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[Backdated 8/25 - mini-GP open to team demilich or by request] is anyone dead?

Coming back to consciousness hurt, significantly more than Loki remembered hurting in recent memory. There didn't seem to be a single part of his body that wasn't in some kind of pain, and on top of that he became aware, very quickly, of an odd whistling emptiness that said too much magic. He couldn't even have called one of his knives.

All of that being the case, he didn't move. If the fight was still going on, he intended to stay down. For a little while. Until he had something to act with or on. Or until he legitimately passed out again; that seemed horribly likely, with the way his head was swimming and the warm-wet of blood flowing out instead of staying in.

The desert was essentially silent, though, for the definition of 'silence' that included the sounds of wind and ordinary movement. Footsteps. Voices.

He wasn't dead, then. Was anyone else?

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Clarice took longer than normal to make her way over to Loki but he looked about how she felt. "I'm a crap doctor except in field medicine but I can help if you need it. Or take notes on what you want for your wake. I'm going with free flowing alcohol and party for mine." There was tired humor in her voice.

"It's not as bad as it looks. Thank you." It looked horrendous, quite possibly it was merely terrible. Loki managed to maneuver himself into sitting up without vomiting, which argued for a less severe concussion than it could have been. "Is there another kind of wake besides booze and party?"

Clarice was tired. That was the understatement of the century. After checking on a few of her fellow fighters, she managed to make it to a nearby tree and just slumped against its sturdy back to rest. She just needed to catch her breath or sleep for a week, either would work.

After resting and a little (okay a lot) of help getting to the Inn, Clarice crashed on the couch in the lobby. She was just going to rest. God she felt like she was eighty and needed to rest after walking a bit. Maybe she'd invest in a wheeled walker and make her way around the inn. That was just a smart ass thought but one that sadly was a bit appealing at the moment.

"Good point and since there's not a lot of memories to talk about, so any wake at the inn will be pretty much an excuse to party." Clarice took the opportunity to sit, though it might have looked less like sitting and more like plopping.

He’d have moved to give her more or better space, but that was not happening for at least a few minutes. Both their bodies would just have to stay where they fell. “I do have one request, should I happen to die. At my wake, someone needs to stab my brother. He’d appreciate it.”

"You got it. Anyone in particular or will I do?" Clarice said with a hint of a smile still in her voice. She liked Thor, she wouldn't actually stab him.

She moved her legs, pleased that she could, and crossed them "Indian" style in front of her to get more comfortable.

"You'll do." Of course she wouldn't, but she was willing to play along with the last wishes of someone who wasn't actually dying, and that earned her some points.

Some more points. "Your portals are very impressive, by the way."

"Thanks. It was kind of fun to watch Thor play ping pong with that skull through them." It was something that she'd never done before but it was something she would definitely do again - well with Carlo's barrier or maybe the side of a building next time. If there was a next time.

"You did some pretty kick ass magical mojo yourself." Not that Clarice knew what it was he'd done except save her ass a few times.

"Virtually nothing in my actual wheelhouse." Loki gestured with his right hand (his left hung dislocated and useless at his side), then winced as the muscles pulled over broken ribs. "The damned thing saw through my illusions, so I had to get creative."

Clarice looks tired.

Thor makes note of that when he sits down in a chair across from her couch. He plans on waiting around until she wakes up, but he realizes once he's settled that she is actually awake.

Thor leans forward, arms folded over his knees and smiles despite it all.

"How are you holding up?"

"The best battle tactics usually do get pulled out of the ass when you need it." Clarice said, "and you did a good job of improvising. I bet you've done it before."

"You've met my brother. How well do you think my plans survive around him?" Not well, though it had to be said that it wasn't (just) because Thor was bad at plans. He was bad at Loki's plans specifically; they were generally too different.

"Just peachy." Her lips curved upward but she didn't move from her spot. Clarice's head turned so that she could see Thor though. "Looks like you had fun."

She did, too but she was too tired to share the smile.

"Fun is probably too strong of a word," he says. His smile dims a little, but it's still there.

"Have you seen a healer yet?"

"I just figured you'd know they'd go to hell and plan accordingly." She was able to let a smile slide across her lips. "Thor seems to inspire plan W and plan Z."

"Don't really need one. Just need to rest. The portals sucked my energy dry." Clarice settled back against the cushions. "If there was something really wrong with me, my portals would open all over the place and do serious damage."

She let her gaze roam over him, "you get healed?" Clarice knew that injuries didn't always show on the outside.

"I'm self-healing," Thor says, giving a his bicep several healthy claps, as if to demonstrate his hardiness. "I was once hit by the full strength of a neutron star, and yet, here I am, alive and well."

Thor keeps on smiling.

Loki offered a tired return smile. "Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can stop at K." Sometimes he could predict the exact way Thor would jink before he actually did. But not often, lately.

Butters was going to kill him.

He specifically said that one day he wouldn't heal up if he kept reinjuring himself, but Carlos couldn't help himself. At least this time there was somewhat less broken bones at least, though tell that to his poor, aching back that took the brunt of the damage from the flying shit.

It took him a lot of help to get him to the Inn, and a lot of healing on the way. Without the Wardens and their access to healing, he'd been worried, but thankfully the Inn was chock full of healers who were willing to help. It would take him a while, but he would get back to full strength. In the meantime, he was slumped in the lobby, three pizzas in front of him (all for him, he needed to rebuild his strength), idly watching the world go by until he got the strength to go up to his room and recover.

Carlos had woke up in absolute agony, but seemingly alive, and they had won the fight. Go figure. He'd not had much hope when his barrier went boom, but he'd take everything as a bonus.

After a moment or two to get his bearings, he dragged himself up using his staff as a crutch, trying to see if his comrades-in-arms had also survived. Seeing Loki, he struggled over there, letting himself drop to the ground beside him with a small whimper of pain. He was manly enough to own the fact everything fucking hurt.

“Sounds about right,” Loki managed. The whimper spoke for them both, if not perhaps the whole group. “Sorry. Shields went down when I did.”

Clarice blinked in surprise at that. "Okay was that exaggerated make a point bullshit or were you really hit with a neutron star?"

"You get a gold star for that." Clarice said with humor and then dropped her head forward on a sigh.

"When we get back to the Inn and after I've slept for about a month, I'm treating everyone to a we survived this shit alcohol blowout party, because we all deserve one."

Her lips curved, "maybe make a skull pinata so we can hit it again and again."

"I know, that all happened," Thor says, good-naturedly. "The forge at Nidavellir needed to be lit again in order for us to forge Stormbreaker, but the iris broke and I had to hold it open. It's the closest I've come to dying in almost a decade, so whatever that thing out there was --"

Thor gestures vaguely to the outside, then sinks to the back of the couch.

"-- compared to that, it was nothing," he says, with considerable less bravado.

"How are you holding up?"

Thor asks the question as soon as he catches sight of Carlos, then changes destinations; he was clearly headed up to his room until he saw Carlos slumped in the lobby. Without asking, he sits down in a chair across from him and tries his best to look less interested in the pizza than he actually is.

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