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Angelo Sauper ([personal profile] cleansheets) wrote in [personal profile] spotsalone 2025-06-05 08:46 pm (UTC)

[ Gravity remains Angelo's enemy - when the floe shakes, he goes down instantly and for a moment, he's disoriented and tasting a mouthful of snow. That is by no means pleasant, but winds up being preferable to how he feels once he scrambles back upright and the situation registers with him properly. ]

Fuck.

[ He's only witnessed the Tuunbaq as a silent observer, spurning Hickey's sacrifice, yet he knows there is only one creature that would be making such an infernal noise in the lifelessness of the arctic. So much for just doing what it wants and being left alone, then.

Having gotten the curse out of his system, Angelo gives Hickey a quick nod and scrambles to his feet. He has his own pistol on him, as he always does, but most of them aren't presently armed. The box with their weaponry is by the tents - Angelo supposes they ought to count themselves lucky that it's out front, rather than entangled in the collapsed tent fabric. As he rushes over, he tries to familiarize himself with everybody's position... and he finds himself briefly tripping over an absence. One would expect a do-gooder like Goodsir to rush to Diggle's side at the first sign of injury, but there's still only Hoar and Hodgson attending to their cook. Goodsir is... Just where is that weasel?!

There's no time to go looking for him through the dissipating smoke. Angelo gets to the box and finds De Voeux already there, having just exited the still-standing tent. Though they are constantly at odds, they both decide within a split second that right now is the time to set their differences aside. Without a word, they fling open the chest together and grab the rifles contained within. Manson is approaching with an alarmed expression and Angelo instantly thrusts three weapons at him. ]


Get those to the marines! Quickly!!

[ Tozer has successfully rolled the stove off Daly, but the man has suffered burns to his body that appear to make standing up difficult. Angelo groans inwardly, but allows his eyes to drift upward and--

He barely has enough time to brace for the second impact as the Tuunbaq charges the ledge and jumps. It's a vengeance from above, and in a moment of useless repulsion, Angelo notes that it is more grey-stained than white. Then he has to cling to the box to be able to stay upright at all, as the floe shakes like a space cruiser when its side is hit by a beam. The Tuunbaq lands in the middle of their camp, which means it lands right in front of Daly, still laying where the stove had stood until a few moments prior. Angelo's eyes that were glued to it in horror are then torn away by a scream from his left side.

Where two people had crowded around the sprawled out Diggle, only one remains standing. Following Hodgson's outstretched arm with his eyes, Angelo finds their floe's corner has broken into small chunks of ice, floating in frantic waters. It takes a split second until he also makes out the source of that franticness - Hoar's arms, desperate for any kind of hold, trying to cling to chunks of frozen water far too small to support him.

Fuck. Again. ]


Leave him, Mr. Hodgson! It's too late!!

[ Even Angelo feels a little twist of his stomach at saying that when Hoar's hands, quickly turning blue, are still flailing to find any purchase at all, but they don't have time to try and help him. ]

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