paixaorpg | Falling Sky [active/open]

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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.

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At least Laharl had somewhat an idea of where his father had probably gone, given he'd gone out to get some groceries, so it didn't take long to find him. It was especially easier with him using doppelgangers, not to mention his new appearance... he stood out even more. Laharl was still hardly used to it.

"Old man!" he called out, as he neared his father who he'd just watched catch a large chunk of the ceiling. In Laharl's arms was his mother, unconscious.

A familiar voice managed to grab Krichevskoy's attention. He spared Laharl a glance to make sure his son was all right, only for his breath to catch as he realized who it was in his arms.

Krichevskoy twisted his body, guiding the chunk of ceiling to a heavy rest nearby, and ran over to Laharl's side, looking from him to Gwen and back again. "Are you all right? What happened? Is she...?" Laharl seemed too... together for that to be the case, but he still couldn't help but worry.

"Mom... she needs healing, but I think she'll be okay," Laharl told him, as he held her out a little, trying to urge him to take her.

"The apartment just started collapsing around us," he explained, not feeling like he really needed to waste his breath explaining what probably caused it--it was pretty obvious.

Krichevskoy grimaced. He had had a feeling something like that would happen the moment the first chunk of ceiling had fallen here, and he kicked himself for taking so long to get groceries. He moved to take Gwen from Laharl's arms. "And everyone else is fine as well?" he asked, noticing that Flonne wasn't there.

"Yeah... Flonne stayed behind to try to help people," he replied, as he set Gwen into Krichevskoy's arms; as soon as he had her, Laharl backed up.

"I gotta go find her... Get Mom somewhere safe."

While Flonne could be perfectly fine, at the same time, he wasn't leaving the city without her. "We'll meet up with you later."

Krichevskoy nodded. Good. Everyone was accounted for--for now. "Is the church at the end of the island too far?" It was the most obvious landmark, but if it was too far for them he could find another.

"Good enough," was Laharl's response. It wouldn't take him and Flonne long to get there, and from there they could go up to the Netherworld floor or something, so it made sense.

"I will try to find a healer on the way," he said, and turned to leave.

The grip between the two was different. Certainly it was familiar, and Gwen sunk into the warmth, ducking her head. Externally she looked fine, except for her frequent need to slip out of consciousness once and awhile. Internally, though, was anyone's guess. It wasn't anything fatal, though.

She opened her eyes and tilted her head to the side, against his chest, to look up at her husband, and awkwardly patted him. "It's alright, honey." Paixao falling around them aside.

"It will be soon," he assured her, dodging another chunk of ceiling that fell nearby. "I will find someone to help as soon as we are out of this place." At least they were closer to the exit than most others were.

He glanced down at her with concern. "Are you doing all right?" he asked her. Laharl had given him an answer, but her...

Did you really think she was going to give you a better answer than Laharl? He shouldn't have to worry (of course, if the situation were reversed and he was hiding the truth from her, he would have been in a lot of trouble).

So in the process of trying to tell him that she was fine, she started to cough again, which dissolved into a strange chuckle. Well alright. No completely hiding it. "I'll manage," she said at last.

She wasn't lying to him, but the fact that she couldn't say anything about it made him worry all the more. "Hold on tight," he told her, and tried to shift his grip on her as gently as possible while he picked up speed. As he ran, Krichevskoy's cape shifted into a pair of wings and he took to the air.

It was quicker than just running, and hopefully smoother.

Gwen had no trouble holding on tight. She looked down at the mess that was becoming of the city that she had been in for over four months. It was awful.

"I wish I could help," she said with a sigh, but she did acknowledge her limits when family wasn't involved. Still, it pained her to not be down there, helping. She tucked her face back against him. "At least I know you and Laharl and Flonne are safe..." She smiled, thinking about the latter two.

"We can try to do more once it is over," he said to her, trying hard not to pay too much attention to the destruction. It was difficult enough knowing that places that carried so many memories were being crushed without seeing it for himself.

Krichevskoy managed to quirk a small smile of his own. "It would take more than this to defeat me. Especially now."

"I'd like that," she agreed. "And I knew you would've been fine. It was a reassuring thought." Though she had wanted him there, but Laharl turned things around when she thought she would lose him.

He could only imagine just how tense the situation there had been, what with Flonne being the strongest out of the three (and even then she had always seemed better with magic than melee to him). That Laharl managed to make it out of there with Gwen was nothing short of--

Wait.

Krichevskoy frowned. "Did Laharl carry you there?" He thought Laharl was carrying her at the time, but it had been a minor part of everything else that had been occurring at the time. Only now did the thought occur to him that Laharl should not have been able to do that.

If Krichevskoy looked down, he would see that Gwen was smiling - maybe even grinning. Laharl was doing better with his diminished strength and power, but getting her out and all the way to her husband without any sign of strain... that was still more than he would have been able to do while sealed.

"He did," was all she said, giving him time to keep connecting the dots.

It didn't take very long for him to do so once that was confirmed. "When did he--?" How had he broken the seal? Krichevskoy couldn't even figure it out. If Laharl had forced it open...

Well, that could be taken care of once they were all safe.

"Nn, I suppose it is just good that he did."

"At the apartment. It was pretty hectic," Gwen admitted, after she tried to think of a way to tell him without making him feel guilty. Saying "Flonne and I were trapped" probably wouldn't be a good plan. "You'll have to ask him when we're all to safety though."

"I think I will." Yes, there would be a lot of questions for Laharl once all was said and done.

Krichevskoy landed not too far outside the gate, his cape regaining its former shape. He took a few more steps and hesitantly turned around to look at the damage.

It was terrible. The spots where one could see inside were getting larger and larger, and he could hear the people screaming inside. Krichevskoy could only stare at the chaos, his stomach twisting.

He knew he shouldn't have looked. It hurt more than he thought it would have.

Gwen reached up one hand to his chin and pulled his face away from the sight to make him meet her eyes.

"Don't look."

Gwen had seen enough already for the two of them.

"M, Mn..." He kept his eyes on her as he turned and began walking through the fields toward the church. "I suppose that will make helping harder than I thought."

Gwen nodded, face falling with sadness. "Yes..." She sighed. As much as she didn't want him to look...

"Krichevskoy," she said his name with almost... command. "You have to go back. You have to help everyone you can. Double that, to make up for what I can't do. I can make it to the church," which was obvious where he was taking her, there was nothing else out this way. "And I'm sure there's others already near it." If not, she could start healing herself in spurts once she rested. One wasn't supposed to be their own doctor, but she would be able to manage until there were others.

"You're the most powerful man I know." He was never a Mid-Boss to her. "You have to be there."

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"I will," he assured her. "Once I am sure you are safe." She had fallen unconscious so many times already just getting out of the domes. He wasn't about to risk her doing serious damage to herself on the way to the church, especially not alone.

"If we find someone on the way I will go earlier, but only then."

Well, she really couldn't argue with it, as much as she wanted to. She would do the same if the situation was reversed, after all.

"Once I'm safe, then," she confirmed.

Once she was healed, maybe she could try to set things up for others at the church. Maybe she could ask Krichevskoy to bring back supplies they could use until the city finished shifting and was stable again. Blankets, that sort of thing. Stuff they couldn't find on the other floors.

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