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xp_logsBackdated to Friday 17th September, around noonish.
Monet and Laurie work together to save a Moose from the fires.
Adult warning for use of the C-word.
Laurie brushed loose strands of her hair back from her face, sweat already beading along her forehead and across her back from the heat of the fires a distance away. She could feel the wind picking up again, pushing the strands back into her face but that wasn't what she needed to concentrate on now. She was watching Monet a few metres away, trying to get close to a Moose who appeared to have gotten stuck on his headlong flight out of the forest. He was thrasing, the wicked looking horns on his head caught between two closely packed trees.
She was going to need to go around if she wanted her powers to calm the animal at all. As it was her pheromones were being blown in the opposite direction by the wind. It meant getting in line with the fire, however, and it had been unpredictable enough so far as to have caught even firefighters off guard. It was that or leave the poor animal to burn to death, and so it wasn't much of a choice at all.
"Get ready to pull him out," she called to Monet, trudging uphill toward the far side of the trees.
The heat barely bothered Monet and neither did the flames but there was something surreal about an environment that, 90% of the time, was so determinedly wet and green as to look fake being on fire.
"I am," she called, stepping closer to the moose, and wrapping her hands around one tree branch. The trees were small enough that the easiest option was breaking the branches off and then prying the fucking moose out. She watched Laurie move, one eye on the fire front and the sparks and spot fires drifting ahead of the flames.
Laurie didn't answer, too busy now that she'd gotten downwind of the moose, she calmed her nerves briefly, shutting out the sounds around her as she concentrated on her own breathing and what she needed from her powers. She was much better these days at manipulating her special abilities then she had been, but it still required a certain amount of concentration to get a result when it wasn't close to her own emotions.
Trying to remain calm and focussed when a rather large and extremely destructive force of nature was move erratically behind you was an effort of considerable strength. She managed it however, and the smile that touched the corners of her mouth as she saw the violet tinge start to take shape on her skin was prideful.
"Good work," Monet called softly as the moose stopped struggling quite so much, making it easier to break the branches off and free him. That done, she caught hold of him and said, quietly, "I'm going to fly him out. He's calmer but I think he needs to be moved out of here. I'll come back and get you?"
"I'll move upwind and further away from the fire, just track me with the app on our phones once you're done," Laurie noted, walking quickly toward where Monet stood and pressing a hand against the Moose's neck. Her powers didn't stay long in any biological system once she stopped using them but things like sleep were a natural function, and the brain tended to keep hold of the state far longer then other less peaceful effects she could produce. "I'm putting him into a full sleep, it should keep him quiet till you can get him somewhere safe."
"Thanks, gorgeous. I don't really want to drop him..." With that, Monet ducked underneath the moose, setting her shoulder under his stomach and wrapping her arms as far around him as she could reach. He wobbled but didn't fall. "Nrgh. Fucker is awkward to balance."
"Probably the antlers, and the fact that he's a dead weight," Laurie observered, reaching out to help the other woman adjust to Moose over her shoulder. "Need me to strap him down?"
"Yeah. Grab the rope over there, will you?" Monet carefully put it down again, catching it as it started to collapse and holding it up enough to give Laurie space to wrap a few loops of rope around its waist.
Laurie pulled the rope from the packs they'd dropped only a few feet away, currently upwind of the blaze, but she knew you couldn't count on anything with a fire front this large. Big fires tended to create their own winds, and what seemed like a safe spot could very quickly turn into a very unsafe spot indeed.
She moved back to the Moose and started tying knots in the rope to form a harness, she'd realised that it was going to be the most efficient way of carrying the animal, and they had enough rope for it.
"I'm making it a harness, that way you just have to hold onto the end of the rope and pull him out, no awkward maneuvering needed. Well, except to get the poor beast into the harness anyhow, hold his head for me, would you?"
Monet nodded, one eye still on the flames and steadied his head. The wind was picking up and she didn't like the way the spot fires were jumping the fire breaks further down the hill. She said, half bent over under the damn moose, "I reckon I can manage you as well, if you ride piggy back with the harness. I won't have my hands free, though unless I drop him, so you'll have to hold on."
Laurie glanced in the direction Monet was looking and said several bad words, some in French and some in what sounded vaguely Gaelic. She finished getting the harness secured around the Moose and then ran for their packs, tying them down to the harness with quick efficiency. She wondered if this was the weirdest thing she'd ever done in her life, and after a moment of thought, decided it was up there.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road then," she murmured, boosting herself up onto the sleeping Moose's back and then sitting astride, hands gripped tightly to the ropes. "Don't do any barrel rolls, and don't tell my Mother what I just said."
