying debris.
Once he was fairly sure there weren't going to be any more explosions, he rearranged himself to hold Maeve in a more accommodating position. Cradling her in his arms, he tried to look down into her face.
"Are you hurt? Anywhere...pain anywhere?"
She looked a little stunned, and a little frayed, but he would have expected that. He figured he probably looked much the same. At least she didn't look to be bleeding...at least not anywhere he could see just yet.
Maeve
18 years ago
Okay, what she sensed from Fiona and the rough translation she managed of the woman's French led Maeve to believe that she was not exactly alright. What did she mean though? All she knew was that Fiona was not taking this situation well. She sighed, again with relief, as the Frenchwoman pulled herself together and agreed to leave with them all.
She looked up at Nic and while she could understand his frustration at the same time Fiona was her friend. Any other time she would have stood her ground and argued the point with him right then and there, but she couldn't argue that this was not exactly the place for that discussion right now.
Just as she started to follow the whole floor seemed to buck from an explosion. She didn't even have time to scream or register where the blast had come from as she was pulled off her feet. She did however vaguely notice a pain in her ankle as she tumbled to the floor and was scooted under the table. She buried her head against Nic's shoulder as they huddled under the table waiting for the first wave of chaos to calm down.
The second wave of chaos was almost as painful to her as the first. She quickly pulled in her empathy trying to shut out the pain and terror that filled the room. She latched onto his voice to help shut out the other emotions in the room. Looking up into his face, she was not surprised to see that his cheeks were smudged with soot, and she reached up a small hand to wipe some away only managing to smear it. At the same time she took a breath to settle herself.
"Um, I think I might have twisted my ankle when we were knocked down. Other than that I don't think anything serious. Although my arm stings a little. Small cuts maybe. What about you?"
She looked up at Nic and while she could understand his frustration at the same time Fiona was her friend. Any other time she would have stood her ground and argued the point with him right then and there, but she couldn't argue that this was not exactly the place for that discussion right now.
Just as she started to follow the whole floor seemed to buck from an explosion. She didn't even have time to scream or register where the blast had come from as she was pulled off her feet. She did however vaguely notice a pain in her ankle as she tumbled to the floor and was scooted under the table. She buried her head against Nic's shoulder as they huddled under the table waiting for the first wave of chaos to calm down.
The second wave of chaos was almost as painful to her as the first. She quickly pulled in her empathy trying to shut out the pain and terror that filled the room. She latched onto his voice to help shut out the other emotions in the room. Looking up into his face, she was not surprised to see that his cheeks were smudged with soot, and she reached up a small hand to wipe some away only managing to smear it. At the same time she took a breath to settle herself.
"Um, I think I might have twisted my ankle when we were knocked down. Other than that I don't think anything serious. Although my arm stings a little. Small cuts maybe. What about you?"
Fiona
18 years ago
Fiona looked up at the sound of Sorin's voice, relief cut short at his words. She had no idea what he had sensed or seen, but she realized she trusted him. How... strange.
"I do believe you are right. Which way?"Â?
Gratefully, she took the offered arm and thought about his next statement, glancing over at Maeve to see that Nic had taken her. Good. Focusing her thoughts on the events of the last few minutes, she was finding she couldn't make sense of it. She murmured, "Not enough information."Â?
She hated making decisions without enough...
The blast was more than enough information. And yet, still not enough.
The world tilted and spun and burned... a weight fell across her, protecting her from the chaos around them. Fiona found herself prone, looking up into eyes that reflected fire... stunned, she reached up to brush a lock of Sorin's hair back, the scent of blood suddenly strong. There was a black mark across the back of her hand. Where had that come from? She said the first thing that came to mind,"This was not the way I planned on getting into this position."Â?
Confused, she tried to shake her head, her hair caught on something. Her voice sounded wrong, far away. There was a ringing in her ears, faint, but there. Beyond it was a low roar, familiar... Fire.
This was not good.
"I do believe you are right. Which way?"Â?
