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Falling Sky [active/open]
Character(s): Anyone and everyone
Content: The domes are falling!
Setting: Entirety of Paixao
Time: Week 42
Warnings: Probably violence and injury.
Note: This will be multi-thread style. Feel free to toss your characters wherever they may be!
There was a loud bang and suddenly the painted skies of Paixao began to crack. Angels and clouds separated from the mural they had once been apart of and began to fell to the earth, crushing anyone and anything they managed to land on.
They were the first, but they certainly weren't the last.
Content: The domes are falling!
Setting: Entirety of Paixao
Time: Week 42
Warnings: Probably violence and injury.
Note: This will be multi-thread style. Feel free to toss your characters wherever they may be!
There was a loud bang and suddenly the painted skies of Paixao began to crack. Angels and clouds separated from the mural they had once been apart of and began to fell to the earth, crushing anyone and anything they managed to land on.
They were the first, but they certainly weren't the last.
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Maybe something HAD fallen on her head? She was sure acting weird either way. Laharl followed behind, coming a stop again when she nearly crashed into a street lamp.
"You idiot... what the hell is wrong with you?" he questioned her, now feeling certain something was up. Flonne was a klutz, but that was pretty bad, even for her. He reached out, attempting to grab her by the arm, to make sure she wouldn't just take off on him. "And no saying nothing!"
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A loud crack sounded somewhere off in the distance. Squeezing her eyes shut, Flonne cried out, "This isn't the time...!"
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"We'll t-talk about this later, or something, alright?" he suggested, sounding a little awkward for a moment as the thought of the subject they'd need to talk about came to mind. He shoved it from his thoughts quickly. Her kissing him could wait.
Releasing her pretty quickly, he passed her by several steps, starting in the direction they'd been heading; he paused, however. "Come on," Laharl said, glancing to her over his shoulder then holding a hand out to her, looking away again.