[Open] Tower Apartments Event

[thepull_mods]

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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[getswhinedat]

[ FUCK THIS. But no, okay, Bobby is old hat enough with unexpected damage to property to be grateful the building hasn't gone down and he's not dead. That doesn't stop him from swearing up a storm and cursing luck in general, but he's still all about the surviving.

He should probably get John or something. Make the jackass help him gather what little collection of hunting supplies he's managed to put together and get the hell outta dodge. It feels like the wisest course of action. Keep an eye open for strays who can't remember which way the exits are.

Damn, he hopes the stairs aren't missing pieces. ]

[refrigeratormom]

[God only knows where John is. Unfortunately, Mary sure as shit ain't God.

What she is is a Greeter-slash-hunter who just nearly shit her pants. And, okay, may or may not have dropped into an old-style bomb drill position hiding behind the couch. She emerges from crash position, coughing and swatting through clouds of plaster dust and screams out in instinct, squinting through the dust.]

Bobby? Bobby!

[She can't tell yet, but all of the plaster is coming from a huge crack in the ceiling- her own apartment is so far undamaged.]

[getswhinedat]

Goddamn it- [ Bobby come on the language- oh wait, he doesn't care at this point. If someone in the building didn't almost shit their pants, well, they need their priorities looked at. He basically took up bracing himself until the building settled down and was decidedly not going to settle down after going down. He starts picking his way through the dust clouds as best he can from the sound of Mary's voice.

Now to utilize his amazing powers of concern while he does that!! ]

Broken bones, missing parts?

[refrigeratormom]

Don't think so.

[Wonder twin powers ACTIVATE.]

You?

[She knows the apartment well enough to pick through to where he was last time she saw him- slowly, in case he's on the floor, even though given the evenness in his voice she thinks it's unlikely.]

[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?

[makes_asteroids]

[He threw on his uniform - no cape, just black suit, bellowed for Jubilee, sent a text to Spiderman and a telepathic call to Emma, and took Jubilee with him to the towers. He'll stabilize what he can, while looking for Kitty, rendering aid and evacuation where possible, and directing those needing shelter to various places. The HoA is open for refugees.]

[abrotherlikeyou]

[Lucifer appears. He's not touching the rubble, not moving to help. He looks only vaguely curious--after all, his pet is alive, and Michael wouldn't have been hurt by it anyway, so he doesn't care who's injured.]

What happened?

[makes_asteroids]

[His eyes are faintly glowing. Scanning, looking for pockets of people, air pockets, places to shore up. Most importantly, for second bombs or traps. He's just very calm, despite being hyperaware of his surroundings. He doesn't turn his head to look in Lucifer's direction or pause for even a nanosecond.]

Bomb. Terrorist attack. SPPD received a vague threat a few days ago. This is either the threat or a distraction.

[His voice is level and quiet. He is a terrorist, he knows what this is and what it could be. He knows what he would do.]

[abrotherlikeyou]

Mm. Threat from who?

[He picks up a rock, examines it, and drops it again.]

After sirens -- OPEN

[icy_heavens]

[Some part of Hitsugaya wants to be surprised that all this is happening. You know, faith in humanity and all that. But . . . he's really not.

[People seem to have the evacuation efforts well enough in hand, but after the Darkness falls, there is need for those who can fight to cover the others' escapes. And that's what he's here for.

[His zanpakutou is released to shikai level -- no sense in going overboard -- and anyone who looks up will be able to see Hyourinmaru cut an icy swathe through the sky, plowing through any monsters that dare come too close.

[He'll be here as long as he needs to be, until everyone is accounted for.]

This okay??

[summing_it_up]

[Feeling the after-effects on the seventh floor is just as bad as feeling it on any of the other levels. Thankfully for Hiccup, he was given a room in Tower One. In a way, this is considered 'lucky' for him.

This time, anyway.

Still doesn't help that the blasts threw him bodily across the room with all the broken glass. He's use to it. And even if he recovers as fast as he can, seeing this sight is something he wasn't expecting now that he's in this city.

Gaping out the now-open window at the ice dragon for almost a full minute is probably not the best thing to do in an emergency situation.]

Totally cool.

[icy_heavens]

[When Hitsugaya notices someone sitting slack-jawed in the window, he doesn't know whether to roll his eyes or smack his forehead at the stupidity. In the end, neither is a good choice, because he's here to help.

[He sends Hyourinmaru straight past that window, slamming into yet another Darkness monster while he stands on a reiatsu platform right next to this idiot who won't stop staring.] What do you think you're doing? Stop gawking and get out of there.

Hurray!

[summing_it_up]

[He jerks back sharply as the dragon flies across, too close for comfort but also, to a certain degree, nothing new to him. Green eyes then dart back over toward the Tenth Captain, still wider than usual.]

I- I'm gonna do that! This is just surprising to me since, well, I just got here.

Tower 2, 7th Floor, Room 709

[sonatas_edge]

[It happened so fast, his head was spinning. Or that could be because of the fact that at some point something fast and hard had whacked him in the temple. Then there was the heat searing itself into the right side of his back. And the smoke building up in the rubble, billowing through the torn foundations of the seventh floor.

Soul groaned. He was half on his side, and half on his front. A bubble of nausea rocketed through him and he just barely stopped himself from vomiting. A part of him registered that that was a sign of a concussion, but the rest of him felt odd, almost too weak and in pain than he should be. He tested the movement of his limbs first, glad to find that none were broken as far as he could tell.

But then his ribs and shoulder blades flared up in agony. The wings under his shirt and jacket were being crushed by a large piece of concrete and he was vaguely sure by the feel of it when he tried to move them, one was almost severed. Then he tasted blood coming up his throat.

Fantastic.]

OOC: anyone who wants to save Soul can receive anonymous tip-off pictures from the House

[icanhashearth]

[There's a butterfly near him, perched on a spit of scaffolding, wings glinting as they shift slightly back and forth, reflecting different angles. The House is doing the only thing it can do - taking pictures, trying to coordinate and get help where it's needed.]

OOC: awesome, thanks!

[sonatas_edge]

[Soul notices the butterfly but doesn't think much of it. He's concussed and trapped, he's got more important things on his mind, but it's obvious that he's conscious and able to move a bit. First he needs someone to get this thing off of him.]

Ohai

[regeneratesalot]

[ Claire is running frantically around the apartments, screaming down hallways for people. She's running on pure adrenaline, making it feasible for her to run to the floors the rescue people were a little slower in getting to.

She stops in the hallway, catching her breath for a moment before shoutimg out. It was nearly impossible to see anything, with all of the collected dust and debris already all over. ] Does anybody need help?