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Rescue meme

the rescue meme

'Cause sometimes you just can’t save yourself.

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1. BAD DATE - You get a text, a phone call, or maybe you can just see the other person floundering on what clearly must be the worst date of their life. Time to step in and save the day.

2. PRISON - Maybe they've been wrongly convicted, or maybe you're an accomplice. Either way, it's jailbreak time. Maybe the guards will fall for the old 'wounded prisoner' technique.

3. TAKEN HOSTAGE - They're being held at gunpoint, either for money or for fun. Maybe you can talk down their captors — or maybe you are a captor, secretly working to help them.

4. UNWELL - Your body is damaged, your suffering taken its toll. You can't save yourself anymore. You're wounded, you're starving, maybe even dying. Someone, help!

5. YOURSELF - One bad choice after another, your self-destructive tendencies are going to get the best of you unless someone steps in to save the day.

6. BIG DAMN RESCUE - You're hovering over an active volcano, a pit of sharks, about to fall off a cliff. Whatever it is, you've only got precious seconds of life left.

7. LONELINESS - You've been secluded, locked away, and the emptiness is overwhelming. You need company, or you might just drown.

8. UNWANTED SOCIAL FUNCTION - A family reunion, your three o'clock board meeting, whatever it is, you desperately don't want to go. Hopefully your good buddy can come up with a distraction.

9. BAD ROMANCE - You're trapped in a relationship that's headed south. Maybe it's an arranged marriage, or maybe it's just someone who won't take no for an answer. You need a helping hand, maybe even a Prince(ss) Charming.

10. WILDCARD - Any kind of rescue will do! Spread your creative wings and go for it.

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[Open to either, but let's be real, he more likely needs rescued.]

[Mirabel has had her first changes - and while she’s been struggling to deal with turning into a werewolf, there was another danger that she did not know about:

Monster poachers.

It’s late in the evening while she’s walking the streets of Bavan. A couple of men have been following her for a while, and despite her best efforts, she can’t shake them. She tries to duck into a building to get away, but one of them finally grabs her and pulls her into the alleyway.

She tries to scream, tries to bite - but one of them clamps a hand over her muzzle and the other man pins her to the wall, pulling out something she can’t see. This is it, she thinks, she’s gonna die here or they’re going to take her away someplace never to be seen again…]

[Maybe it's something about the peninsula itself or the gods or simply the fact that they'd already weathered that much together. Or maybe it's a Shade thing, who can say? But somehow Bruno just... knows that Mirabel is in some kind of trouble. It's little more than an instinct, something that tells him to turn right, here, go left, there, that Something Important is just ahead.

That's when he sees them--a pair of men in dark clothing pulling her into an alleyway. Monster poachers. He'd heard enough stories to know what a poaching looked like and it was not going to happen to her!

Bruno runs forward but before he can simply charge into their midst and get himself killed, he stops, cold reason grasping his thoughts--you're not built for any kind of a direct fight, it tells him. He pauses for a fraction of a second, then takes a deep breath and reaches into wherever this new magic of his is from, grabs the nearest sizeable object with his mind, and throws. A garbage can goes flying and strikes one of the men.]

[The one holding her jaw goes flying as the trash can hits him, throwing him off of her. The other man tries picking her up as she squirms in his grip. She’s not tall or really that strong, but she struggles.

“Whoever’s doing that knock it the fuck off!” The man yells.]

Let me go…!

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[There's a satisfying metallic impact and trash bags go scattering as he tumbles to the ground. Theother one can't really see who's doing this, can he? Bruno's so good at hiding, now, that he doesn't even have to try. The only visible thing is a pair of glowing green eyes over there in a shadowy part of the alley. That shade of green looks awfully familiar, though....

He doesn't reply, except to send that same garbage can flying again from behind the other man. It's lighter, now, but that just means he can throw it all the harder. He really hopes this ends the fight because he's rapidly running out of energy.]

[It takes the other man out, and he drops her. She quickly scurries away but both men seem to be content on the floor.

The green light catches her attention, and she looks up from her would-be captors.]

Tio Bruno…?

