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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 27, 2009 14:02:44 GMT -7
Zane rolled up slowly from where he'd landed on the ground and tried to focus himself again.
"Feel like I just got nailed while I was getting my fingers on a wobbly pass," he answered honestly. He was covered in paint now. "Have to be honest, the deer don't make a habit of shooting back. I think I'm going to need to work on that part."
The fact that his depth perception and timing was crap went without saying. At least if
Sven had been watching.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 27, 2009 14:50:51 GMT -7
"We like to give our deer a sporting chance here." He smiled then bent to offer Zane a hand up. "Steel toed hooves and all." Pulling Zane up he waved a free hand infront of his face. "So....do you wear glasses Zane?" He wanted to make sure he wasnt missing something important here.
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 27, 2009 14:59:16 GMT -7
Zane blinked and shook it off.
"No, but maybe after three days without sleep, I'm gonna need to. So, now, do you want me to run that again?"
He decided if that was happening, he was going to scrap the coordinates and navigate by sight. He could suss out where he was meant to end up, at least.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 27, 2009 19:49:56 GMT -7
"No, your going to need to save what energy you have left. Making you re run the course, though it could prove you were paying attention, it'd just be plain mean." He laughed. "Im tough, not an asshole." He patted Zane on the back. "Go ahead and dodge the pads."
Feeling something sting the center of his chest Svens eyes narrowed as he saw a splot of blue paimt. He clicked his com over. "I hope you know thats going to be your ass."
"It was the fun way to get your attention....now look southwest Mage..."
Turning around Sven cursed in his native tongue as black smoke filled the sky. "It's still your ass, Take Mateo and get your butts down here pronto we dont have time to out run this and I want you both here Asap so we can figure something out."
Glancing over to Zane now he keot his gaze focused. "Where are your rangers? We need to make sure they dont pet the Moose." He huffed about doing something stupid.
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 27, 2009 19:59:44 GMT -7
Zane held his hand up to Sven for a few moments, reading the smoke and the terrain. It was definitely fire and the wind would drive it toward them, they were fairly high on the peak, nowhere to go but up, and up was fire's fastest direction of travel. Zane whistled loudly, calling the Canadians to join them. He glanced at Sven for a moment and then took over before anyone else reached them.
"Is there anything here powered by batteries, or fuel?" They needed to know what could explode. It would have to be placed carefully and they would have very little time. Zane already had a plan, but no one was going to like it.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 27, 2009 21:22:20 GMT -7
Sven was rumidging threw his pack already, his flash light, GPS, and a few other small gadgets he had to take out. His cell with the blue tooth though he kept with him. "The kids will have to empty their packs too." It was a good thing he didnt travel with anything overly important.
"Markese, Mateo, this is Zane. Zane, meet my pain in the ass and his slightly less irritaiting brother in law." He gave a hard roll of his eyes, swatted Markese in the back of the head then pointed at the ground. "If it can go BOOM ditch it." Neither man hesitaited.
"Alright Zane, you seem to have a plan, whats churning in the back of your mind?"
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 27, 2009 22:12:13 GMT -7
Zane had already pulled the insulated silver shelter from his pack as the Canadian rangers crested the hill and he held it up for them to see as well.
"This is more of a Hail Mary than a plan. Get your comms out of your ears. Anything you need to save, keep it on your person." As he spoke he was tucking his own ear piece into his shirt pocket, and dropping his first aid pouch into the silvery sack. "Anything that might detonate, chuck behind that rock. It'll be our blast shield. Line your packs along the base of the cliff wall, they might come out okay. These fire shelters can be a cozy nest for two, but you have to hold them closed."
He glanced at the rangers, Nate and Jeff, they had said their names were. It was pretty clear that they had not ever used their shelters outside of the required training at the start of each season. "Go go go," he said to the Canadians as he coaxed Sven to step in to his own shelter so he could pull it up like a sleeping bag on the standing man.
"Markese, when Nate gets down on the ground, crawl in under him. Mateo, you do the same with Jeff. Man on top holds it closed like your lives depends upon it," because they do. "Don't open it no matter what you hear until I tell you it's over." This was about to get terrifying but the rangers and Sven's men seemed to be doing as they were told. Zane was looking over their preparations as the two sacks were drawn down over the four men, swallowing them into the earth. If Nate and Jeff wanted to tell their space mates the morbid fire eater name for the shelters, he would let them do it privately as they hunkered down under the raging firestorm.
"Okay, Sven, kneel down gently and do a press up, I'm crawling in under you." He could hear the fire coming up the hill, it was coming fast--faster than he would like to think about.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 27, 2009 23:05:25 GMT -7
Unlike the runt Mateo, Sven was observing the situation. He seemed to take everything that was happening in stride. He wasnt even too upset Zane seemed to be taking over. Clearly the man had a plan and seeing as he was out of one for the unexpected fire why not? "You used to these kind of things?" His lip curved upward in a tiny smile.
