Let's go, everyone out the door...

[acceptmytruth]

Who: Dartz, OPEN
When: Spanning two days from evening May 30th through May 31st
Where: All over campus
What: Dartz accidentally summons something a bit too powerful even for him, and the group has to figure out how to stop it
Rating: Likely PG-13 for violence and language

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[blueinacoustic]

Dust was thick and heavy in the air, a choking mixture of splintered dry wall, shattered wood, and the other detritus of the pub's collapse. Yamato coughed painfully into his hand, opening his eyes cautiously. He'd managed to avoid getting caught in the very worst of the destruction - he was almost positive it was only because some of Taichi's luck had rubbed off on him - and instead found himself in a small pocket where the damage was relatively less severe.

Yamato pushed himself up, biting back a groan as his body protested. Unsurprisingly, 'relatively less severe' wasn't that much better than anywhere else under the circumstances. Yamato inspected the area with a critical eye. He was in a small pocket near the ping-pong tables (or, rather, near where the ping-pong tables had been), one of the few areas where the ceiling hadn't collapsed completely. He wasn't trusting the structural integrity of it all that much, however, not with the way the building was groaning around them.

The dust settled a little, letting Yamato starting picking out shapes. There was Rebecca, under a miraculously standing table not too far away, and... Yamato gasped, coughing again as the dust invaded his lungs. He ignored it and scrambled over to Tsuzuki, eyes wide as he touched the collapsed portion of wall and ceiling atop the older man tentatively, as though he might bring the rest of it down by accident by doing so.

"Tsuzuki-san?" Yamato rasped worriedly. "Oh my god..."

[c_is_for_cakey]

Tsuzuki heard voices from the general area he was in. The first thought that came to his mind wasn't "help," instead it was relief that the others seemed to be alright. As long as he'd caught the worst of things it was fine. He shifted once more and realized that he had a small problem. His injuries may be healing, but there were quite a few pieces of debris that had punctured his skin. The healing was now closing the skin around those pieces. Not good.

"I'm alright," he called out to Yamato. He'd dealt with worse before. "Help Rebecca and get out of here! More could fall anytime!"

[caged_graywitch]

C.C. learned to ignore the pain in her feet when she saw the fire and debris. She ran head-on into the burning building, but she halted when she began to cough. She bent down and ripped a piece of her coat off, tying the black material over her mouth and nose before going off again. She heard voices followed by coughing. Her vision was starting to cloud with black and her eyeballs burned. Tears formed behind her eyelids to keep her eyes moist.

"Ah!" She winced as the heat barely grazed over her exposed skin. Clutching her arm, she staggered forward. Squinting through the haze, she spotted two silhouettes. One had their leg pinned down by debris and was currently under a table, whom she recognized as Rebecca. The other was too far away for her to recognize. C.C., despite her fear of fire, reached out to find Rebecca. Her burns would heal quickly; the young girl's would not.

A crack sounded from above C.C., who looked up to see small part of the roof collapse. Sheleaped over to a spot near Rebecca quickly enough to dodge the beam and grasped Rebecca's wrist.

[blueinacoustic]

Yamato grit his teeth. Tsuzuki was at least partly right. He'd need to help Rebecca first. He'd need her assistance to help Tsuzuki, too.

"I'll be right back," he promised Tsuzuki. "I'm not leaving you there - and don't argue. There's no way we can get out on our own anyway."

Yamato stood and made his way over to Rebecca. He had yet to catalog his own injuries; the scatter of cuts and bruises, sore joints, and whatever else there was would only hurt more once acknowledged. He was morning his voice a bit, through. He sounded awful, and there was little doubt he wouldn't be singing anymore for a while.

"I'm here, Rebecca," Yamato assured. "Watch your head, I need to move the table."

That task was accomplished, the musician knelt down and handed Rebecca her glasses, offering a small, comforting smile once she could see him again. He inspected the debris trapping her and nodded in resignation.

"You're going to need to pull your leg free for me, okay? I'm going to lift this stuff off as much as I can, but I can't pull you free at the same time. Think you manage it?"

[blueinacoustic]

"On three," Yamato told her, shifting his hands to better positions. "One... Two... Three!"

The blond lifted the debris as high as he could, waiting until Rebecca was well clear before dropping it again. Yamato sighed and dusted off his hands before turning to inspect the girl's injured ankle. Jyou had made sure each and every Chosen Child knew their First Aid well enough to get by in almost any emergency, and Yamato had to admit he was grateful for it now.

"You won't be walking on this for a while," he observed as he prodded at it lightly. "But it doesn't look like it's broken or anything. Let me just wrap it, and we'll head over to the other side where Tsuzuki-san is, alright?"

Yamato shrugged off his jacket and pulled a mostly clean handkerchief to wrap the girl's ankle with out of an inner pocket before offering it to her with a wan smile.

"I know it's not much."

[blueinacoustic]

"You're welcome," Yamato replied absently. He picked up her ankle again, careful not to jar it any more than absolutely necessary. "And please don't kick me, this really needs to be done. It should help a little with the pain."

Not a lot, true, but a little was better than nothing, Yamato mused as he wrapped Rebecca's ankle as best he could. Jyou would have been proud.

[blueinacoustic]

Yamato sighed and delivered the grim news. His voice was still an awful rasp, which likely didn't help at all.

"About that. There's no way out. We'll have to wait for a rescue."

[blueinacoustic]

"Come on," Yamato encouraged, pulling Rebecca carefully up into a fireman's carry. "We've got someone else to help, too."

The musician led the younger girl across the debris strewn area, patiently stopping every time she seemed to need a moment before finally settling her on the clearest, safest bit of floor he could find nearby Tsuzuki.

"Hullo, Tsuzuki-san," he greeted quietly, kneeling to access the wreckage atop the older man to see if there was any way to remove some of it and somehow get him free. "Told you I'd be back. And I brought Hopkins-san with me, too."

[c_is_for_cakey]

"Rebecca's okay?" Tsuzuki questioned softly. He was starting to feel rather miserable stuck under all of this stuff. Slightly lightheaded too. That wasn't a good sign even for a shinigami. Maybe he was hurt worse than he thought.

[leadwithfire]

Okay, this was a mess. Taichi couldn't really call the Pub a building any more; more like a pile of rubble in the vague shape of a building. It was more than a little difficult to navigate through, even for him.

He'd found a way 'inside', which really meant more that he'd found a gap that let him into a non-collapsed area, and then he was faced with the same issue of more rubble and figuring out how to get through it. As he headed closer toward the back of the pub, he heard a familiar pattern of beeps and, looking down at his belt, realized what it was. Great.

Taking a deep breath and trying not to cough when he got more dust than air, he shouted, "YAMATO! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

[mannersplease]

Hakkai followed Taichi in, taking in the mess as they went along. Things could easily get rather constricted in here. If he knew the building was stable, Hakkai would just blast the rubble away. Unfortunately he wasn't sure if that would dislodge the entire structure and cause more problems. Best to just play it safe. At least if there were people inside Hakkai knew he could help them. Since he hadn't done any fighting yet, there was nothing preventing him from transferring his own chi to any victims in order to heal them.