paixaorpg | Falling Sky [active/open]

At first, Priere thought it was just a simple earthquake... a powerful one, but just an earthquake, nothing to be worried about. And then... a piece of the false sky came down, crashing through the roof of a nearby house.

She had never been so glad and happy to be out of the apartment.

The streets of Vanaheim were suddenly filled with screaming people, running away in every directions, most of them with no clear goal except not getting hit by the debris. Priere however, immediately dashed towards the gate.

Or at least she would have... if the crowd wasn't in the way... and the debris too. A chunk of the roof loosened over her, letting down a rain of smaller rocks and debris over a large section of the street. She twirled her baton out, sending out baton doubles and wind over her head, destroying some of the pieces and pushing some more back.

For now at least.

Edited 2012-07-23 07:13 (UTC)

"...No!"

She'd found nothing terribly suspicious in the ceiling. Not to her, anyways. She'd only checked a few spots, and she was SURE she hadn't done enough damage to cause this, but it was hard not to feel like what she'd done hadn't somehow played a part in this. It was too coincidental for what she had done, hadn't had something to do with this.

Still, HOW? How could it have caused this?

Twilight quickly shoved those thoughts aside best she could. There wasn't time to think about why right now. She had to do what she could to help people.

Running into the crowds, her horn shined brightly as she used her magic to stop a large chunk of falling ceiling, diverting it safely away.

"Wh... What...?"

Zidane just stared as dome began to shatter around him. Bad enough that he didn't know where Dagger was, but with this happening? He could only hope she was safe. ...Was it his brother's doing? He hadn't heard from Kuja lately either. Didn't even know if he was okay. Didn't even know if he was still in the city, but y'know, with stuff not blowing up, Zidane figured Kuja was keeping out of trouble and it was better if Zidane didn't try to involve himself with his brother (especially after the last time).

Zidane's seen Kuja make a mess of a place... but...

No. Now wasn't the time to think. He had to find Dagger, and he had to help anyone he could on the way. He flipped down from a balcony and rushed for the nearest cluster of natives.

"Don't just stand there, we gotta move! The whole thing looks like it might come down! Joutenheim Gate's the nearest, we need to get you all out of the city!"

"No!" A woman tore away from him, horrified. "We can't leave the city!"

"What? Come on! You can't stay here! Can't you see it isn't safe?" He stepped towards her again.

She screamed and scratched her hand across his face. He stumbled back, more out of shock than anything. He looked to the others in the group, but they were shuffling away from him more and more, and not towards the gates.

He shook himself out of his stupor, though it was too late for him to catch sight of the piece of falling dome. His eyes met those of a painted angel as he lunged for the group, trying to push them out of the way, but a corner of the dome knocked him back before he could reach anyone and he rolled away to the ground on his side.

He wished he could block the sound that followed out of his mind as he groaned and pushed himself up on his hands and stared, eyes widening in horror at the scene before him.

He... there couldn't have been any survivors from that...

Zidane just sat back, stricken, unable to move. He wanted to help get people out, and now he himself needed help to get moving again.

Why didn't... why didn't they just listen to him...

He'd had a bad feeling about today. Not that Laharl could put his finger on just WHY, exactly. His senses had felt so dull since he'd managed to seal his demon half; it was more than a little disconcerting for the young overlord. He was used to having extremely sharp senses, but now he felt almost blind sometimes.

Laharl didn't today need much in the way of senses, however, to notice the sudden rumble and hear the sound of what sounded like something crashing into the roof above them.

Then, before he'd barely began to process what was happening, the world around him began to fall apart.

Hades was properly giddy in all this. It's like the games in the coliseum, only better! He hadn't had this good of entertainment in awhile. It's actually kind of nice not being the keystone of destruction, because it means no one was harping on him, trying to stop him and keeping him from getting a real show.

So this was a pretty sweet change. Hades was, quite literally, situated atop City Hall in a slimy dark lounge chair, his journal on his lap and a conjured bucket of popcorn, still laughing it up. Keeping him sheltered from any falling dome is a fiery umbrella, burning up anything that might threaten to hit him.

It gives him plenty of time for other things.

Below, more fleeing people took a hit. "OH YEAH!" He pumped a fist, throwing popcorn over the side with his other hand. "Ten points! Woo!"

