12th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[A. Action 1125/1127 Taylor (Saturday Morning)]

[Marisa was heavy sleeper, but even she wasn't going to sleep through this. Bolting awake, knocking the rubble off of herself, Marisa stared wide-eyed at the devastation around her. She had only two thoughts right then: What they hell was going on and that she needed to get to Patchouli as fast as

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[B. Trekking Across Mayfield (Saturday/Sunday)]

[flameyedhunter]

... Marisa. [ Shana is heavily bandaged, and just looks tired and pale. ]

[adropofjupiter]

...you look like shit, ze.

[flameyedhunter]

I feel that way too. Mou... Alastor is gone.

[adropofjupiter]

So's my magic. How bad are you hurt?

B/Sat

[kinpika]

You look like you need some healing....

[Despite being powerless, he looks like he doesn't have a single mark on his body. Hot dawg.]

[adropofjupiter]

Oh, heya. I'm okay. Just had some rubble fall on me earlier. I've had worse.

[kinpika]

Still....

[adropofjupiter]

I know. Nothing I can do about it right now. You look like you've managed to get through without any problems, ze.

[And now Gil really is like a regular kid.]

You got plans? Have you had anything to eat or drink today?

A

[expiatrice]

[She almost wanted to be surprised.

Really, she liked sleeping in too, she always did, but with having seen and experienced as much as she's had already, there was only this cold sense of apathy when she woke up and realized the situation. ...Ah, regains are gone. She can't call on her thaumaturgy, and Seven isn't here anymore either. But well, the town's done this before. So it was murder others last time, and survive this time?

Tch, typical Mayfield. She did storage her weapons down in the basement, so as she picked herself through the rubble, she'll also make note to take a revolver just in case, then wrap something around her own mouth to not inhale too much smoke. She might've lost all powers, but physically, she's still fit for her build.

Well, one of these days when you're glad that some of the people you knew have been droned, so they won't experience any of this now...

That's why the cry catches her attention. Looking up, she also sees a blur of blonde further off.]

...Marisa. Yes, I'm okay. [There's no need to tell her

[adropofjupiter]

Oh, good.

[Marisa then finds someplace to lay the sheet down and start painting a sigil on it.]

I'm okay. The hell happened? It's like someone pissed the hellraven off.

[expiatrice]

[Rubbing her temple, she'll adjust her robes a bit as she watches. Looks like it was a very good idea, to keep her gears in the basement. Firearms and clean change of her robes were both no problems to obtain.]

It must have something to do with the phonecall that leaked, between "John" and the mayor last night. I suppose that like everything else, we just need to tough this out until things go back to 'normal'. [She can't quite keep a sliver of disdain out of her tone; yeah, this is starting to become rather predictable. What grated her the most is that most likely a few days from now on, the town will revert back to its happy and superficial facet, as if nothing has ever happened.]

[adropofjupiter]

This totally sucks. At least it's just everything's destroyed and not something terribly bad. Surviving this shouldn't be hard. [little does she know...]

I've gotta somehow figure out where Brady Lane is in this mess. Gotta get to Patchouli, ze. Without her magic, she's going to have a hard time breathing in this. [Marisa coughs a few times herself.]

Where you gonna go?

B. Saturday

[there_were_none]

[Waking up stuck in a small, dark space was something Flandre was used to.

Usually that small dark space was not trying to squish her. Or keeping her from moving, which this was. Her wings were folded uncomfortably flat on her back and her toes were already getting a bit numb, and she had no idea how much time had gone by since she woke up (always a fuzzy recollection at best) and when she heard a noise. Light was peeking in through the cracks of whatever was keeping her squished, but she could still hear.]

Who's there?

[She could still move one of her arms. She scratched at the nearest surface she could get at, making a loud grating sound. Must have been metal.]

I think I'm stuck.

[adropofjupiter]

[The grating sound caught Marisa's attention, though she didn't recognize the voice right away.]

Hang on... Lemme see if I can help, ze.

[there_were_none]

...Marisa? Marisa, is that you?

[The scraping sound intensifies.]

I hear Marisa!

[If she sounds a bit frightened it's because she is. Just...a little bit, though!

...it was scary down here. It felt like she was being slowly crushed, though the rubble hadn't moved an inch.]

[adropofjupiter]

Flandre? Oh, gods, honey, hang on.

[She drops her stuff and hurries over to where she hears the little vampire, pulling smaller bits of rubble out of the way until she sees that clawed hand. She's never heard the vampire frightened before and her heart jumps into her throat. She grabs the hand and squeezes.]

It'll be okay, honey. Just stay still and I'll get this off of you, okay?

B, Saturday

[sanctusdei]

[On her travels, Marisa will find Theo, who's just sitting on the edge od a fallen concrete slab. He's covered in scrapes and bruises, his clothes torn, just like the rest of Mayfield. He's managed to find cigarettes and matches somewhere while scavanging, and sits there now, smoking and watching the sky. His usual paranoid reflexes make him swing his head around when he hears someone approach.]

Hnn. Hey.

[adropofjupiter]

Gods, Theo, share a few puffs of that.

[sanctusdei]

[He frowns a bit, but then hands it over.] You look like hell.

[adropofjupiter]

[She takes it and inhales some of the smoke. Marisa didn't smoke often, preferring to ingest her mushrooms back home, but this would do. Then she hands it back.]

Nice to see you, too, ze.