Gratefully, she took the offered arm and thought about his next statement, glancing over at Maeve to see that Nic had taken her. Good. Focusing her thoughts on the events of the last few minutes, she was finding she couldn't make sense of it. She murmured, "Not enough information."Â?
She hated making decisions without enough...
The blast was more than enough information. And yet, still not enough.
The world tilted and spun and burned... a weight fell across her, protecting her from the chaos around them. Fiona found herself prone, looking up into eyes that reflected fire... stunned, she reached up to brush a lock of Sorin's hair back, the scent of blood suddenly strong. There was a black mark across the back of her hand. Where had that come from? She said the first thing that came to mind,"This was not the way I planned on getting into this position."Â?
Confused, she tried to shake her head, her hair caught on something. Her voice sounded wrong, far away. There was a ringing in her ears, faint, but there. Beyond it was a low roar, familiar... Fire.
This was not good.
Sorin
18 years ago
Sorin had only time to pull Fiona close before the blast hit. He tried to cover her as best he could. Valiant as that probably appeared, he knew that he was protecting something that was worth protecting at very little risk to himself. He was physically tougher than even most of his kind and knew he had little to fear from the bits of falling debris and flying furniture.
His hearing was a different matter and the sounds around him had gone through some alarming changes from deafening roar to eerie silence and back to chaotic howls of pain and stomping feet.
He still managed to keep his composure. He did not get the impression that the attack was directed at him personally and so it was of less vital importance than it could have been. Someone would pay for imposition it caused him. Most likely the Mayor, but until then there was no one to personally accuse.
Smiling down at Fiona when she spoke, He wiped a smudge off her cheek and replied.
“I would have to agree....much as I love an audience, there are some things best left to privacy.”
He carefully pulled the table up and away that was trapping her hair and then helped her to stand. Brushing away the dust from his tuxedo, he extended his arm to her again.
“My lady, As exciting as this has been...I believe this party is official over. Shall we try exiting again?”
((OOC: Fiona and Sorin Out with permission
got to love Coat of Arms and personal quirks ))
His hearing was a different matter and the sounds around him had gone through some alarming changes from deafening roar to eerie silence and back to chaotic howls of pain and stomping feet.
He still managed to keep his composure. He did not get the impression that the attack was directed at him personally and so it was of less vital importance than it could have been. Someone would pay for imposition it caused him. Most likely the Mayor, but until then there was no one to personally accuse.
Smiling down at Fiona when she spoke, He wiped a smudge off her cheek and replied.
“I would have to agree....much as I love an audience, there are some things best left to privacy.”
He carefully pulled the table up and away that was trapping her hair and then helped her to stand. Brushing away the dust from his tuxedo, he extended his arm to her again.
“My lady, As exciting as this has been...I believe this party is official over. Shall we try exiting again?”
((OOC: Fiona and Sorin Out with permission
got to love Coat of Arms and personal quirks ))
Fallon
18 years ago
With his assistance, Fallon stood up, and straightened her dress, before looking around. The place was decimated, and the fire seemed to be spreading quickly. Stepping backwards, her foot hit something and she looked down.
Quickly stooping, she put her hands on the arms of another woman who had been knocked down, and asked her if she was hurt. When the woman responded 'no', Fallon helped her to her feet, and was relieved to see her rush off and into the arms of another woman. At least those two still had each other. Gazing at the slightly panicked crowd, Fallon could see there were some that wouldn't be finding their ways back into loving embraces, ever again.
Comforted in the fact that Cyrus was standing, Fallon's eyes met his for seconds, before she again scanned the room.
"It looks like we need to head towards the garden doors."
She pointed to the doors the two of them had come in earlier that evening. Seeing that he had heard her, Fallon looked at the other members of the table, and was relieved to see they had all escaped the blast, more or less unscathed. She couldn't help but smile. That Sorin...the clan elder...didn't appear too concerned in his 'other' clan mates, didn't bother Fallon, much. She hadn't taken him for a man of much sentimentality earlier, and now that thought was reinforced.
But that didn't really matter to her anyway, in the grand scheme of things.
Moving closer to Cyrus, she prepared to leave with the one person there who did, truly, matter.