[Her voice is quiet and shaken. She hopes it’s him.]

Yeah. It's me.

[There's a pause and then he doesn't so much step out of the shadows as they sort of fade from around him. Now that he's visible it's clear that it really is him, the brilliant green light from his eyes fading to a slight glow, his usual sad little smile on his face. He almost doesn't seem to be entirely real until he kneels on the ground next to her and puts his arms around her.]

You okay? You're not hurt, are you?

No - no, I’m not-

[She almost says “hurt” but it doesn’t quite come out. What does though are a sudden, unexpected flood of tears. She wipes them away, but more come and her breath catches in her throat.

She was almost taken.

Who knows what would’ve happened to her. She looks on the ground… sees what she couldn’t before - a bundled piece of rope and a knife.

She breaks into a scared sob.]

[He can't blame her at all for such a reaction. He probably would have broken down in tears, too, if it had been him. All of this is just plain terrifying.
But it breaks his heart to hear her cry and he pulls her close. He doesn't shush or mumble platitudes--sometimes you just have to cry it out, like washing a wound clean. So he simply holds her, one hand gently rubbing her shoulder.

A tear or two slips from his own eyes, though. What he wouldn't give for them both to be safe!]

[She buries herself into him, letting her cry it out. It was hard enough, to be turned into a monster in the first place. It's been weighing heavily on her - what her family would think of her, would they be scared of her? It's been a rough transformation.

But this... the thought of being taken away for being a monster, and never seen again, it was too much. She cries it out, until her cries finally soften and there's nothing left then the tears staining the fur around her face.]

I-I don't... I don't understand this place.

[Softly,] Me neither, kid. I don't get how people can be so cruel.

[Sure, he knows a lot about people, but this kind of cold-blooded thing just doesn't happen in the Encanto, and never has. He kisses the top of her head.]

We'd better get out of here. They might wake up again soon.

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[She has not come looking for a battle, nor prepared for one. She has come looking for nothing more than the wind in her hair and an escape from the stifling shadows of Edoras, a few hours stolen from the grinding routine of duty.]

[Nor, in truth, is she in any fit state for fighting. Besides the knife at her belt, she is unarmed; she wears a simple green dress, not any sort of armour, and she is alone. Seeing a band of Orcs, even a small band, so close to the city ought to have but one answer: she should turn her horse's head, and wheel back out of the shadow of the mountains, and gallop back to Edoras to report on the intrusion.]

[And so she would; except that there is someone with them, and she does not have it in her to leave a man in peril.]

[She has one weapon besides the knife. She has her horse. She does not stop to think, but with only a brief glance back at the gleaming city behind her, hunches low in the saddle, drawing her knife, and urges her mount to charge full-pelt towards the distant figures as they turn to see her.]

[She has no plan. But it does come to her, as she charges, that if she can survive long enough to get the captive into the saddle with her, that is enough.]

[Why a band of Orcs should want to capture this man is anyone's guess: he's small and thin and a little sickly-looking, and once routed out of what would usually have been a very good hiding place, he couldn't put up much of a fight.

But, truth be told, he was wanted for a very special talent--a gift, really. To see into distances and minds was one thing, but to see into the future, well, that makes it pretty clear why their master would want such an individual brought to him.

One of the Orcs tightens his grip on the man, making him yelp with pain. They draw their swords and growl and sneer at this lone rider armed with nothing more than sheer audacity, it seems.

The man watches, wide-eyed.]

[There is a part of her that knows that this is madness. She will die in the attempt, no doubt; and if she is lucky, death will be the worst of it. And when she is dead, who will care for her uncle; who will temper Gríma's poisoned counsel; who will carry that burden of a woman's duty? And she is no seasoned warrior, like her brother or her cousin; she has practiced all her life, but practiced in courtyards and sparring grounds, not in true battle. This is madness, suicidal madness, and a part of her knows it; but all of her thrills to that madness, and she is more free of fear than she has been in months or years.]

[There is an instinctive, brutal joy that thunders through her, and she gives it voice in a full-throated roar as she meets the enemy:] FORTH, EORLINGAS!

