Drug Den Disaster - RPLOG
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Date
18/9/476
Log
A late evening in and around Firmament, the sky lit a bright orange. The reason for that soon becomes clear - a block of hovels in the shanties are aflame, hovels burning and thick, foul smoke heavy with the dirt of the poor curling as it rises into the air.
Most of the beings about seem resigned to the event - a few just stand by idly while others belatedly form a bucket chain to and from the nearest wells, but all move dully and with half-glazed eyes, as if this were a weekly, not daily event. It probably is. Miserable lot this must be, for fires to be considered a part of daily life.
The Iguana has chosen to join the scene to put out the fires. It doesn't seem like much, but he arrives in his griffon form to help with this. Immediately, and without taking a bucket even, he starts to use the water maths that he is knowledgable of to cause it to rain over the affected homes. Or at least try to.
It didn't take long for word to hit a certain lion's ears that Shanty Town was having trouble with fires once again. Quickly, Dio attempts to arrive as fast as he possibly could, being restricted to ground travel of course. Eventually, he reaches his destination and mixes in with the crowd a bit while he attempts to use fire magic to help quell the flames. "'re there any beings still stuck in those houses," Dio asks someone nearby. With such little panic, the possibility probably wasn't high, but it's always good to make sure.
Angel hears that Shanty town was once more in trouble, and she decided to go find her lord Angus and bring him out here herself. Her chain tunic was always made to be bulky on her, to allow for her tranformation into a griffon, but now.. now it felt a bit more snuggly then before, and the girl felt more then a bit heavier. She flys low and looks over the site as she lands, "I hope that wasn't too bad my Lord." She says as she comes to a soft landing. Looking at the fires, she knos there isn't too much she can do to help personally, but decides that... then it starts to rain. Looking over to the mage causing it, she slow blinks. "Well, I suppose that works." she says.
Unfortunately, no one seems to pay very much attention to Dio - or at least, in the positive sense. The few imporvished beings who do cast the lion dirty looks at his expensive coat, even if it is tattered. At least they have enough presence of mind to not try and steal it off his back or throw rocks at him when there's a shanty fire going, though. The griffons are better received, though, especially when Mazurek causes a slight drizzle - sensing that they might be able to bail and get off scot-free, some of the more timid folk set down their buckets and leave the chain, heading for cover.
The fires are still burning, though, but at least they're not threatening to spin out of control any more. This has only enabled more and more curious onlookers from the further reaches of the shanties to arrive, stare, and drop their two scepters' worth on the fire without actually lifting a finger to help.
The ebony griffon was actually causing it to rain from the air and not from the ground. He keeps himself aloft during his concentration by using the updraft from the fires to their fullest potential. He didn't bother trying to shield himself with air magics as that would be a waste of energy. Seeing that there were so few on the ground actually trying to help he squawks and calls down to them with the aid of said air magic, "Well, what are you all doing? I can't do this by myself, and these are your shelters!"
"Well...I'm not dead, that's a good thing right?" Angus forgot how much he actually hated flying, big shock considering he knows air magic, and he groans a little as he manages not to fully fall off Angels back. The fox looked like....he had just woke up, his fur completly disheveled as he was still trying to pull on his jacket as he looked up at the fires. "Dammit...well, at least I'm going to help this time." He mutters to himself as he manages to defeat his unruley jacket and starts adding his own spell into the mix, a massive force of air to try and suffocate the flames.
It's been awhile since Dio had ever received any amount of prejudice when it came to his coat. It did look rather expensive and quite mistakable as high society even. However, his somewhat dirty figure, scars, and personality typically shattered any of those beliefs. The stares hurt just a bit, but it wasn't anything he couldn't get over. "Ah! Good to see ya two," he waves over to Angus and Angel as they arrive, even attempting a wave to the still flying gryphon if he could even see it. Regardless, he continues to help quell the flame with fire magic the best he can.
Angel looks over to Maz again and stops a moment. Maybe she really shouldn't be out here. "No My Lord, you are not dead, and if you are going to be a dragon and join me in the skies, you are going to have to get used to it." she says blushing a bit. Though she looks over to the fires. She starts scrawling in the dirt with a claw some math magic a spell to pull air away from the fires, remove their sustanance. She hopes these combined efforts don't actually lead to a backlash however, keeping a careful eye out for such!
Mazurek's angry exclaimation finally does get a bit of a rise from the otherwise apathic crowd. They don't even murmur, just look up at the griffon with the equaivalent of what could be considered a collective shrug.
"Can't rightly say ah'm overly concerned with this one burnin' down," an old, hunched terrier says as he watches Angus and Angel work their collective air magic to get the fires under control. "T'was a bad 'un. If the fire ain't gonna spread, then I say we let it raze to the ground and take out all within it. And if th' owners were still inside...good riddance."
This sentiment is met by various noises of agreement from the crowd. "Blue Shells were runnin' an Ebon den in here. Downwind onna bad day, y' could smell the death-smoke comin' down the street. An act o' providence from the Creators, this was."
Mazurek pauses in his flight to hover within the light of some of the fires, which reflect off his dark body a bit, "So you're saying you couldn't rise up and toss them out for doing such a thing? Or ask for help with doing such?" The griffon is baffled, and his tone definitely shows it.
Angus smirks a little as he holds the spell. "Really now, and you didn't bother to wonder what would happen if you let it burn and it decided to spread to your own homes?" Clearly the fox was not in the mood to play nice with the crowd gathering around them, he was still trying to wake up as it is. "Angel, I still haven't even changed to my draconic form thank you....So, flying might be a long way away."
Dio wasn't quite sure what ebon was, but if it were being ran by a gang down in a den and producing awful smoke, it probably didn't bode well from the perspective of most modest citizens. "Blue Shells 're at it again, 're they? Can't say I approve o' whatever they were doin', but we ain't gonna let these fires spread more than they have to." The lion furthers his concentration with a small frown upon his muzzle. "'elp us stop the fires first, then we can talk about who's got what comin' to who an' all that. Then ya can break out the hammers 'n' what not."
