LOG; it's too late to matter; EINAR + EMILIE
who; Einar & Emilie.
what; The tar pits are destroyed.
when; Later today; afternoon in Los Angeles.
They'd lost track of each other at least an hour ago.
Emilie had kept to the museums, only leaving the air conditioned halls to flit between buildings and exhibits, and it was only the announcement for everyone to calmly evacuate the premises that caught her attention.
The air outside was thick with the stench of tar, more than it should be, and when she was positive no one would see, the tiny blonde took to the sky and onto the roof to get a better look. Fire and smoke and what she hoped was not her brother.
She had to get closer.
Well why the hell not. It was a laugh, after all, and he'd lost track of Emilie and it was something to do and someone else was going to take it all down later if he didn't now.
He'd got a couple of good pictures out of it. It was hot, too hot -- but it was always too hot in California, and he could handle fire. He wasn't so sure about his sister, maybe.
Far too hot. She hated that about Los Angeles, hated the heat, but she was still a Seal --
... Einar still didn't know. Emilie took a deep breath and instantly began to cough. This couldn't end well.
She took flight again, descending when she finally caught sight of Einar. "What... why?" She shuddered despite the heat.
"Angel," he said by way of explanation, not sounding apologetic even though he wanted to. He had some explanation for her, how it wasn't being a traitor, it wasn't wanting them all to die and handing over the one ring to Sauron or anything like that. It was going over the sea into the west. But even starting on that explanation would be too ridiculous even for him, and so he just grinned. Stupid to start talking about the sea when there was fire all around them.
"Einar, I -" I can't let you I can't believe you I can believe you I have to fight you. She had to tell him and all he was doing was standing there and smiling. Frustrating, just like always. Made her want to cry, but that wasn't going to stop the fire. Only her wings shuddered. "I'm a Seal now, Einar."
Well fuck.
His smile faltered, although maybe it shouldn't even have been there in the first place. If everyone was going to die anyway it didn't matter if he helped -- he'd said as much to Trygve, months ago -- but he hadn't included his family in that reasoning. Not getting hurt or dying at his own hands, anyway. ... Not that it changed what he was. Happy birthday.
"Ah."
Happy birthday. Wish you were here, Emil.
"I'm sorry," she tried to say, but the fire felt too close and far too loud. Emilie rose up, to clear the smoke, fanning the flames on accident. She couldn't fight him, not today, not here. All she could do was make things worse.
It wasn't even about having fun while it lasted. He could have fun without helping to take down the city. So. Maybe he really did think everyone should die and he'd just been thinking around that issue. Including his family?
Ahaha not answering that question even in his own thoughts. He'd only just started out as an Angel, so with any luck he'd die before he ever had to deal with that issue.
"You should have told me," he called up at her, although he thought he would still have done the same thing.
Wish you here to see what we've become.
"I meant to!" She'd wanted to. She'd forgotten today, though. Her mistake. Should she even mention Trygve? Or let it all figure itself out on its own when this happened again.
Were they really so strange, being the only ones with something to protect? "You deserved better than this."
Or on second thoughts just keep the hell out of the way. Not that Rio was any better, he assumed.
Sure he had things he wanted to protect. He just didn't think there was anything that could save them in the end.
"I really didn't," he laughed, and sent another tongue of fire to build the flames higher. For the hell of it. "Well, it doesn't matter." Since everyone ended up dead anyway. He'd have to paint this scene when he got home. In acrylics.
She hovered there, rather uselessly. What was she supposed to do, just leave him here? Retreat to a safe distance and wait until he was satisfied, if he even was getting satisfaction out of all this? Emilie shook her head and flew off, trying to find a safe place to watch and wait.
Not really. Even if it looked cool.
At least she wasn't fighting him, although the fact that she was just watching made him feel rather sick. He turned away and kicked a piece of debris in a rare display of temper, then took the retreat tactic. It was a done deal anyway, and he didn't really want to be around her anymore. Fiery inferno of tar or not.
what; The tar pits are destroyed.
when; Later today; afternoon in Los Angeles.
