video.

[efface]

[ when the feed comes on, riza's expression is tense. controlled. she's looking straight into the camera. there's an air of professionalism to her as she speaks, but that's to be expected.

she's lived through enough warzones, calamities, and nightmares to know how this goes. ]

My name is Riza Hawkeye. I know some of you, but-

[ not important. she blinks herself out of that. roy was always better at this, wasn't he? okay, breathe. ]

We need to regroup. I'm sure everyone has felt some part of what is going on, but things are getting out of hand. We can't turn on each other at a time like this, not with whatever is happening down below. I know a lot of us are scared, but if we're going to get through this, we need to pull together.

[ a beat, and then she exhales. riza doesn't look fantastic, honestly. she hasn't slept in who knows how long, and with everything going on around the ship?

but she's trying, that has to mean something, right? ]

Anyone who needs help, come find me in the lounge. I know basic first aid and can see what I can do. If anyone has any kind of healing abilities that are working? I can help with those too. I'm trying to collect what supplies we have, but help is appreciated.

I'll be in the Lounge if anyone needs to find me.

[ and then the feed cuts.



ooc timeline wise! this is happening semi-post the event log but pre the wrap-up log! meaning that people who went down in the first log can be back up, but all the dead bodies haven't made it up. she is open for network stuff but also if you just want to action meeting her in the lounge......feel free.

also.....no one has told her about roy yet so. that is open. c: ]

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[decisions]

I'm not far, please. I can make it —

[ 'tis but a flesh wound... but fuck. okay. fine. fine, riza. jfc. ]

— I'm sat not far from the mess hall. I just need a bit of patching before I find Vex.

[ he doesn't want her to worry... she's already texted him and he said he was on the way, but it is going to take him just a bit to try and make sure she doesn't have to worry about him (and perhaps he can get some bandages from riza as well to bring her just in case.) ]

» action.

[efface]

[ could he feel the :| through the feed? could he? there are no limitations to her disapproval. ]

I have my kit with me, I'll be there in five.

[ though in reality, it's more like four - because in just a few minutes percy can probably see riza jogging around a corner, looking down each way before she catches sight of him and rushes over.

there's a kind of clinical nature to the way she looks him over when she arrives, setting down the bag and kneeling next to him. ]

What happened?

[decisions]

[ he really could and that's pretty much what got him to slide messily down the wall, streaking a bit of blood on the surface as he sits there uselessly. he has to get back to vex, but gods he can't go back to her when he can barely stand himself (both physically and mentally as it were.)

when riza arrives, he lets out a sigh, deflating just a bit. gods she's fast. ]

During the exploration I... lost myself a bit.

[ his shirt is already a fair bit torn, so all he needs to do is push it aside and reveal the, thankfully, already cauterized knife wounds that look to be from some sort of... electric blade. his chest is already littered with old scars, so really it doesn't look out of place, sliced into his shoulder, another at his side. nowhere vital, but nasty-looking all the same. a strange burn stretches the line of collar to throat, still fresh. ]

I... attacked someone. And they attacked back. Which is fair. Very... very fair...

[efface]

[ good. because she would rather not have chased him off down the hallway just to get him to settle. and it's good to know that an ego isn't something she has to worry about arguing with, here, as she leans in to help him pull the fabric away, her eyes running over the wounds.

it's...gruesome, if she's being honest. and it's almost enough to make her stomach curl. but it's nothing she hasn't seen before, and it's nothing impossible, so instead she nods and turns back to the supplies she brought - pausing only once when he mentions losing himself.

riza turns back to catch his eyes, studying him. ] Was it the ship? [ she's referencing the violence, the 'losing himself'. because she knows what went down up here on the bridge while the others went down below, and she can only imagine what it was like under, where powers were being changed. ]

Keep still. [ she's already getting to work, moving to clean the area around the wound. ]

How long ago did this happen?

[decisions]

[ she says for him to keep still so he does his best, one hand fisted in his trousers, the other keeping him upright at his side, palm gripping the metal ground beneath them. the wounds sting in the open air, his shirt a makeshift bandage of sorts between the oozing and blood. he closes his eyes, wishes quietly that pike were here and then furiously unwishes it because pike doesn't deserve this.

her healing magic likely wouldn't even work.

he breathes out. ] I don't know. Time down there seemed to go on forever... could have been hours, days, a week.

[ a sharp hiss inwards at the touch of a more sensitive swath of burning. ] I'm only lucky the one who gave me that burn knew how to fight me off as well as she did. [ she has a name, he remembers it, but he won't speak it. she did what she had to do and he will take it. ]

How did you fare...? Were you up by the bridge?

[efface]

[ she gets to work - quick and efficient. she's not a talented medic, and a more experienced one could probably do this more gently. better. but she knows enough to clean the area and to bandage what she can and it's enough.

it's a nasty wound, one that causes her to pause briefly and glance back to him - what even happened - before returning to her work. she nods at his answer, too, not necessarily because it helps but because that is similar enough to how things went for her and the rest of the team who stayed up top. ]

You're lucky she didn't do a worse job. [ though that's a complicated statement, really. lucky, but was he really? with his consciousness directed by the ship itself, he could have done more damage too. she finishes one part of the bandaging and lets out a breath. there is still more to do, and after a moment's pause she continues. ]

I was, yes. Me and a few others. There were messages locked in the Bridge that we spent our time decoding. [ she tenses, thinking about the video, of the monster, as she glances up to look at him. ] You didn't run into that...thing? Did you?