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Eʟᴇɴᴀ Gɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ ([personal profile] forgetyourusedtobe) wrote2015-02-28 12:10 am

Є030 video/spam

video.

[Elena has made it down to the Mezzanine and is seated on one of the chairs overlooking the ballroom. A few ghosts wander about behind her, not paying her any more mind than she is of them. In the background, music from the ballroom can be heard floating up to where she is now.]

This should probably go without saying, but if you find another person or a group of people? Stick together. Whatever you do, don't let yourself get separated from each other.

And whatever you do, don't stop. Keep going. Keep fighting if you have to.

[Not much of a peptalk, she supposes, since all of this should be obvious. But should is the operative word. It's readily apparent to her this place makes common sense fly straight out the window. God only knows how many of these spirits have been here and how many others have perished since then. It'd be easy for any number of the Barge residents to get caught in the same trap.]

If you're stuck or in trouble, tell me where you are and I'll come find you. I'm going to try and keep moving back and forth to help people that are stuck or lost. I've been told the lowest level's pretty rough so I'm going to make my way there first just in case.

spam.

[True to her word, Elena is out looking for people, trying to move them up further and further. She'll take people as far as the Gamesman Hall where she'll let others who are better equipped to play a game of chess help people progress from there. But she'll go down into the basement repeatedly, rescuing people from giant spiders and working her way back up to the mezzanine, and beyond.]

[Those that ran into her before her post to the network will find her either in the library definitely not looking at the books, or the menagerie trying not to get killed by a giant fucking robot Admiral wth is with your obsession with robots lately.]
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-02-28 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not that Letty doesn't know where her communicator is. She does. She just can't get to it.

Which is really starting to piss her off, but being able to get it out of the dark, webbed corner it skittered into when she first ran into the residents down here? Doesn't trump being able to use it once she does.

She's crammed herself up into a corner of a storeroom, and while she doesn't actually suspect that would be as much of a deterrent from fucking
spiders as it would most other things, at least she's covered on all but two sides.

There are five of the damn things she's counted down on the floor, including the only one of them that hasn't lost interest in where she's folded up, shaking around the pain of the shallow but long slashes down the side she's got turned into the wall; it can't reach her, and any attempt from it to angle its legs in at her or come close enough to try with its jaws she's met with vicious slashes and stabs of the small knife she managed to find before she was found by the spiders.

She's muttering under her breath about how she would love to scrape the creature out of the grill of her car, and the Admiral being a bastard and a half, and silent, angry prayers that someone better equipped to deal with this will come along - or that the creature will finally go the fuck away so she can climb down and sneak out on her own.
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-02-28 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Letty jumps when the bolt lands and the spider is suddenly no longer bothering her, and also scrambling desperately to get loose again. She leans just far enough out of her hiding place to be able to see, not stupid enough to climb down just yet, not willing to hang back and wait if whoever it is needs help.

She doesn't.

By the time Elena is working on pulling the axe free, Letty has unfolded out of the space between the beam and the ceiling, dropping down to the floor in what would have been a much more confident move if landing hadn't jarred her side. She swears again, sucks her breath in, and keeps the hand not holding her knife over her side, but her attention is all on where the spiders went.
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Jesus, yeah. Nice moves. [She already knew Elena was a vampire, so she's eying the sheer size of the axe but it clicks a moment later. Letty crosses to collect her communicator out of the corner where it slid, drops it in her pocket to examine later, and then fetches up next to Elena.] Tell me you found a way outta here. I was trying, but...
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-03-06 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
It's better than I've managed to do.

[Honestly, she's just relieved that someone she recognizes is here; alone, the adrenaline in her system is pure fear and determined anger. With someone else - someone who can very obviously handle herself, which makes Letty pretty happy - she can focus more on the rest of it, the part that makes people think she's crazy.

The part where if she can start whooping some ass on spiders instead of the other way around, this might be kind of fun. She frowns down at her side, moves her hand enough so the sluggishly oozing but shallow slices can be seen, wincing as she does.
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I don't know. I can move, though. I'll keep up.
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-03-11 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[The problem is that this place isn't safe enough to make her want to pause here for what little first aid Letty does know; the other problem is that it is very little first aid. She would wash it out, wrap it up, and that would be the end of her knowledge. But she can move, for now at least. It hurts but not as much as her shoulder in the jaeger, or every bone in her body when she crashed into a cement barrier.

She waits, though, watching with plain confusion and growing impatience as Elena creates a makeshift stake, raising both eyebrows at the demonstration.

Letty isn't excited about the idea, that much is clear; her eyes widen slightly, but then her jaw sets and she holds her hand out for the chair leg.
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I won't. No one just takes a chunk outta me if I can help it.

Just... don't. Okay? [She won't hesitate, but she really won't be happy, either. In any sense of the word.]
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-03-17 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Letty trails after her, keeping one eye on the surroundings and the other on where she's trying to situate the stake in one of her empty beltloops, ready to hand without needing it actually in her hand. It's for Elena, after all, not the spiders. Not that she won't use it and not that she won't still need to get to it quickly, but the knife is her first choice.

She glances up at the question, frowns at the weapon. Under any other circumstances she'd be eager to get her hands on it.
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I can shoot a gun. Never had to go medieval on anything though, so I have no idea.
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-03-19 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[And take it Letty does, immediately checking it over with eyes and hands alike.]

Then I got this, no problem. [She doesn't know if she does, but she's confident all the same in her ability to do some damage if given half a chance. She did chase off a spider or two herself before she was cornered. With backup, she expects she can raise that number.]

I got it. We can stop at the drive thru later, I just want outta here.
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[personal profile] leavetreadmarks 2015-04-02 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds good to me. Let's roll.

[Letty doesn't make the obvious joke either, instead eager to just be on the move. She's walking as she secures the quiver to her own belt, glancing up and around from her hands as she works, keeping Elena in her peripheral. She keeps up, even though she does almost trip on a few things in the dark, swears under her breath but quietly, unwilling to draw undue attention to them.

She reacts more to Elena than to the noise, because she keeps hearing phantom sounds anyway, her nerves trying to get the best of her and her solidly ignoring them. When Elena whirls, Letty palms her knife again, goes tense as she looks around, jaw set stubbornly. She's not getting cornered again. She's ready this time.

So ready that when the first ball of webbing crashes into her shoulder, she spins and lashes out viciously without thinking about it, almost catching the creature scuttling out of an alcove in the face in the process.
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