"It's so cute the way you only swear in other languages," Monet said, wrapping the ropes around her hands and slowly lifting off, grunting slightly at the weight. "I'm not gonna do anything fancy - it's too hard with the way the wind is. I'm just gonna keep it nice and low and safe." The moose was swinging alarmingly below her at this point.
"I like that plan, if that plan was human and male I would marry it and have it's babies, I like it so much," Laurie noted, pushing her hands under the ropes to get a better hold. There wasn't really anything she could do at this point to help, and besides that, she hated heights. "And swearing in foreign languages is much politer then swearing in a language other people can understand...Mostly though, it just sounds cooler."
"I love the way you think that, instead of realising that you just sound like a wanker. It's cute." They were probably almost far enough away to land and let the poor thing go. Which would be nice, really. "Jesus, I had no idea moose were so heavy. Fucking Canada. Fucking stupid oversized giant smelly cow things."
"You know, for a moment there I thought you might actually be a genuinely nice person, and then you opened your mouth again," Laurie noted with a roll of her eyes. "There's a good spot just to your left, we should be able to set him down there."
"Whatever. It's not like I actually care what you think or anything." Monet landed gratefully, the moose sort of toppling over onto one side. "Whoops."
Laurie had managed to disentangle herself and half jump-half roll from the moose before it fell and she glared up at Monet from her now prone position. "Whoops? You could have crushed me! It's a moose, not a damned kitten."
She pushed her way to her feet and moved to untie the ropes around the animal, decidedly ignoring her companion as she worked. She needed to get everything untangled and then re-enervate the beast before they could go back to evacuating other creatures and people.
"How the fuck was I meant to know it was going to fall left? I do evasive flying drills, not carrying giant cunts of mooses drills." Monet set to work as well, and the moose was soon free. She coiled her ropes and tucked them back into her pack, slipping it onto her shoulders. "Wanna do your thing to the thing?"
"I can't believe you just used that word," Laurie said, bending down to make sure that the Moose hadn't been hurt by his fall. She wasn't an animal doctor though, and so couldn't really tell much beyond he looked okay outwardly. She placed a gentle hand on one large shoulder and pushed slightly with her powers, waking the animal before she danced back out of the way. "Any time you want to get us out of here, so that I don't get attacked by angry Moose, that would be good."
"Will do." Monet picked up Laurie's packs, too, clipping the dork strap in the chest to her own packs (flying packs - they came complete with dork and hip straps. Yay!) before wrapping her arms around Laurie and lifting off.
Monet and Laurie work together to save a Moose from the fires.
Adult warning for use of the C-word.
Laurie brushed loose strands of her hair back from her face, sweat already beading along her forehead and across her back from the heat of the fires a distance away. She could feel the wind picking up again, pushing the strands back into her face but that wasn't what she needed to concentrate on now. She was watching Monet a few metres away, trying to get close to a Moose who appeared to have gotten stuck on his headlong flight out of the forest. He was thrasing, the wicked looking horns on his head caught between two closely packed trees.
She was going to need to go around if she wanted her powers to calm the animal at all. As it was her pheromones were being blown in the opposite direction by the wind. It meant getting in line with the fire, however, and it had been unpredictable enough so far as to have caught even firefighters off guard. It was that or leave the poor animal to burn to death, and so it wasn't much of a choice at all.
"Get ready to pull him out," she called to Monet, trudging uphill toward the far side of the trees.
The heat barely bothered Monet and neither did the flames but there was something surreal about an environment that, 90% of the time, was so determinedly wet and green as to look fake being on fire.
"I am," she called, stepping closer to the moose, and wrapping her hands around one tree branch. The trees were small enough that the easiest option was breaking the branches off and then prying the fucking moose out. She watched Laurie move, one eye on the fire front and the sparks and spot fires drifting ahead of the flames.
Laurie didn't answer, too busy now that she'd gotten downwind of the moose, she calmed her nerves briefly, shutting out the sounds around her as she concentrated on her own breathing and what she needed from her powers. She was much better these days at manipulating her special abilities then she had been, but it still required a certain amount of concentration to get a result when it wasn't close to her own emotions.
Trying to remain calm and focussed when a rather large and extremely destructive force of nature was move erratically behind you was an effort of considerable strength. She managed it however, and the smile that touched the corners of her mouth as she saw the violet tinge start to take shape on her skin was prideful.
"Good work," Monet called softly as the moose stopped struggling quite so much, making it easier to break the branches off and free him. That done, she caught hold of him and said, quietly, "I'm going to fly him out. He's calmer but I think he needs to be moved out of here. I'll come back and get you?"
"I'll move upwind and further away from the fire, just track me with the app on our phones once you're done," Laurie noted, walking quickly toward where Monet stood and pressing a hand against the Moose's neck. Her powers didn't stay long in any biological system once she stopped using them but things like sleep were a natural function, and the brain tended to keep hold of the state far longer then other less peaceful effects she could produce. "I'm putting him into a full sleep, it should keep him quiet till you can get him somewhere safe."