Quickly stooping, she put her hands on the arms of another woman who had been knocked down, and asked her if she was hurt. When the woman responded 'no', Fallon helped her to her feet, and was relieved to see her rush off and into the arms of another woman. At least those two still had each other. Gazing at the slightly panicked crowd, Fallon could see there were some that wouldn't be finding their ways back into loving embraces, ever again.
Comforted in the fact that Cyrus was standing, Fallon's eyes met his for seconds, before she again scanned the room.
"It looks like we need to head towards the garden doors."
She pointed to the doors the two of them had come in earlier that evening. Seeing that he had heard her, Fallon looked at the other members of the table, and was relieved to see they had all escaped the blast, more or less unscathed. She couldn't help but smile. That Sorin...the clan elder...didn't appear too concerned in his 'other' clan mates, didn't bother Fallon, much. She hadn't taken him for a man of much sentimentality earlier, and now that thought was reinforced.
But that didn't really matter to her anyway, in the grand scheme of things.
Moving closer to Cyrus, she prepared to leave with the one person there who did, truly, matter.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Watching Fallon stand and compose herself was reassuring. She looked untouched by the blast except for dirt and soot now staining her body. Carefully he took his coat off and placed it on her shoulders. Hoping it would protect her from any further flying objects.
Noting that Sorin had exited with Fiona relieved him greatly. Nic and his date were under a table so Cyrus pushed it over, blocking the fire from the two. With a mental sweep he brushed the debris away from them. It probably felt like a cool breeze to them. He was counting on no one paying much attention.
"Its really time to leave now." He said to everyone and no one in particular. He hoped Thaddeus and Alfarinn made it out safely. Wrapping one arm around Fallon he put his right arm around her shoulders and began steering her towards the door.
Noting that Sorin had exited with Fiona relieved him greatly. Nic and his date were under a table so Cyrus pushed it over, blocking the fire from the two. With a mental sweep he brushed the debris away from them. It probably felt like a cool breeze to them. He was counting on no one paying much attention.
"Its really time to leave now." He said to everyone and no one in particular. He hoped Thaddeus and Alfarinn made it out safely. Wrapping one arm around Fallon he put his right arm around her shoulders and began steering her towards the door.
Nicholae
18 years ago
Nodding in relief, as Maeve confirmed she was basically okay, Nic acknowledged her question.
"Yea...I think something hit me in the back when we fell, but I'm okay."
As he was preparing to scoot out from under the table, the table removed itself from them, and he found himself now looking up at Cyrus.
"Thanks man."
He was appreciative of the gesture, as now he could get up where they were, and didn't need to risk sliding over debris.
"Let me see if we can get you up, and you can test that ankle."
He smiled into Maeve's face, and watched her for acceptance of the idea. Then, as he disengaged himself from holding her, and moved up onto his knees, he kept his hands on her arms, and eased her upward as well. Leaning back onto his feet, as he stood, he started gently pulling her into a standing position, but slid his hands around her again to offer her support, until she found if she could support her weight.
"What do you think...think you can make it outside, or shall I carry you?"
It never occurred to Nic that he wouldn't be able to lift Maeve into his arms with no difficulty at all. He had admired her lithesome shape that first meeting in the gym, and doubted she weighed anywhere near to what he was used to pressing.
"On three?"
"Yea...I think something hit me in the back when we fell, but I'm okay."
As he was preparing to scoot out from under the table, the table removed itself from them, and he found himself now looking up at Cyrus.
"Thanks man."
He was appreciative of the gesture, as now he could get up where they were, and didn't need to risk sliding over debris.
"Let me see if we can get you up, and you can test that ankle."
He smiled into Maeve's face, and watched her for acceptance of the idea. Then, as he disengaged himself from holding her, and moved up onto his knees, he kept his hands on her arms, and eased her upward as well. Leaning back onto his feet, as he stood, he started gently pulling her into a standing position, but slid his hands around her again to offer her support, until she found if she could support her weight.
"What do you think...think you can make it outside, or shall I carry you?"
