The end of the Conrad [forward timed to 12pm]
[OOC: Party/disaster thread! Make threads for pre-destruction leading into destruction, during the destruction, and post destruction. Timey wimey, etc. Obviously, if you're under the rubble, you're only going to be near a limited number of people]
The city of Chicago had no idea that the Rift preshock that occurred earlier in the week was only an ( Read more... )
The city of Chicago had no idea that the Rift preshock that occurred earlier in the week was only an ( Read more... )
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She's got some sexy lingerie on under her clothes, a picnic basket with a bottle of wine, and Justin's in daycare until 5.
But then, things shift. She's not entirely aware of what's going on until she's tripped and fallen, rubble coming from the sky. She's too disoriented to know how to deal with it. "DANNY?" she yells, panicked. And then, far more desperately, "KADEN?"
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It's kind of like a pretty awesome B-movie with monsters spidering over the rubble and whatnot. And civic duty and all that. Right. That's totally why she's picking them off from afar.
Not because this chaos is totes amusing.
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It sends him crashing into Sunshine, where he all but sprawls on top of her.
Picking himself up with a groan, he takes in the fact the woman is sitting in a lawn chair as if the world isn't just collapsing around them. "...You look like you've done this before."
Understatement of the year, Josef.
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"San Francisco, 1979," Sunshine says, giving Josef a wicked grin. She grabs a beer out of the case and offers it to him. "Thirsty?"
She peers over him, leveling her gun to take out the monster clambering back towards him. Like hell anyone on top of her is going to get eaten.
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He's not, really. He's taking in the pandemonium that's seized the streets, taking in the corpses that are sprawled on sidewalks--angels, demons, monsters, human, there's everything.
He groans, twisting his head to look back at the thing she just killed. "What the fuck is going on?"
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This was not what she was expecting after following the energy trace. Not at all.
This was more than she could ask for.
She's setting traps in the ground -- small pieces of metal with some crystal and silicon hammered into the ground in triangular patterns. Anyone or anything that walks in the middle of one of them will be instantaneously trapped in a dimensional distortion and sent into her TARDIS lab.
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However, he saw Babel's entry in the journal. She's hurt, and she's probably the only person left in this city that he gives half a fuck about. Fuck it, he thought. You only live once. Might as well try to do some good in the world before it all goes boom.
He's headed to the Conrad to do just that. Rusty Hunt, doing good. His father would have a stroke if he knew, which is almost enough to make Rusty want to call him up and share the news, himself.
The Conrad's not far ahead. Despite the screaming and roaring, this feels pretty fucking good, and then a triangle traps him and he disappears.
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If Jo had known today was going to be one of those days, she wouldn't have gone on one of her fruitless job hunts--not the job but a job because a restless Joanna Beth is a dangerous thing. She would have arrived earlier (later, would it have really made a difference?) and she would have made sure she had her shot gun with her.
None of these things happen. It's one-thirty when Jo returns to the hotel, to find there isn't any of it left and in its wake, utter chaos. A monster--unlike anything she's ever seen before in size and disfigurement--charges toward her in heavy, thundering steps. It's not a demon. It's not something she can salt and burn ( ... )
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It hasn't helped.
Half the Organization's leaders have just vanished; Adam has vanished, and Aaron is in Russia, and she's been suppressing minor factions vying for local control until the rest of the true Factions can pull their heads out of their collective asses enough to work out what's happening now. It's enough to drive a girl batty ( ... )
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The beast's confusion gives Jo plenty of time to drive her fist into his face, bashing its face in.
She's got a mean right hook, Jo Harvelle, and she's not afraid to use it.
The grip around her neck lessens, and Jo drops to the floor in one fell swoop.
Jo picks herself up again, chest heaving. She recognizes the woman immediately, eyes taking in the wings in stunned realization. She doesn't give herself much time to wonder about them.
First thing's first. "Please tell me you brought ammo."
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Her wings flex, clawing the air reflexively. Honestly, most things she can take care of with the strength in her arms, the claws on her wings, and whatever weapons her enemies happen to be carrying. This is a bit larger scale than the trouble she usually finds on the streets.
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After a brief stop at home -- and thank whatever he lives downtown -- he's at the Conrad, about fifteen minutes after he left the coffee shop. He very well might have sped the entire way there. But nothing, not traffic nor red lights nor, hell, that monster he had to swerve to avoid, was going to keep him away from the last place he knew his sister was.
He leaves almost everything in the car but his phone, his journal and his wallet; he even peels off his t-shirt and throws that in just before slamming the door. The a-shirt underneath has the tailored slits in them and he knows there's no way he can keep his wings in much longer ( ... )
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"I'll-- I'll have to find someone who might have more comprehensive lists of the lost," she says. She really wants to believe Jessi wasn't down there. There's a chance, right? He said she was visiting the Conrad, but there have to be plenty of people who aren't-- who didn't. Who made it.
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He does spare her a glance, before hauling up a chunk of concrete that he logically shouldn't have been able to (thank god for angelic strength) and handing it off to said behemoth. "I doubt they've got one yet," he says.
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"Kaden," she says, taking in a long breath. "Do you mind explaining to me why you have wings?"
This is probably not what they should be talking about right now, but well, she's going to squat next to him and start digging through the rubble herself. They might as well talk while they dig.
So they don't have to think about Jessi being possibly down there.
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