"Thanks, gorgeous. I don't really want to drop him..." With that, Monet ducked underneath the moose, setting her shoulder under his stomach and wrapping her arms as far around him as she could reach. He wobbled but didn't fall. "Nrgh. Fucker is awkward to balance."
"Probably the antlers, and the fact that he's a dead weight," Laurie observered, reaching out to help the other woman adjust to Moose over her shoulder. "Need me to strap him down?"
"Yeah. Grab the rope over there, will you?" Monet carefully put it down again, catching it as it started to collapse and holding it up enough to give Laurie space to wrap a few loops of rope around its waist.
Laurie pulled the rope from the packs they'd dropped only a few feet away, currently upwind of the blaze, but she knew you couldn't count on anything with a fire front this large. Big fires tended to create their own winds, and what seemed like a safe spot could very quickly turn into a very unsafe spot indeed.
She moved back to the Moose and started tying knots in the rope to form a harness, she'd realised that it was going to be the most efficient way of carrying the animal, and they had enough rope for it.
"I'm making it a harness, that way you just have to hold onto the end of the rope and pull him out, no awkward maneuvering needed. Well, except to get the poor beast into the harness anyhow, hold his head for me, would you?"
Monet nodded, one eye still on the flames and steadied his head. The wind was picking up and she didn't like the way the spot fires were jumping the fire breaks further down the hill. She said, half bent over under the damn moose, "I reckon I can manage you as well, if you ride piggy back with the harness. I won't have my hands free, though unless I drop him, so you'll have to hold on."
Laurie glanced in the direction Monet was looking and said several bad words, some in French and some in what sounded vaguely Gaelic. She finished getting the harness secured around the Moose and then ran for their packs, tying them down to the harness with quick efficiency. She wondered if this was the weirdest thing she'd ever done in her life, and after a moment of thought, decided it was up there.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road then," she murmured, boosting herself up onto the sleeping Moose's back and then sitting astride, hands gripped tightly to the ropes. "Don't do any barrel rolls, and don't tell my Mother what I just said."
"It's so cute the way you only swear in other languages," Monet said, wrapping the ropes around her hands and slowly lifting off, grunting slightly at the weight. "I'm not gonna do anything fancy - it's too hard with the way the wind is. I'm just gonna keep it nice and low and safe." The moose was swinging alarmingly below her at this point.
"I like that plan, if that plan was human and male I would marry it and have it's babies, I like it so much," Laurie noted, pushing her hands under the ropes to get a better hold. There wasn't really anything she could do at this point to help, and besides that, she hated heights. "And swearing in foreign languages is much politer then swearing in a language other people can understand...Mostly though, it just sounds cooler."
"I love the way you think that, instead of realising that you just sound like a wanker. It's cute." They were probably almost far enough away to land and let the poor thing go. Which would be nice, really. "Jesus, I had no idea moose were so heavy. Fucking Canada. Fucking stupid oversized giant smelly cow things."
"You know, for a moment there I thought you might actually be a genuinely nice person, and then you opened your mouth again," Laurie noted with a roll of her eyes. "There's a good spot just to your left, we should be able to set him down there."
"Whatever. It's not like I actually care what you think or anything." Monet landed gratefully, the moose sort of toppling over onto one side. "Whoops."
Laurie had managed to disentangle herself and half jump-half roll from the moose before it fell and she glared up at Monet from her now prone position. "Whoops? You could have crushed me! It's a moose, not a damned kitten."
She pushed her way to her feet and moved to untie the ropes around the animal, decidedly ignoring her companion as she worked. She needed to get everything untangled and then re-enervate the beast before they could go back to evacuating other creatures and people.
"How the fuck was I meant to know it was going to fall left? I do evasive flying drills, not carrying giant cunts of mooses drills." Monet set to work as well, and the moose was soon free. She coiled her ropes and tucked them back into her pack, slipping it onto her shoulders. "Wanna do your thing to the thing?"
"I can't believe you just used that word," Laurie said, bending down to make sure that the Moose hadn't been hurt by his fall. She wasn't an animal doctor though, and so couldn't really tell much beyond he looked okay outwardly. She placed a gentle hand on one large shoulder and pushed slightly with her powers, waking the animal before she danced back out of the way. "Any time you want to get us out of here, so that I don't get attacked by angry Moose, that would be good."
"Will do." Monet picked up Laurie's packs, too, clipping the dork strap in the chest to her own packs (flying packs - they came complete with dork and hip straps. Yay!) before wrapping her arms around Laurie and lifting off.
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