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[judgmentdivine]

[OOC: this will be a purely action post, but folks are welcome to respond on the NOC or utilize the mental connection with the angel if they like, makes me no never mind.]

[Thunder rumbled. Oddly enough, 'twas not the angel's doing. He kept his perch atop the high tower, staring intently off towards the west. He could see them, slowly shuffling

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[judgmentdivine]

[The answering thought is a bit wavering, not entirely cognizant, but familiar nonetheless.]

...Cloud? I hear you, my friend...

[judgmentdivine]

[Even in his own web of confusion, Michael still tries to soothe and calm him.]

I...am not sure. But, worry not, I am unhurt...

[Although suffering a righteous migraine.]

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[freedomonwings]

[Never having to actually deal with Zombies before, and hoping that she really never needed to again, Shiva in Hell, Cissnei unfortnatly wasted about a quarter of her bullets until she learned the golden rule of aiming for the head to kill the damn things.

At the time the darkness spread across the western end of the city, she had been crouching on the rooftops, NOC in one hand as the other caught and sent out Rekka to attempt to slow down the wave of oncoming...things.

Startled by the new development, the Turk slowly pulled back-tatical retreat, of course- to where the epicenter of the force had been, searching around to see if anyone had been caught up in it, but not finding anything, looking in the wrong area.]

Hey! Anyone over here?

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[judgmentdivine]

[He both heard and felt her coming, but drained as he was, Michael didn't even bother getting up from where he'd fallen. Father above, but he hurt! And he absolutely refused to dwell on what it was that had knocked him out of his flight; that he'd deal with later.

But he lifted his head, cuts and bruises instantly healed over from impact with the unforgiving concrete and, too tired to speak, send out a questioning thought, recognizing the mind approaching.]

...Cissnei...

[panterakitten]

[His ears are swiveling around, perking upwards with a few flicks. He's curious as to what he's hearing, even if it's in his head. He was in the middle of grooming, his pink tongue still sticking out]

Where is voice coming from?

[judgmentdivine]

From me, little one. I did not mean to startle thee, Sebast...

[The thought ends on a tired groan.]

[panterakitten]

But Mister is coming from Sebast's head. [Gasp] Did Sebast eat angel on accident?!

[judgmentdivine]

Worry not, little one. Are you safe?