dirk e. cresswell (gogoblins) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-08-05 20:57:00

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berkeley doge, bess fawcett, brier stebbins, corner conway, desmond riddock, dirk cresswell, earthquake, frank longbottom, group, jude wickham, marissa macfusty, ministry, phoebe smethwyck, sturgis podmore, tomas booth, venice vega, walden macnair, william jugson

MINISTRY OF MAGIC, EARTHQUAKE
Dirk loved his job, he did, but he loved Fridays even more. He still got to go in and work with the goblins (when they let him!), but he got to look forward to a nice quiet weekend of doing whatever he pleased. Lately it had been trying to get Derek to hang out with him, even though that usually just involved watching telly. It was something! Dirk was worried about his big cousin, especially now with the war getting so intense and--

He blinked curiously, as the shelves of his cubicle began to shake. Dirk's eyes twitched back and forth as he watched the pictures he had hanging drop to the floor, and the bust of Gorgak the Terrible started to inch forward and forward. And his desk was shaking, and now his chair, and Dirk was startled to his feet at the sound of someone screaming, "EARTHQUAKE!"

An earthquake! Oh hell, Dirk had just been thinking that some erumpents had escaped again! Earthquake! What was the first rule of an earthquake? These were NOT the things they taught you in Hogwarts! How was he supposed to survive an earthquake if he didn't have the proper training?! DEREK WOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO, THAT IS WHY DIRK WANTED TO REMAIN CLOSE TO HIM AND----

The bust of Gorgak the Terrible teetered off the shelf and smacked Dirk straight in the forehead, making him drop to the ground, and thankfully roll under his desk.

He really did love his job, he did.

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podmore
2009-08-06 06:15 am UTC (link)

Blooding fecking hell!

Sturgis had seen more action the last fifteen minutes than he cared to acknowledge. It had all started at the Order house. He and Thomas had popped over to check on the wards during their patrol, only to happen upon a Death Eater on the grounds near the house. The world around them had been disturbingly quiet and then they both saw it -- the howling funnel cloud lowering from the sky.

Even with their wands already out, they had difficulty getting off hexes and jinxes, blocking counter-spells, and attempting to cease the tornado all at once. If there hadn't been two of the two of them there -- well, Sturgis didn't care or have time to think on that one, right now. The barely had a chance to breathe, check wounds (which were minimal, thankfully), and send off patronuses to the rest of the Order when the messengers had come flying at them at a rapid fire pace. It was then that they knew this attack was bigger than just one Death Eater.

As the messages flashed through them, one voice in particular stuck out to Sturgis. He heard Marissa and she sounded shaky -- this was not a girl who got shaky. After trading a quick game-plan with Thomas (they were spliting up to protect Order members and get them to the house), he was apparating back to the Ministry and that's when things really went awry.

Sturgis popped in on mass chaos and panic in the lobby. The lifts weren't working. People were rushing to the floos where crowds were forming along with fights. The weather was all wonky -- it was snowing in the lobby, there were face-beating gusts of wind in the stairwell -- and there were a few creatures running about. He fought his way against the people on the stairwell to get to Marissa's floor and made a mad dash for the committee office.

The office was one giant mess. Everything was pitched and overturned like a giant had used the place for a playroom. "Marissa?," Sturgis shouted as he started to search for her among the desks and debris.

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marridgeback
2009-08-06 06:19 am UTC (link)

"Desk!" Came the somewhat distant voice. She'd been saving most of her will for when someone was coming - and Sturgis had said he was coming - so she attempted to push herself up from the rubble underneath the desk. It was harder than you'd think with only your non-casting hand (Merlin's fuck it was hard to cast a successful patronus that could travel at all), honestly.

She furrowed her brows and coughed to clear her lungs, glad that she'd had to speak through clouds of smoke and brimstone before, "UNDER THE DESK!" Marissa pointedly avoided looking down at her hand and tried to focus on staying awake.

She wasn't sure how much blood she'd lost - she'd pulled off her blouse to wrap her bloody stump in and that at least had kept her from passing out. Passing out before help would be bad, right?

Hopefully Sturgis would find her soon, because she wasn't in the mood for testing whether it really would be a bad thing or not.

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podmore
2009-08-06 12:55 pm UTC (link)

Sturgis's head snapped up when he heard her first call and started moving toward the noise. He had his wand out, in case he needed for whatever dire circumstance. She wasn't immediately standing so she had to be pinned to the floor or injured badly.

He saw some movement and darted toward her. Sturgis was stunned by the sight of her. She was no longer wearing a shirt -- it was wrapped around a profusely bleeding wound on her hand. At least, he thought that was her hand, but by the way it was wrapped...

His expression became stern. "What happened?" Sturgis asked in a concerned rush, putting away his wand and kneeling to her. She looked weak. He full-well intended to scoop her up and apparate straight to St. Mungo's. "I'm going to pick you up, all right? We have to get you out of here."

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marridgeback
2009-08-07 02:08 am UTC (link)

"Let's just say," and she grimaced as he moved toward her and knelt, "that you're going to have to stick to high-fiving my left hand from now on." When she swooned toward him, she leaned forward just enough to drop her forehead onto his shoulder and then let out a shaky sigh.

"No arguments from me." She liked being picked up by big strong men on the best of days ... she definitely wasn't going to complain about it today.

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podmore
2009-08-12 12:16 pm UTC (link)

With her left hand? Oh, Gods.

Sturgis wrapped her in a strong, comforting embrace. As he stood, he easily pulled her up with him. He shifted so all her weight was pressing into his shoulder as he dipped to hook an arm behind her knees and lift. The motion folded up Marissa. Sturgis shifted to have a better hold on her for disapparating.

The blood soaked shirt was startling to see and she was somehow paler than normal. The fact that she was half-naked and pressed up against him didn't even register with his mind. He held her as close as he could manage and he grimaced when he heard her shaky breathing.

"Put an arm around me and we'll go," Sturgis told her. "Mungo's was hit, too, but they're still taking people in. We'll go there."

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marridgeback
2009-08-12 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Yeah, when a ginger like Marissa looked pale you knew that things were pretty bleak. She'd always liked how well she fit in Sturgis' large arms (any man's large arms, really, it made her feel safe -- even though she'd never admit it) and now it was more comforting than she could say.

She nodded weakly and curled her mostly-uninjured arm around his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder and trying to concentrate on what he was saying. Oh, Merlin's rotten fucking right testicle ... St. Mungo's had been hit too?

As long as they were taking patients she supposed that it would be all right, but it was still a shock to hear. How far had all of this gotten? Next he'd be telling her that Scotland had plummetted into the water or something ridiculous like that.

"Mungo's, right." That was ... probably a really good idea, she thought fuzzily as her eyes began to slip shut. She was so ... tired.

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