It never occurred to Nic that he wouldn't be able to lift Maeve into his arms with no difficulty at all. He had admired her lithesome shape that first meeting in the gym, and doubted she weighed anywhere near to what he was used to pressing.
"On three?"
Maeve
18 years ago
She looked up at him with concern in her eyes. Once they got out of here she'd offer to check his back. Right now she just wanted to get away from the smoke and the heat and the fear in the air. She smiled gratefully up at Cyrus when the table was moved. That would at least make things easier. Not to mention the light breeze she felt as the debris around the was wafted away.
She nodded to his question and let him help her upright. "Let me at least see if I can make it on my own."
Nodding again she stepped down gingerly on the ankle that was paining her and hissed as she just about fell over. Her hand shot out to take hold of Nic's arm. "Okay, that hurt. I'd lay odds it's not broken, but I think I sprained it pretty good."
She looked around the room again, and with a sigh of resignation realized there was no way she was going to be able to get over all the wreckage and out of here fast enough on that ankle. She smiled up at him ruefully. "Guess you'd better carry me. I could probably make it with help, but I'm not sure we really want to take the time I'd need for that. Bet you hadn't planned on playing that knight in shinging armor role so soon or in such a spectacular fashion."
She nodded to his question and let him help her upright. "Let me at least see if I can make it on my own."
Nodding again she stepped down gingerly on the ankle that was paining her and hissed as she just about fell over. Her hand shot out to take hold of Nic's arm. "Okay, that hurt. I'd lay odds it's not broken, but I think I sprained it pretty good."
She looked around the room again, and with a sigh of resignation realized there was no way she was going to be able to get over all the wreckage and out of here fast enough on that ankle. She smiled up at him ruefully. "Guess you'd better carry me. I could probably make it with help, but I'm not sure we really want to take the time I'd need for that. Bet you hadn't planned on playing that knight in shinging armor role so soon or in such a spectacular fashion."
Nicholae
18 years ago
Watching her closely, he knew right away she'd never be able to get out of the place under her own power. So, once she gave him the go ahead, he swept her up into his arms. Her subsequent remark was endearing, and he leaned over to kiss her cheek, before turning his attention back to the immediate matter at hand.
Looking over at the only two remaining from their table, he nodded his head towards the doors.
"Cyrus, Fallon...may the next time we meet be under more favorable conditions?
Good luck to you."
And with that he pressed her face into the side of his neck, seeking to shelter her from the heat of the flames, and any evidence of carnage they might pass.
Following with the crowd of people, in minutes they were out of the room, and on their way back to the Towers.
(Nic and Maeve out.)
Looking over at the only two remaining from their table, he nodded his head towards the doors.
"Cyrus, Fallon...may the next time we meet be under more favorable conditions?
Good luck to you."
And with that he pressed her face into the side of his neck, seeking to shelter her from the heat of the flames, and any evidence of carnage they might pass.
Following with the crowd of people, in minutes they were out of the room, and on their way back to the Towers.
(Nic and Maeve out.)
Fallon
18 years ago
Once they actually started moving, Fallon and Cyrus made it outside in record time. It wasn't until they cleared the doorway that she realized just how smoky it had been inside. But the cool, clear night air was wonderful and reminded Fallon how precious such things were.
She took Cyrus' face in her hands, and saw he wasn't hurt. The desire to cry was great, but she held up, and instead wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug.
"Thank you for tonight Cyrus. It didn't end quite the way I might have anticipated, but...it will be a night I never forget."
Kissing him softly, Fallon was jarred as someone tried to walk around her, and she guessed it was time to move out of the way. Taking his hand, it was her turn to lead him to the car.
(Fallon and Cyrus out.)
She took Cyrus' face in her hands, and saw he wasn't hurt. The desire to cry was great, but she held up, and instead wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug.
"Thank you for tonight Cyrus. It didn't end quite the way I might have anticipated, but...it will be a night I never forget."
Kissing him softly, Fallon was jarred as someone tried to walk around her, and she guessed it was time to move out of the way. Taking his hand, it was her turn to lead him to the car.
(Fallon and Cyrus out.)