Bella flinched, coughing up some of the blood, her eyes sprang open and she sat up. A searing pain in her chest caused her to fall back down. She saw an angel- then it all came rushing back to her. Azriel, the fight. She looked around to see what happened and what she saw frightened her so much she screamed. So much blood.
Clare jumped when she heard the girls scream and quickly covered her mouth, " Hush, You'll bring even more people down here!" she said harshly in Craision before lowering her voice and speaking soothingly, "You're alright, just imagine it's wine spilled all over."
Arabella trembled and managed a feeble shake of her head to tell Clare that she understood. The sight of all the blood terrified her, but what took over her thoughts was that she failed to control a mere guard.
"Arabella…" Azriel trailed off before cursing softly in Fletan. She shook her head, wanting to comfort the girl, but not knowing the words to do so. With Iris still unconscious, Azriel had no way to communicate with the others.
Clare lowered her hand, "You did great, you're alive and you took down a few people." Clare said in Craision, Clare stood up and began to pace, they couldn't move with the Ice elf passed out, and Arabella couldn't move very well either, the Angel was also injured. It appeared out of the entire group she was the only one with out major damage. She had gained a few small cuts but over all she was fine. (Quick question do you think that by putting a person into her bag she could slip them into the 'pocket dimension'? )
(Well I suppose it would depend on if they could fit through the opening of the bag. It may be risky though like putting a rabbit in a sac while not knowing entirely if it's alright in there. Weird analogy but there you go)
(Clare wears the bag like a belt so the opening is as big as her waist all the way around)
(I don't see why not)
Bella slowly sat up and steadied herself. Was everyone ok? Where is Iris?
The Yrnan's eyelashes fluttered, her breaths shallowly increasing in pace. The rest of her body was still immobilized, yet Iris could hear and vaguely distinguish what was going on. Her arm throbbed while a liquid pooled around it. Dozens of other scraps littered across her body, seeping out cold blood. Minor gashes and wounds also caused her body to be in an inferno of pain, but Iris only focused on: Was Azriel okay? Were the rest okay? Where was her angel?
Azriel looked over at Iris covered in blood and panicked, shaking her shoulder. "Iris? Iris, wake up. Please, I need you to wake up," she pleaded quietly before collapsing into a coughing fit. She quickly recovered, and shook Iris's shoulder again. You're going to be fine. Come on, now, you have to be fine.
Bella had an idea. Could she force her to wake up with her mind control. She was weak but she had to try. She began to murmur words to attempt to wake up Iris. If her brain could here them, then her plan might work.
She was fine. Everything was alright. Her body sagged in relief, recognizing the angel's voice. Iris fought violently for her jaw to work. Finally, as if unlocking it, her mouth snapped open. "You're okay." The words were breathed out in a raspy, ragged whisper, filled to the brim with emotion. Her form slumped as she released herself into unconsciousness once more, a strange, vulnerable expression on her face.
"I'm ok," Azriel repeated softly, holding back another coughing fit. As okay as I can be, she thought to herself. On a sudden impulse, she reached over to take Iris's hand. She needed to have the contact to reassure her.
Her hand clutched at the warm hand in hers. She couldn't shake off the feeling… the righteousness of the action. A drowsy smile crept up her features, and her grip never loosened.
Azriel smiled softly, her breathing slowing. Her jaw was still clenched tight in pain, but she focused on Iris's hand in hers. At the moment, it was the only thing that seemed to make sense.
Clare began to formulate a plan in her mind, It would be a long shot, it may not work language barriers were going to be a problem, but if she could convince the angel it was safe they would have a chance at escaping alive. Clare slipped her bag off her waist and held it up for the other three girls to see, "This can hold anything that fits into the mouth of the bag," Clare put her Bo staff into it then back out to display and to help the Angel understand, "If we put the Elf, the Angel and Bella into the bag I can carry us out." She pointed to each person in turn miming the motion of herself caring the bag out to safety, "Once I'm out of where ever we are, I can let you guys back out of the bag." She gestured again acting out her plan, "If I can even get to a window and throw the bag out side, you guys could get out as long as one of you keeps a thumb or finger over the opening."
Azriel stared in confusion. Why did the girl want to put them in her bag? Surely, they couldn't all fit in it? And how had she put her entire staff in there? She wanted to say something, but, remembering that only Iris and Ahyin could communicate with her, simply stared blankly.
A while passes in confused miscommunication, Iris once again hearing everything. Sighing, she props herself up, eyes drooping. She lays her head on her angel's shoulder, seemingly unaware of the action, and translates. In Brachish, she mumbled, "I don't know what we'll do about the phoenix, though."
Momentarily freezing, Azriel looked over at Iris. "What are they talking about?" She asked in quiet frustration.
In her usual fashion, Iris translates: "The girl wants us to jump in that handy dandy bag… like… belt… it's supposedly a pocket to another dimension? I think? She says if we go in she can just walk us out, or we can utilize something to keep the pocket open - such as a thumb."
"Wha - okay, then," Azriel said in mild confusion. "Sounds like a plan?" She said uncertainly .
“lets get in a bag. And Iris, how you and Azriel feel about each other is painfully obvious.” Arabella slowly and painfully stood up and leaned against the wall, clutching her stomach.
Iris shrugs in a lopsided, drunken manner. The elf is quite clearly not herself, "A plan sounds does. Why are pretty so you?"
“Ok she needs help. Iris, have Azriel help you.” Bella has given up being subtle about shipping Iriel (or Azris).
Azriel looked at the elf with concern and confusion. "Wha - are you okay? Do you need water or something? Were you supposed to sleep longer than that? Ohmystars did you hit your head?"
Iris tilts her head, processing everything her angel said. "Never, maybe, yep, nope." She pauses, before continuing, "At least, me thinks so not."
Protectively the elf holds her angel. She's not in a great state of mind, but she knows that this angel is hers. "Are you okay?"
Clare shook her head quietly chuckling, "Something to note, before you go in, son't crush my crackers, don't eat my crackers and don't touch anything that looks dangerous or personal, also it's going to make you feel a bit disoriented at first, kinda like being on a boat." She opened her bag all the way, "Alright who is going first."
"Mhm," Azriel answered Iris, still frozen. " I, um, I think Arabella should go first." She said, tentatively putting an arm around Iris.
“Let’s go! My ship has set sail!” Bella quickly slid into the bag humming happily to herself.