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[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭


Samantha's calls alerted Cider from inside the house and
moved to the nearest window. "Oh thank Gaia..." she
sighed. With the slightest gesture, she called the ground
to shift beneathe her friends, moving something like the
mobile floors at airports to get the injured girls infront of the
nearest door, which was the kitchen.

Cider opened the door and held out a hand to Regina. She
felt nervous to do so, because the violence evident all over
that girl made her irrationally afraid that it was contagious.
Nonetheless, she took the Water Guardian's hand and then
took her weight off Samantha, who looked very much the
worse for wear. "You poor things.." She said more
such sympathetic and concerned phrases under her breath,
almost like a maternal mantra, as she helped Regina inside
and gestured for Samantha to follow.

The fallen body in the kitchen was hidden from direct gaze,
as Cider had placed potted ferns around it and their fronds
had interlaced like some manner of organic coffin. It was
less out of respect for the man than respect for the tired
eyes of her sisters.

 

[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭


Cider frowned. "You're going to end up like just a
puff of steam if you don't stay off of the heat for a
moment... but I know I could never convince you
of anything. So give me a moment. Please sit
down?"

She let Regina try to stand on her own, or else to
Sam's care, and went out of the room, to one of the
small wooden chests she kept lined up against the
wall on her bedroom floor. She sorted through items
briefly, then returned with a handful of miscellaneous
herbs, which she held out to Regina.

"Chew these, won't you?"

 

[Mort Faux]

>>--»Samantha«--<<
ADD Guardian of Fire

Samantha still didn't know what had happened, just that some group of people had attacked, and Regina got hurt. She did her best to help get Regina settled on one of the couches, only giving a few nods to Cider as the darker skinned girl left to get some herbs. Making sure Regina was settled in the chair, Sam couldn't help but feel rather exhausted; she'd never done anything like carry someone as far as she did, and so she slumped to a sitting position against kitchen cabinets only a few feet away from Regina, her face more dazed than normal as she just sort of stares off into space.

When Cider came back with herbs for Regina, Sam continued to watch in a sort of stunned silent, arms wrapped over her waist. She didn't know anything about healing, or treating wounds beyond cauterization... and she didn't think that was the wisest choice basically ever. Whatever needed to be done, she would have to leave it to Cider. "Is there... any way I can help?" She sounded out of breath, and an unusual look of focused concern was on her face as she watched Cider carefully.


 

[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭



Cider sighed, watching the sadly comic tableau
of Regina forcing herself to 'be a man'. As she
had said, however, she knew nothing she said
would make any difference to Regina's actions.
Perhaps.

"We need to stand together," she said fairly firmly.
"I know there are more people still, and I don't
want to take any chances of my family getting hurt.
Not any more than we already have."

She wondered where Zoe was. And Celeste.
She was filled with consternation and awaited
anxiously the return of Daytona, whose skills
with death were perhaps not pleasant, but they
were at least conclusive.

 

[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭



Cider smiled indulgently at Regina's boyish sulking.
"I've never heard you demand clothing so forcefully
before, Gina..." she used the girly variation of her
name deliberately, in an attempt to inject some
light-heartedness into the conversation. More often
that not, it seemed Regina was trying to get the rest
of them out of their clothing!

 

[Mort Faux]

>>--»Samantha«--<<
ADD Guardian of Fire

Sam had been a bit quiet, watching Cider and Regina go back and forth a little in conversation before she pulled herself up to standing, a little shaky, but she decided she had had enough rest for now. With her normal aloof smile, she slipped past the two of them to head to her room. Closing the door quietly behind her, Sam began to dig through several of her dresser drawer, before coming up with a pair of stark white fencing jackets; heavy with the protective mesh in them and the fronts covered with pockets. It didn't take her as long to find the mask, which she kept mounted over her closet door along with a pair of foils. Humming dissonantly as she collects her fencing gear, she pulls the jacket on, with the mask.

Coming back out into the living area of the house, she held the second jacket out to Regina; she was smiling, but it would be very hard to see through the basket mask Sam was wearing. "I've only got one spare jacket..." She said; she had removed her dress in favor of the jacket, and luckily enough they were about the same length, as Sam was still only wearing her stockings, which had gotten rather torn up around her feet. "I think it'll fit you Reggie... though it may be a bit loose."


 

[Farthingale]

٭CIDER٭



Cider was pleased to see that Regina could still
joke under the circumstances, and she dared a
response in kind: "I may even give you a running
chance if you manage to keep yourself in one
piece. But don't think the rest of us are going to
let you go all Ellen Ripley while we huddle in the
corner... okay, hon?"

She cast her eyes over to Samantha, who had
suddenly snuck out and then returned, wearing
pieces of a fencing uniform, and holding out bits
of another one to Regina. Well... it was certainly
protective clothing. Though hardly Kevlar, if
it came to that.

"I hope these people know the meaning of
touché, Sam, I truly do..."

 

[Mort Faux]

>>--»Samantha«--<<
ADD Guardian of Fire

With a few quick switches of her foil, Sam let out a small giggle from behind her mask. "It's a bit better than Reggie's swimsuit, I think..." Setting one of the foils down braced against the couch Regina was using, Samantha turned to face Cider again, holding up her foil in a tight ready-pose, the thin shaft of the foil slowly being immolated in a dense, hot flame. "I don't expect them to play by my rules, Cider..." Sam knew that Cider, being master of earth, could probably form the best defense out of any of them, except maybe when Daytona became totally intangible, but when it came to offense, Samantha believed it was her game. "I don't really want to kill anyone... but I wont let them harm my family here."