[A notched blade whistles by her ear, as she ducks sidelong in the saddle, slashing out blindly with her knife as she does so. Her horse screams and rears, hooves lashing out at Orcish skulls; he is bred for battle just as surely as she is, and he knows his work. Éowyn's eyes find the captive's for a moment, before her attention is swiftly drawn back by the glint of another blade. She kicks out at its wielder, her boot driving against his throat even as blood blossoms on the green of her skirt.]

My hand! Take my hand!

[She isn't certain how capable the older man is of that, but she can think of little to do but to hold out her hand to him, as though it is as simple as pulling him out of the Orc's grip.]

[The battle cry rattles them more than one would think--a shout like that usually heralds the approach of reinforcements. And while they were confident they could take one rider, they knew better than to think four of them could survive against a group of Rohirrim, especially when the one seems intent on taking as many of them as she can into death with her!

The look on the prisoner's face changes from terror to hope, however, and that hope allows him to cleverly twist himself free. He grasps her hand with both of his, jumping toward her with an odd strangled yelp. He's so small and light that it's easy to pull him up with her.]

[She drops the knife, with a pang of regret; it is more important, though, to have both hands free, to haul him bodily into the saddle as she puts her heels to the horse's flanks. It rankles to flee, even now - but while she has less care for her own life than perhaps she ought, she will not be careless with another. As soon as his feet leave the ground, she is urging her horse into a gallop again, wheeling around back towards Edoras.]

[It is a moment before she catches her breath enough to ask, over the rushing of the wind and the thunder of her horse's hooves:] Are you wounded?

[The strange little man clings for dear life, breath wheezing. He seriously considers telling his rescuer that he's all right, more out of an instinct to conceal weaknesses than anything else. But there's no sense in hiding what might become a liability later. Always looking to the future, even if he doesn't see it.

Besides, breathing is painful, now, and darkness creeps into the edge of his eyesight.]

Think they... broke something.... Couple of ribs, at least....

[It is just as well that she is an accomplished rider: she is able to steady him in the saddle, and turn to look behind her to see if the Orcs are giving chase, and not lose her seat in the process. Even so, it is not particularly easy.]

Hold fast. We will soon be in sight of the walls, and I do not think they will dare follow us there.

[And if they do, well - there are plenty of people in Edoras better-armed than she is. A few stray Orcs will not make it beyond the barrows.]

[ Celebrations at La Casa Madrigal were hardly a new thing. Their family was used to throwing parties for the town, for any number of reasons. But there was a lot to be celebrating this time - the rebuilding of their home, and the return of their magic, and the return of the missing Bruno.

They had celebrated the day that they had finished building the house, of course. It was hard not to, with their excitement of Casita returning. But they had wanted to throw a proper party, with some proper preparation, to thank the people in town for their help as well.

And the villagers were still providing help, so it wasn't just their family doing all the work. It was still a bit strange to get used to, though, having some of the work and pressure taken off their family.

While it was nice getting to celebrate though, Luisa was starting to feel a little...restless. She had been told under no uncertain terms that she was meant to relax and enjoy herself, but she didn't entirely know what to do now that she wasn't really helping. She was just so used to carrying the heavy trays, bringing them to people, so now that she wasn't doing that she isn't sure...what else to do.

She was just so used to helping...so now she was walking around the party, looking for people to help. ]

[It had been quite the emotional rollercoaster for everyone, but especially for Bruno. After ten years alone, this much interaction was... taxing, to say the least. And yet he kept coming back for more, kept wanting to re-integrate, to speak and be spoken to, to feel real human connexion again.

He was just... really rusty at it.

So at some point she'll see him sneaking away from everyone else and up the stairs. He stops at the painting but the secret entrance is gone. He heads for his door, but it's locked, somehow. Clearly Casita was not going to let him hide!

He leans wearily on the balustrade overlooking the courtyard, just gazing down at all the activity below.

And... maybe hiding amid the plants a bit. The fact that he's capable of hiding way better than he's doing right now, however, makes it clear he isn't entirely avoiding contact....]

