( closed ) the wild dogs cry out in the night

[periastron]

WHO: Alex, Cosima, Newt, Val.
WHAT: research nerd exploration mission
WHEN: mumbles vaguely
WHERE: Arbor Wilds (strictly non-plot relevant zones)
NOTES: giant nerds, giant spiders, giant disasters (also feel free to make your own starters and just have ridiculous backtagging fun)

"Respect nature." An old cliche, one she's sure they can handle. Some animals, yeah, potentially on the giant and dangerous side, but they're mostly sensible. Waterfalls and forests and ruins, all very cool, just gotta make sure you don't act stupid or take unnecessary risks, and there you go. Sorted.

It's not like this is a team of people with massive curiosity and poor impulse control, or anything.

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[periastron]

Alex climbs up another rock, bringing herself - with some considerable effort - up to the height of the bear's snout, gently laying a hand against its cheek for a moment. "Hey." Her voice is very quiet, very soft, and she starts to murmur to it in a language that might not be terribly familiar to the others, unless they're well versed in slightly clumsy Greek with a mangled accent. Asking the bear questions that it can't answer, offering it reassurances that it'll be okay.

And, realising the others are helping, and not digging their heels in at the insanity, she flashes a surprised, grateful smile. (These good, good nerds. She'll keep them forever.)

"See? We got you," she assures the bear, and— oddly, perhaps, it does seem a little calmer, though it's leaning its head against Alex slightly, and though she'd love to think its affection, exhaustion is the far more likely answer.

"Newt, uh— yeah, pain relief sounds amazing." Patting him on the back, as she hops down from talking to bear, and starts to crawl down to get a better look at the rock situation. And then, to Val and Cosima, "It looks like there's a couple big ones around one of the hind legs that are keeping him stuck. See, he can tug forward a little bit, and maybe that's what's bough more smaller stuff down, but there's something keeping him from moving forward."

Sorry guys for my own slowness! I just saw this tag now oops. >.>

[somethingwild]

Newt watches as Alex fearlessly brings herself up to the height of the bear's snout. Much as he would love to join her, he doesn't want to overwhelm or distract the poor creature; the bear is suffering enough already. He does, however, move closer, listening to the words Alex speaks to the bear. Greek, perhaps? He thinks he recognizes a phrase or two.

He, too, is glad when the others actually agree to help; he expected much more resistance, given his own past experiences, and he finds himself endeared to the whole lot of them for it. In these dark times in Thedas, it really does feel amazing to find such goodness and kindness in other people.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do," he nods to Alex, moving to the side of the creature, but trying to remain in its line of sight. Again, he doesn't want to distress the poor beast.

"It's alright," he assures him with a soft voice and as much of a gentle smile he can muster. "I'm going to try something for the pain, alright?"

In another moment, he has his wand out, and, in another, he utters the words for the Episkey spell. It's meant for minor injuries, but it should take the edge off of the bear's pain, at least, momentarily. Provided Thedas lets the magic work.

"How are you feeling?" He asks the bear a moment later. From what he can tell, it seems to have worked; the bear seems less tense; he seems to relax more. Hopefully, he accomplished something.

[youwonscience]

Cosima follows Val's lead, muttering "Damnit, I'm a microbiologist, not a physicist," a joke Alex might actually get if she were close enough to hear it. But when they find a likely specimen, she says to Val, "We're going to have to use something as a fulcrum, too. The arrangement might be tricky. With any luck, Newt will keep him from turning around and taking a swipe at us while we try to figure it out."

Oh my god, what are we doing, she does not say. Out loud.

[degenere]

"I detest a reliance on luck." Val, grumbling, is still Val, useful. He nods back the way that they have come, as he picks up one end of the large and solid branch. "There were plenty of rocks close to dear Woodsman's Death. We might use one of those, and save ourselves the work of hauling one back--but I suspect the larger part of our work will rely upon brute strength. And I detest, too, that we are having to labor over here, while over there, anything might be happening--motivation, I suppose--I am not motivated by rushing--"

The branch is solid enough that it does require some effort. He leads the way back from where they have come, trusting Cosima to carry her end of the branch. The pained noises of the great bear have changed in tone, which means that either Woodman's Death has become Alex-and-Newt-Death, or they have done something to assist the creature.

As they come around a swathe of underbrush, the scene is made clear. Newt, performing some magics. Alex, with her hand pressed to the bear's face. Riftes, Val thinks to himself, are very stupid and foolhardy. Bless them.

"A branch," he calls out, "as instructed! The larger rocks toward the back, did you say?"