[Open] Tower Apartments Event

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Who: Anyone at or around the Tower Apartments.
When: The fifteenth of January, just after five.
Where: The Tower Apartments.
Summary: Remember how that threat went out to the police? Remember how they're clearly not happy? Well. Turns out, this was their target.
Warnings: Violence, strong language, adult content. It's this event, which tells you

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[ofthetwili]

[Up on the tenth floor Midna pretty much was by herself, or at least she was certain from the lack of sound and light from the other apartments. She was sleeping when the first explosion shook the Tower at it's core. The second set sent her unceremoniously falling from her bed, blue back body rolling on the floor as her senses returned to her. Instinctively she curls into herself, symbols on her arms and legs glowing fiercely as her hair comes to life. The fire colored strands bulge and expand to form a canopy around her as the explosions continue

[nicecollarbones]

[He looks up-- A grinning white mask staring up from several floors below; a would-be rescuer rather than a victim. She doesn't look injured, which is both helpful and... not really so, in the sense that it will require him to speak.]

...stuck?

[Up there,, he means.]

[ofthetwili]

[The crumbling expanse before her is certainly something to marvel over. Midna had seen castles and bridges sundered, but these buildings of metal and class seemed practically invulnerable at times. She was still gaping when the mask man appeared several floors below and she backs up slightly startled as she takes notice of him. She is thankfully not injured, as for getting down she hadn't exactly gotten that far.]

... Maybe. You don't think the building will collapse do you?

[She didn't hear any strange grinding or feel the building moving beneath her feet. She had to assume for now that they had some time to get out and to safety.]

[nicecollarbones]

[Hei shrugs; he's not an expert, but this is by no means safe. He's pretty sure he can get out if things start falling down. Or more charges go off.]

Maybe.

[Echoing her. A careful listener might detect a hint of sarcasm.]

Need help?

[ofthetwili]

[Midna's hands ease along a particularly large crack in the wall beside her.]

Here goes.

[She warns as her eyes drift upward to check what she has as the way of leverage. She decides to use a broken steel write that is exposed in the concrete above and she lets her hair extend and knot around the edge. Once she she certain there's is enough to slack to not cause her any pain, she descends over the broken ledge and down to the next level.]

[nicecollarbones]

[--ah.

That's a 'no' on the help, then.

He watches, still and without any show of surprise. She is still above him, after all.]

[ofthetwili]

[One foot then two, she allows the hair to slacken and release from above. Bits of concrete falling as her hair returns to it's normal length. She takes a few steps to around the backside of Hei as her bare feet get a feel for the more solid ground. Though the way the building creaks around them does not make her trust her surroundings.]

You wouldn't happen to know the way out now?

[She gets a little close, if anything to get a better look at that mask.]

[evadingvalhalla]

[Prentiss had just escaped her own heavily damaged room on the ninth floor, distinctly unimpressed with her first day in this place, and is heading down the hall when she hears a voice that's loud enough to be hard to miss. Glancing up, she sees an unusual looking woman--though not the most unusual she's seen even in just one day at the Port--and calls back.]

Do you need help?

[ofthetwili]

Possibly.

[She had not quite gotten far enough to consider how she might get down, though there were a few ways to certainly approach this situation now that the stairs were missing. If she could fly, then this would be a lot easier.]

Are you hurt?

[She asks to be on the safe side, though from looking and this angle she believed the other woman to be quite well and safe. Which was good!]