When the plan was finally said out loud though Svens face falterd. "Your shitting me..." He shook his head at Mateo that ducked for cover in the bag with the other man and got a sneaking position he was crying his eyes out. Markese looked at him questioningly first and did as told after he'd nodded. Still...
"You've got to be shitting me...." He repeated then growled like a bear as people started zippering him up. "I got it!" He snapped then swallowed hard as he tried to imagine being stuck in closed off bag. It couldnt get any worse.
"YOUR GOING TO WHAT?!" He stood corrected. There wasnt time to doddle so he he went into a push up but he was bitching and studdering the entier time. "Just so you know this isnt going to go well." He knew he was three shades whiter then before and he really didnt like the idea of being this intimately pressed against another man, more so one he didnt know. Gritting his teeth he waited for Zane to get in then laid across him.
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 27, 2009 23:21:02 GMT -7
They had done everything they could, now it was in the hands of fate, or whatever a person chose to believe in. Zane could already feel the heat of the approaching flames as he scooted under Sven. He wasn't sure how long the awkward part of this would win out over the terrifying, when none of them would be complaining about being nose to nose with a stranger.
"These shelters are very effective when used correctly, and every ranger has been trained, so we're good. Just hold that down tight no matter what." He would have to trust Sven to do that part. He couldn't say it any more without sounding slightly panicked himself. Maybe they needed some distraction.
"Yeah, so this interview doesn't seem to be going very well..." his mouth was close enough to Sven's ear that he could speak normally and still be heard over the demonic moan and rising shriek of the forest as the fire set to immolating it. He needed to keep them both calm and inside their little coffin sack by any means necessary.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 28, 2009 11:21:35 GMT -7
Awkwaard....awkward...awkward!!! They couldnt have been placed in a more awkward position unless they were both naked right now. Svens hips were pressed solidly to Zane's, their chests flush, and because he had no where else to put his head he had his face burried against Zanes neck and shoulder. "....."
Pale and his heart pounding like a punching fist in his chest Sven held tight to the fabric with his hands. He wasnt going to screw this up. But he REALLY wished he was some place for differant reasons. "Fuck-fuck-fcuk...I hate closed in places..and that doesnt leave this..sac.." HE wanted to strangle something. He shuddered then scowled. "And yeh it could have gone better but stop whispering in my ear thats creepy!" Hearing a roar and his anxiety picking up Sven hunkered down further. He could hear the demonic gurgling approaching....and he didnt like it.
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 28, 2009 11:35:36 GMT -7
Zane managed a forced laugh. He was talking rather loudly in truth. His own heart was going as crazy as Sven's when the heat buffeted the sides of the tent with fire wind. It felt like someone was trying to get in, shaking the tent in the attempt. Even though he knew it was the change in air pressure form the heat of the fire it had Zane spooked.
"Tight space or not, I' m actually glad I'm not on my own for this crap." He made a point to shout that so it couldn't be mistaken for whispering. "This is scarier than any zombie movie."
The shrieks and howls were accented with the popping and crashing of tree branches. This was the safest place Zane could spot for avoiding falling debris, nothing overhead, and still every crash had his heart jumping for fear that it could have landed on top of them. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." he found himself chanting with his eyes pressed shut.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 28, 2009 12:08:40 GMT -7
The man had a point there. "Alright...I'm glad Im not hysterical on my own." He too gave a forced laugh. He was freaking out too and he was worried for his boys. "Those two are going to piss themselves." He mused.
When Zane started his 'oh Gods' and and the fabric jerked and pulled Sven cursed every Norse God for the situation and then prayed to them to fix it all. "Shhh.." He tried to sooth Zane. "It cant last forever." He hoped..... "Uuuuugh!!!" He cuddled down even more trying to give himself some 'space' above his head, the fire he could deal with. The roaring winds ripping at them like the bowels of hell and the limited space was raising his blood preasure to the extreme. "Runknisse"
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 28, 2009 12:18:23 GMT -7
Zane found himself frantically pooping his ears at the sudden quiet around them and then Sven's curse word filtered into his awareness. Living on the Highline--the Northern roadway of Montana, he'd known several Norwegian neighbors, and the first part of that word was foreign to him but the second... "What are you saying about Christmas gnomes?"
He'd asked it with a chuckle. A friend in grade school had actually left bowls of milk in the bard every Christmas for the Nisse.
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Post by Sven Vikøren on Sept 28, 2009 17:45:46 GMT -7
Sven flushed as he heard Zane's voice rather clearly, and not only that but teasing him. "I called the fire a Wanking Gnome." Since he couldnt reach Zanes head to swat him he flicked the mans ear instead. "Now..where I'd love to just hump out of this sac, I'm not sure how these things are opperated. Are they going to be flamming hot on the other side or is it a safe enough go to get out?"
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Post by Zane Williams on Sept 28, 2009 20:15:11 GMT -7
"You called the fire... never mind, lets be cautious about climbing out. Everything on the other side is going to be steaming hot. So lift the lid slowly at first." The air was warm but not a brutal assault. "Okay peel it back, but we don't want to tear the bag."
Zane was taking slow grateful breaths. "Well, now we know those things work..."
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