HOT PATOOTIE [x] open, stuck

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[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]The vice-leader himself was quite clumsy and accident-prone, though he had never managed to get himself stuck in a tree. He approached the unfortunate scene after Mack, his eyebrows drawn together in concern, although he could help but giggle a bit - he covered that with his hand, though. Frank didn't seem to be in any sort of pain, though he might be a bit uncomfortable, so it was okay to laugh a little, right? It wasn't mean-spirited. "You're not in pain at all, are you, Frank?" Pierce asked with a small tilt of his head. If so, he'd have to go find Lottie or one of her apprentices. Turning to Mack, he questioned, "Uh, do are you well enough to help me get him out of there?"

[fancypost=borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 18px; font-size: 9pt]A smile invisible to Frank found its way up the feline's maw, and he allowed an exhale to express borderline amusement at the situation. He seemed okay, after all, so laughing would be acceptable, right?

His honey-hued eyes blinked and his paws shuffled, but he didn't step forward to offer assistance just yet. Instead, his voice peeped, "Ah, sir, are you all right over there?"

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[size=9]GENERAL:
Ahren Dante Varco-Schmidt
alliance | demiboy (he/him pronouns) | 7 months | ages at random | homosexual homoromantic | Feliciano Varco x Deutschland Schmidt (gen 2)
APPEARANCE:
MAIN: Ahren’s pelt, one of long, soft textured fur, is majorly an untainted, alabaster white, that creeps up his legs and over his back. However, his tail is a contrasting chocolate, as well as the top of his head and his ears. On the left side of his head, his spot crosses over his eye, yet doesn’t reach all the way down his face, and it continues up into his ear, but on the right side of his head, the spot barely reaches and only covers a portion of the base of his ear, leaving the rest a fleshy hue. A lone patch of brown appears on the back of his neck, separated from the rest. The feline’s eyes take on an alluring shade of soft, warm amber, just like his mother’s, and appear to have much depth when one stares into them.
ACCESSORIES: bracelet with sapphire crystal (optional), Italian flag scarf stolen from mother's corpse (optional)
PERSONALITY:
ENFP-T — The Campaigner
fiery | joyful | conflicted | extravert | stubborn | charming
FACECLAIM: APH Italy
MUSE PLAYLIST: n/a
HEALTH:
PHYSICAL: excellent
MENTAL: excellent
POWERS: n/a
ENCOUNTER:
PHYSICAL STRENGTH: easy
MENTAL STRENGTH: medium
ATTACK IN #48836c
passive actions can be powerplayed (e.g. healing, touching)

[center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce's lips were drawn down in a frown now, any amusement he had found from Frank's predicament lost as he wondered how he would free the tortoiseshell from the tree. Frank was smaller than him, but the serval wasn't very strong, so it was likely he'd need assistance. Also, since Frank wasn't currently hurt, he didn't want to do anything to change that. "Don't worry, Frank, we'll, uh, have you out in just a sec," he meowed unconvincingly, scratching his head with a forepaw as he pondered how to get his clanmate out of the tree. He chewed his lip, wondering how on earth he was going to free the other Blizzardclanner, when someone else arrived - Ahren. At first, Pierce was relieved; yay, it was someone to help him! But then he noticed Frank's change in attitude, and his face fell. Well, he had tried.

The boy watched as the older tom's muffled shouts reached his ears, and he shook his head - they wouldn't be able to free Frank until he calmed down. Any possibility that they would be able to get Frank out of the tree trunk on their own was quickly eliminated, however, when the male's ribs snapped.

Ouch.

Pierce's eyebrows rose at the noise, eyes widening, and he lifted a paw to cover his mouth as a gasp left it. "Oh- oh no..." he murmured, frowning sorrowfully as he attempted to block out Frank's pained screams. "It'll be alright, buddy! We're - uh - we're gonna get Lottie, okay? She'll help us get you out." With that, the young serval turned, casting Mack and Aheen a glance hoping for help, and scanned the area for Blizzardclan's head medic.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Eggpaw seemed mostly unconcerned with Frank's predicament for a little while, idly watching from far away and wondering if it was some kind of silly prank like the gorey cannibal feast had been. However, when Frank broke out into a horrible wail he winced, ears flattened against his cream-coloured cranium. From the loud snap he could guess what had happened to the male's ribs. Things were starting to look more serious, and he overheard them talking about fetching Lottie- good, yes, that was a good idea. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could actually do with limited knowledge and Frank, well, in a tree. He approached, looking towards Frank even if the other couldn't see him. "Yeah, hang in there, we'll get someone who can get you out soon and we can give you some poppy seeds for the pain. Try not to move, okay?" He wasn't going to say it out loud, since he didn't want to freak Frank out, but if he continued his thrashing about Eggie was worried his snapped, jagged ribs would impale right into an organ. Ouch.

