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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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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."

Edited 2012-07-25 04:51 (UTC)

"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.

It wasn't long before they reached the church, Krichevskoy having flown most of the way. He had been mostly silent for the majority of the trip, that last look at the collapsing dome burned into his mind.

They had said their home had been destroyed. So many memories lost in the rubble. Memories of a happy family being rebuilt, of reunitings and nights spent together after so many centuries.

All of that... gone.

He knew it couldn't stay. They were going to have to leave that apartment behind sometime in order to go home. But he didn't expect it to be like this.

Krichevskoy set Gwen down gently. "I may something in my inventory," he murmured, and started perusing through it. He couldn't guarantee the taste would be good to her, though.

Gwen had full intention of putting her all into rebuilding that home. She knew as well as anyone that they couldn't stay in it forever, but there was a quiet terror in her that was afraid of going back to the Netherworld - the real Netherworld, not the castle floor. She wasn't often reminded of that terror, but times like this...

She sat with her legs stretched out, leaning her upper body back to give her insides any breathing room it might need. She tried to remember if, before, she could see the domed city from the church. Had she ever turned around to look when she had gone to the other floors? She just couldn't remember.

"Even if it's something small, it'll help. I just need a start, some energy and rest, and I'll be able to work on healing myself."

After a moment, and with some surprise, Krichevskoy pulled out a bottle of thick, blue, glowing liquid and handed it to her. "Here. This should help." And she would have some energy to use a few healing spells afterward, hopefully. He hadn't been expecting to find a Soma among the usual random equipment.

Ah, that was a relief that he did have something. She took it and uncapped the top, giving it a sniff and holding back a cringe. She's probably had worse. She's probably brewed worse, back in her early, early days of witchcraft.

"Bottom's up." Toasting to Krichevksoy, she downed the Soma. It was about as horrid as she expected it would be, but she was quickly feeling the effects coast through her. She let out a breath and set down the bottle, then finally began making a mental check of where she felt hurt the most and what needed healing first, and started to get to work. At least she wasn't nodding off anymore.

"I can manage things here," she said to him without looking, staying sharply focused on her healing.

Krichevskoy didn't think the Somas tasted particularly bad, but he was likely biased. It was better than chugging the usual BBQ Sauce or (ugh) an Opened Drink. You could never tell who had already got to those, and in the latter's case, the reward was hardly worth the risk.

He didn't move for a moment, watching Gwen closely with a small frown, but after that moment had passed and he was sure she really was going to be all right and she was setting about to healing herself, he nodded. "Be safe," he told her. "Laharl and Flonne should be here soon."

With that, Krichevskoy turned, took a few steps, and flew off back toward the domes.

His father had been right, more or less; it wasn't too much later before Laharl could be seen briskly approaching the church, with Flonne, quite literally, in tow. It didn't take him long to pick out his mother sitting against the church wall.

"Mom!"

His steps quickened as he rushed towards her, completely forgetting he still had a grip on Flonne.

"Ah, Gwen-sa-UUUAH?" Flonne broke off as Laharl tugged her with more force than she expected, resulting in her tripping over her own feet to keep balance. Not that she really minded...all his old strength back at a time like this? She could deal with being dragged a little.

And it spared her from trying to put into words her feelings that, of all times, decided to manifest out in the open.

Poking her head to the side behind Laharl, she gazed down at Gwen in silent concern.

Gwen had returned to resting. She'd seen to a few injured others, as well as, of course, herself, and now it just seemed... quiet. Eerily so. She wanted to do more, to go back and help, but she knew that leaving would only worry her family if they arrived and she was gone, and even if she left a message on the journals, well... they might miss it, to be honest.

And speaking of family... there was Laharl and Flonne. Gwen wondered if they had spoken at all about Flonne's little kiss that she had caught sight of, but it was probably unlikely. Gwen might just be observing the two of them a bit more than before now though...

...it just made her heart swell.

She stood and moved to meet them, smiling. "Good, you two made it. I sent Krichevskoy back to the city to help. Are either of you hurt?"

Vast amounts of relief spread over him as Laharl watched his mother stand. While he was sure she'd be okay... it was still a relief, none-the-less.

Laharl shook his head, biting his tongue from the 'of course not', he almost uttered. "I'm... fine, Mom," he replied, glancing back at Flonne, "And she is... too." Mid-sentence he turned red, realizing he still had his hand around Flonne's wrist.

Her wrist was promptly dropped, arm quickly wrapping across his chest, the other following, as he quickly now looked away. Hopefully no one they'd passed on the way had been paying any attention.

As soon as Laharl glanced down at their hands, Flonne blushed anew as well, snatching her hand back at the same time, also looking away. "A-Ah, no, we're fine, but..." She quickly moved away from Laharl to stand by Gwen's side, taking the woman's hand. "I completely forgot to heal you before I went back into the apartment building...I'm so sorry, Gwen-san! I'll cast a healing spell now, okay?" She avoiding looking at Laharl entirely, all too aware of his presence and nearness.

Edited 2012-09-13 02:37 (UTC)

(Krichevskoy wouldn't have left her if she was still too injured, though she certainly would have pressed him into going, whether he wanted to or not.)

Gwen had to turn away as she caught the two blushing, she had to hide the smile that broke out over her face. Surely it would only embarrass them more. She busied herself with... well... there wasn't much for her to busy herself with now, and took instead to fiddling with the empty Soma bottle that she still had on hand.

"Oh! It's no worry, Flonne. I took care of it myself after Krichevskoy brought me here." She glanced over her shoulder to Flonne, and at least her large, open smile could be attested to her feeling better and not at all because of how the two were acting.

"Ah," Laharl murmured. It was easy to forget his mother did have some magic ability of her own. Whenever he thought of his mother, it hadn't really been part of her he'd really remembered.

"Where'd he go then?" he then asked, realizing his father didn't seem to be around here at all.

"Oh....r-right." Flonne let her hands drop, releasing Gwen's hand. She glanced at Laharl when he spoke, but only briefly, turning to peer towards their surroundings for any signs of allies.

"I sent him back to the city to help everyone there, since I couldn't," she replied. "I don't imagine he'll be back anytime soon."

He better not be, anyway, otherwise she's sending him right on back, and maybe having him bring her with him, too.

"Yeah, probably not," Laharl agreed, looking back towards the city, knowing full well what a mess it was there. Briefly he contemplated going back himself, though he wasn't sure if pushing himself right now was a very good idea--he'd only just undone the seal after all.

"I... guess we should just wait for him here," Laharl said after a moments thought.

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