Droping off supplies, and yourself

(OOC: Sorry I hadn't posted in a while. I couldn't think of anything to write)

IC:
"Right," Fautal said and nodded towards them. He went over the plane and seeing that the only way in was too dangerous he uttered a spell and blasted a way in. He made sure that he didn't use a spell that involved fire as to not ignite the jet fuel. He went inside carefully and he made sure to watch where his tail flame went. Another precaution to not ignite fuel. He went further in, past the now ruined cargo hold, to near the front and the passenger area. He kept rummaging through the wreckage to find something to cover Meta so he'd survive in the cold temperature. At least long enought to make it back the the excavation site so they could get them out of there. After searching for 10 minutes and finding nothing useful, he went out and said to Rloa, "Was there anything in the cargo you had that could be of use? I couldn't find anything to cover Meta up"

 

OOC: No way my muse is, just my judgment is.

IC: Meta, still as he could be meditated during the time the able Arden searched the desolating air plane, froze without knowledge opening his eyes after hearing mumbling of voices and saw just a blur; his freezing condition was worsening.

IÂ’m dieing Meta tried to say, but his body would not obey his will. well look to the bright side theyÂ’ll know nothing about my changing condition he thought.

 

After talking with Rloa Fautal noticed that Meta started to shiver a lot and his breathing was ragged. "Crap," Fautal said. Meta was going through hypothermia, he needed to do something soon or else Meta would die out here.. He hurried over to Meta and gave him his coat to keep him warm. Fautal was sweating in the thing any way. Fautal, "We need to get going soon," he said to Rloa, "If we are lucky we can make it back to my camp in a couple of hours. Can you run?"

 

"I can simply carry him on my back. And no," Fautal said," we aren't running on all fours. If we head in a southwestern direction, near my tracks, we can make it back. When we get there we can call someone in to retrieve your plane and to get this guy medical help." Fautal picked up Meta on his back and carried him piggy-back style. "Are you ready?"

 

Meta still hearing mumbling and was lifted onto what he thought was the able Ardens back. <span style='color:gray'> not good </span> He thought and all he managed to get out of his mouth was a big groan.

 

"Right," Fautal nodded. He started to run southwest towards his camp. While he ran he had to be sure to check on Meta to see if he was stable. Though he was running and giving off heat, the cold air chilled him to the bone. It wouldn't be enough to give him hypothermia, but it was enough to make the ordeal miserable. While he was running he was curious about the plane crash, "So what happened to make your plane go out of control?"

 

OOC: blue have ye ran out of muse to answer that?
IC:
with the cold wind blowing in his face, Meta was fliping though his mind what negitive stuff will happen then heard a faint question "So what happened to make your plane go out of control?" a groan was Meta's repliy and waited for the blue pendragons repliy.

then it hit him; <span style='color:gray'>With my wings broken, Fronima is leaking... great an energy outburst is near!</span> he thought with a worried look on his face

 

"Really," Fautal said. "Your plane picked the wort place to break up. This poor fellow might not make it, and I don't know if you are going to have any frostbite." He kept on running towards his camp. The minutes felt like hours to him because he was constantly worried about his companions.

 

OOC: good point.

IC:
Really," the able Arden said in a blurry voice. <span style='color:gray'>Great it's getting worse! ... Ok letÂ’s calm down and improvise. thereÂ’s scrolls in my pocket: Energy blast, stigma regen and flare... ohhhh I can't think!</span> he thought <span style='color:gray'>IÂ’m more worried about the blue pendragon his been standing and running in the snow thereÂ’s defiantly gona be more than a broken arm soon.</span>

 

"About one more hour. Don't give up, just keep running!" Fautal said. He felt that was such a lame thing to say, but it was true. If you had the determination you'd be alright. You wouldn't give up on life.

OOC: By the way, thge heat from Fautal is warming up Meta.

 

OOC: I believe it'll just slow down the great chill of snow.

IC: there was no way he gonna give up on such a journey, anyway his family will be a disgrace if there was any more of his family left in the world; just because of a mission <span style='color:gray'>ow</span> Meta thought when a snow ball hit his muzzle.

 

"He will, don't worry. I can see the site now," Fautal said as they just got to the top of a large hill. He kept on running and hoped that it wasn't too late for the arden that he was carrying.

 

OOC: sorry i didn't thought it was my turn. +_=

IC:

<span style='color:gray'>Hey i feel all weird now</span> metarist thought looking at the small building <span style='color:gray'>Sleepy time </span>his inner child said. <span style='color:gray'>ohh no we don't</span> Meta replied to himself. <span style='color:gray'>it's just geting started</span>.