RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Guardian, 9:45
WHERE: The hills north of Starkhaven
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, as well as the subsequent QUARANTINE period. All prompts are open to anyone.

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[reshapes]

"Look," says the grounded lion, though the wings on its back are hardening and extending now and it's strange, isn't it? How heavy they seem. "I'd love to stay and chat, but this is all a little warm for my tastes. You understa--ack."

He ducks out from under being struck by a large slab of stone thrown by one of the massive spirits rampaging in the near vicinity. It snaps in half as it impacts with the ground, a sizable portion spinning away to rest at his feet. With an annoyed click of the tongue, Bartimaeus closes his paws around it. And then, with a beat of those stone wings and against all odds, he carries it into the air.

There's a bizarre and unwelcome rubber bandy quality to all of it. With each small change, with each expulsion of energy, he can feel himself being drawn strangely apart by the sickly green thing growing in the lion's paw. All the more reason to get out of here quickly.

He hocks the rock at Anders (or, really, whoever happens to be convenient) from a few dozen feet up for good measure though.

[justice_is_blond]

And now he's having rocks flung at him? There's really just one thing Anders has to do.

"If you fly off, that mark you've got will get worse and cause immense pain, probably to the point of killing you." It's shouted, because the asshole's up in the air, but at least his obligation is taken care of. Which means Anders is whirling his staff around and sending part of the rock right back at the jerk with force magic. Not all of it, it had shattered on impact and he's also not best at flinging large things. He's a healer, not a brawler, for crying out loud.

"Now land and stop fighting before the next thing I send up is a fireball!" He really doesn't want to have a full-on fight with a Rifter, especially when there are still demons around. Some smaller variant of anger is raging off to Anders' left, kicking up its own small firestorm, and Anders wishes for not the first or last time that he could have had a peaceful life.

[reshapes]

The winged lion veers sharply in mid-air, elegantly weaving out of the path of the returned stone with a haughty, "Pah! I'd like to see you try."

Which is followed immediately by an arrow whizzing between his tufted ears from one of the less patient, and evidently less trusting Inquisition members not currently being ravaged by the other spirits on the ground. The (let's face it, mostly anonymous and one hundred percent a plot device as conceived by a particularly lazy writer) archer knocks and looses a second arrow in rapid succession.

In response, the lion snaps off a second explosive Detonation down toward the figures scrabbling around in the ruin. This one's weaker than the first, but still floods the area with a burst of fire and heat and splintered stone.