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[fancypost=border-width: 0px; width: 435px; text-align: justify; text: 8pt; line-height: 125%; margin-top: -20px;]"Yikes," mumbled Luna as she appeared on the scene, having sensed commotion and mild panic coming from the general vicinity only to find Frank with his front half stuck inside of a tree. Of course it would be Frank, Luna thought to herself, but figured it would be rude to voice her thoughts aloud— it would come across as somewhat insensitive, and though Luna said what was on her mind, she was slowly but surely learning that some things were better off unsaid. If he'd only been stuck, she likely would have commented, but the fact that his ribs had snapped changed the entire situation.

She did, however, mumble to herself as she stood next to Jerseyboy, barely audible. "How to you even get yourself into this situation?" However, she glanced up and narrowed her eyes at Frank's backside and then to the tree branches. "So, um...how should we handle this? Something to make him slippery? Knock out the bark around him?"

[fancypost=width:50%; text-align:justify; font-size:9; font-family:georgia;]"Easy!" Lottie would call out, hearing the yowls of pain from Frank, and catching her name a few times as she padded closer, watching how Eggpaw seemingly handled it before she flashed her apprentice a smile and an approving nod. He had the good first steps; he was already showing to be a fine Medic. "Frank, you'll have to hold still. If we try to pull you out, I don't want to... well... shove your broken ribs into your lungs or.. anything of the sort," a bit dramatic, but perhaps it would get the overly-dramatic feline to settle down and listen for once. "I think it would be better if we could find a way to pull him straight out; I don't want to risk hitting him trying to pull the bark away. Do you agree, Eggpaw? Do you have any other ideas how we could pull him out?"
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Volkan could hear the group surrounding the tree where Frank's behind was sticking out while the other half was trapped inside the tree. This was rather a new thing to see for the first time since he was too big to even fit into tiny crevices of a tree.

Frank wasn't a very likeable person to get know, but hearing the pained screams from inside the tree made him think quickly on what to do to help find a way to get him out.

But the problem for him is that he has fire element powers, doing anything with his own power might burn the poor fella and he just didn't want to risk it.

"If only there was something slippery..." he said to himself, trying to think of some ideas.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]He was relieved to see the white panther as she appeared on the scene, offering Lottie a brief smile. When she spoke up about the dangers of movement for Frank even Eggpaw felt a shiver up his spine imagining that situation, and he was a bit worried about the flirtatious feline's reaction, hence his hesitance earlier to tell Frank. He nodded at her suggestion, considering the question carefully before hearing Sylmae. "Yes, I think you're right. I can't think of a safe way to physically move him, but Sylmae's suggestion sounds the most reliable, actually- although, I dont know anything about molecule magic." The boy probably wouldn't ever stop referring to strange occurrences and powers as magic, even while seeing it with his own eyes. He didn't understand how said 'magic' was possible, but if it could make the tree's opening larger without even touching it then it seemed like a good plan.

[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Approaching softly, Sweetophelia joined the group of spectators, her pale lilac eyes flickering from Frank and then to the many medics hovering around his stuck body. "What happened to him?" the Targaryen wondered aloud, figurative eyebrows furrowing together in puzzlement as she glanced to Jerseyboy for a quick answer. Clearly Frank was stuck, but she still didn't quite understand how the tortie warrior had managed it.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Ooh," Sweetophelia made a face, a grimace. She didn't much like Frank after the time he had practically tried to assault her and then the bloody public display of "affection" in camp - strangely enough Sweetophelia still didn't consider Frank to be a serious danger - but even this sounded too painful of a punishment. "Yeah," she nodded in agreement, hearing the exchange between Sylmae and Eggpaw now. "You should try that." The ragdoll didn't quite understand molecular manipulation nor how it worked, but if it had worked in the past for Sylmae, it was worth a try now.
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[center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;] Volkan glanced around, not sure what else to do and looks at group. "I can split the tree in half with my flames and help Frank get out," the black wolf suggested, thinking that the poor guy might be in too pain that he would pass out and hurt himself more. It just looks lkke they don't have any other option but to make a move before Frank's condition becomes worse.