[ Luisa just manages to catch sight of Bruno as he heads up the stairs, but she waits a moment to see if anyone else has noticed. It wasn't that she didn't want to go check on her tio, but...she felt that maybe he would have been more comfortable with someone he was closer to, like his sisters or Mirabel.

But when no one else follows after him, Luisa carefully makes her way up the stairs, doing her best not to draw attention in case he didn't want to see other people. It's difficult, given her size, but luckily the party is in full swing so she thankfully manages to slip away.

By the time she catches up to him, he's taken a spot somewhat hidden amidst some plants. ]

...Tio Bruno? Is everything okay?

Hm?

[He looks over at her and manages a smile.]

Yeah. It's all a bit... much, that's all. Heh. Ten years alone makes a guy a little rusty at, y'know, people... things. [His gaze goes back down to the courtyard.] I never really thought about how much I missed it, though, until now. I missed it a lot. I missed everyone a lot. But... if I stay too long in all this closeness, all this... family-ness, all these emotions get too strong. [One hand moves to his chest, curled in a loose fist.] It somehow hurts. And I have to find someplace quiet again.

I've had enough of quiet, though. So... a conundrum. Do I stay, do I hide, do I run off into the wilderness and come back a month later covered in dirt, pockets full of rocks, being followed by a new species of bird? I... might have actually considered doing that last one once or twice. Dunno how I'd get the bird to play along, though. Always some snag in the plan.

[He's rambling, which means he's avoiding something....]

[ Luisa tilts her head a bit. She's only really following some of what he's saying, but the rambling is something she's rather familiar with. It does feel like there's something he's not saying, but...she doesn't want to push him too much. ]

Well, um...we can just stay up here for a while? Just to take a breather. I can help make sure no one bothers you, and you can come back down when you're ready.

I'm not the most interesting of company, but... I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

[Lies, Bruno. Lies and calumny.]

[A few beats pass where he enjoys the quiet, enjoys her steady, abiding presence, but it's not long before words come bubbling up in his brain again. Heaven's sake, he was quiet for a decade, why's he working up such a blather, now?

The answer, of course, is because he was quiet for a decade.]

[He looks over at her again.] I haven't seen you since you were nine. I missed so much and... I'm so sorry. All those times I could've been there for everyone, for you, and I wasn't. And don't say you didn't need anyone--everyone does. You don't outgrow needing your family. Ever.

[Who's he even talking about, now? Maybe it doesn't matter.]

But maybe I can start again? [He's not even trying to make puppy eyes, it's just how his face is....]

[ Honestly, Luisa has a bit of trouble with conversation herself. When she had been busy, she hardly had time to really talk to people in town, so getting to know people now was a bit of a challenge.

And part of her had thought that it would be a bit awkward, being around her uncle. While she did still have some good memories with him, she hadn't had the chance to spend as much time with him as maybe Isabela and Dolores had before he went away. Most of her other memories were fuzzier, blurred by time and how busy her days had been as she took on more responsibilities. As much as she wanted to reconnect with him, she hadn't been sure how it would go. But the silence now is actually comfortable, as she watches the party continuing down below.

So she's a bit surprised when he speaks up again, and she hesitates for a moment, trying to think of what to say. ]

...I don't...I don't blame you for anything, Tio. You were just...trying to do what you thought was best. I think...I think we've all made mistakes while trying to do the right thing. I'm just...sorry that you thought that leaving...that staying away was the only thing you could do. I'm sorry you were alone for so long.

[ She can't help apologizing, even though a part of her knows that maybe there wasn't anything she could have done. She had just been a child when he disappeared. But he was still family, and she couldn't help wondering if she could have maybe done something more to help.

Especially because he'd left to protect Mirabel. It may have been an extreme decision, but Luisa felt that he'd done more for her sister in that one act than she ever has.

Looking back at him, she smiles. ] I'd like that...starting again. I...want to get to know you better too.

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Rescue meme

Bruno Madrigal | Encanto

Ryslig CR/post-monster changes?

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6?

6. /nods

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Hope this is okay! Maybe 8 with a bit of 7?

Sounds good!

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