They'd lost track of each other at least an hour ago.
Emilie had kept to the museums, only leaving the air conditioned halls to flit between buildings and exhibits, and it was only the announcement for everyone to calmly evacuate the premises that caught her attention.
The air outside was thick with the stench of tar, more than it should be, and when she was positive no one would see, the tiny blonde took to the sky and onto the roof to get a better look. Fire and smoke and what she hoped was not her brother.
She had to get closer.
Well why the hell not. It was a laugh, after all, and he'd lost track of Emilie and it was something to do and someone else was going to take it all down later if he didn't now.
He'd got a couple of good pictures out of it. It was hot, too hot -- but it was always too hot in California, and he could handle fire. He wasn't so sure about his sister, maybe.
Far too hot. She hated that about Los Angeles, hated the heat, but she was still a Seal --
... Einar still didn't know. Emilie took a deep breath and instantly began to cough. This couldn't end well.
She took flight again, descending when she finally caught sight of Einar. "What... why?" She shuddered despite the heat.
"Angel," he said by way of explanation, not sounding apologetic even though he wanted to. He had some explanation for her, how it wasn't being a traitor, it wasn't wanting them all to die and handing over the one ring to Sauron or anything like that. It was going over the sea into the west. But even starting on that explanation would be too ridiculous even for him, and so he just grinned. Stupid to start talking about the sea when there was fire all around them.
"Einar, I -" I can't let you I can't believe you I can believe you I have to fight you. She had to tell him and all he was doing was standing there and smiling. Frustrating, just like always. Made her want to cry, but that wasn't going to stop the fire. Only her wings shuddered. "I'm a Seal now, Einar."
Well fuck.
His smile faltered, although maybe it shouldn't even have been there in the first place. If everyone was going to die anyway it didn't matter if he helped -- he'd said as much to Trygve, months ago -- but he hadn't included his family in that reasoning. Not getting hurt or dying at his own hands, anyway. ... Not that it changed what he was. Happy birthday.
"Ah."
Happy birthday. Wish you were here, Emil.
"I'm sorry," she tried to say, but the fire felt too close and far too loud. Emilie rose up, to clear the smoke, fanning the flames on accident. She couldn't fight him, not today, not here. All she could do was make things worse.
It wasn't even about having fun while it lasted. He could have fun without helping to take down the city. So. Maybe he really did think everyone should die and he'd just been thinking around that issue. Including his family?
Ahaha not answering that question even in his own thoughts. He'd only just started out as an Angel, so with any luck he'd die before he ever had to deal with that issue.
"You should have told me," he called up at her, although he thought he would still have done the same thing.
Wish you here to see what we've become.
"I meant to!" She'd wanted to. She'd forgotten today, though. Her mistake. Should she even mention Trygve? Or let it all figure itself out on its own when this happened again.
Were they really so strange, being the only ones with something to protect? "You deserved better than this."
Or on second thoughts just keep the hell out of the way. Not that Rio was any better, he assumed.
Sure he had things he wanted to protect. He just didn't think there was anything that could save them in the end.
"I really didn't," he laughed, and sent another tongue of fire to build the flames higher. For the hell of it. "Well, it doesn't matter." Since everyone ended up dead anyway. He'd have to paint this scene when he got home. In acrylics.
She hovered there, rather uselessly. What was she supposed to do, just leave him here? Retreat to a safe distance and wait until he was satisfied, if he even was getting satisfaction out of all this? Emilie shook her head and flew off, trying to find a safe place to watch and wait.
Not really. Even if it looked cool.
At least she wasn't fighting him, although the fact that she was just watching made him feel rather sick. He turned away and kicked a piece of debris in a rare display of temper, then took the retreat tactic. It was a done deal anyway, and he didn't really want to be around her anymore. Fiery inferno of tar or not.