( mixed. ) pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego

[ashaya]

Who: Spock, Jim, Gwen, Peter, and various.
Where: Various locations (see prompts for details).
What: Gnosia-related shenanigans.
Warnings: Uh. Probably more than a few? Most likely: references to genocide, references to starvation/famine, references/overt descriptions of being targeted by racially motivated crimes, general violence, and gore. Maybe some vaguely racy commentary here and there (linked).

Comments

[feintofhart]

[ Claude almost doesn't spot it. He's unused to the technology of Aldrip, even after a few months of living here, hasn't grown up around the same safety measures about wires and electricity as everyone else. But just a spark catches his attention before it's too late, and it's not familiarity with modernity that seizes him; it's the memory of magic on the battlefield, sloshing ankle-deep through the muck and watching in horror as an ill-placed thunder spell rippled through the water, electrocuting friend and foe alike and leaving bodies crumpled on the ground.

He holds his breath as he leaps over it, just missing freedom by a hair, heel thumping down into the water below. His thick soled shoes saves him from the worst of it, but he feels some of it, a zap frissoning up his leg and up his spine, as unpleasant as any zap on the battlefield.

A thought occurs to him and he whirls around, muttering an incantation under his breath and pushing forward, palm-out. His magical abilities are next to useless next to seasoned fighters. He knows that. But he can use his wind in different ways -- which is how he summons a mighty gust of wind to send the water flying at his aggressors, praying that it will at least stop them in their tracks.

(He's not sure if it will work with the electricity. At worst, it might make them soggy. But it is, he thinks, worth a shot.) ]

[finalfrontiersman]

[ The thrill of the hunt thrums through the bond, the two of them shifting to move as one organism, one heartbeat a steady thrum, the other a fluttering race - but in time, together, steady and sure. Whatever the Gnosia had done to them, drawing the predator instinct to the forefront - the harmony and synchronicity was purely them. Stronger together, always, than apart.

Claude manages a wheeling leap and Jim grins, pleased. It wouldn't be any fun if they had felled him so quickly! He's already adjusting his path, moving with practiced ease to jump up on the convenient, if not immediately obvious, alternate path - balanced debris, making for stepping stones across the trap. They're more for Jim than Spock, whose gait is more likely able to handle the wide gulf. Claude's gust of wind and water manages to splash him, slightly, but without contact with the frayed wires, it doesn't do much to slow him. ]

Come on, Claude, you don't like our company? [ Jim takes a one-two jump from a wooden crate, landing on Claude's side of the cleared area. Two more alleys lie - one to the left, one to the right - though what lays beyond is anyone's guess. Continue running, potentially into another trap - or turn and fight? ] And here I was, pleased to see you.