Hey guys, it's everyone's favorite mayor! You know, the one who hasn't actually been playing a very active role in communicating with the Outsiders of the city. But come on now, men have their priorities. Politicians certainly do. And Praetoris'? It was getting out of the city as fast as Paixaoianly possible.

So if yor happen to see a flash of blonde bolt past you, it very well could have been Praetoris.

It's not like he could issue any city-wide messages when his journal (and quite possibly his office) was being flattened. He couldn't make any comment of the situation if he was dead. And boy, did he have words. This kind of terrible thing is exactly what he was talking about!

He's followed by an entourage of his staff that he managed to rustle out from under their desks at the first quakes, his and all their arms filled to the brim with paperwork. The closer he got to the gate, the more they start freezing up, and it got harder herding them on.

...if you do manage to stop Praetoris, don't expect him to be completely coherent. He's been lucky to keep his staff to hold it together. Sort of. He's not doing so good himself. His city is practically collapsing around him. Keeping running towards Niflheim was about the only thing that's keeping him from losing his cool. And possibly his lunch.

The first thought the Doctor had was of the TARDIS. He'd left her parked near Iriela apartments, after having stayed near Yuna for so long - but Yuna was gone now, and there was no longer any reason to stay there. Well, his future wife seemed to like it and all, but really, neither of them were the sort to stay in one place for long. Then again, being brought here, of all places, had put a damper on things.

He had to move quickly, but that wasn't easy, what with the panicking crowds and falling debris. But he wouldn't give up; he couldn't just leave his TARDIS behind. So he ran, trying to be as little of an obstruction as possible.

Edited 2012-07-23 14:01 (UTC)

Up at the apex of the dome, Urd hovered along with her angel. An aura of light surrounding them both, it took all the goddess' concentration to keep the dome from falling further...but it still wasn't enough. The cracks and crumbling rained huge chunks of ceiling and decoration onto the town below and there was nothing she could do to stop that. Sweating slightly, she gritted her teeth and pushed with her power. Times like these, she wished she could unseal her power. If Belldandy or Genie were here, they'd save the day in no time flat.

If they were here...

Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried out wordlessly as she was pummeled with chunks of plaster. It was up to everyone else to save those who needed saving. It was only a matter of time until Urd had to let the dome fall.

"Head down to the right, now!" In the panic, a deep, authoritarian voice cut through. Jade stood at a cross road, gesturing people to what he'd judged the safest route out of the city. Cutting through the alleyways would make short time, but he worried about the stampede of frightened townsfolk trampling each other. Before he could give that much more thought, a thunderous crack sounded above.

Immediately, Jade unleashed his spear from his arms in a pillar of green light. Then, raising the spear, he called out, "Thunder Lance!" Lightening appeared from nowhere, striking the chunk of debris and blowing it back into a nearby building he hoped was empty.

It wasn't like Tear to feel particularly fidgety, but this wasn't exactly a common occurrence. Being able to spend time alone with Luke didn't happen often and when it did... she seemed to find herself a little flustered. This was certainly one of those occasions, as she nervously traced the edges of the napkin she had laid across her lap.

"This... this is a nice place, isn't it? Quieter than I thought it would be -- " Oh, why couldn't she think of anything better to say. Why couldn't she tell him that she was glad to be here, with him? Just the two of them? Why couldn't she --

But a loud, sudden crack in the distance interrupted her thoughts, as she suddenly pushed her chair out from the table, her eyes widening at the volume of it. Thunder? No that wasn't -- she turned to Luke, her expression slightly panic-stricken.

There were few things Jecht wanted more than to get out of Paixao -- but he hadn't been expecting it to go down like this. Sure, destruction of the place was all well and good -- but not while they were all still inside. He managed well enough to dodge the crumbling sky, running through the streets with his barefeet, oblivious to the debris underfoot.

"Where the hell are we supposed to find shelter in this mess?!" he yelled.

Although she was reluctant to do so -- the falling sky had made it impossible to stay in her apartment. She hadn't been able to find any of the others, waiting as long as she could for the young knight in particular. But he hadn't been home in awhile now and... as difficult as it was to admit, there was a chance that he may not even be within the confines of Paixao anymore.

But Terra needed to do something; people were suffering just outside her door, and the orphanage in particular was a great concern of hers. With Eden's bottle tucked safely in her belt (since she was certain the genie could handle herself quite well on her own...) she set off towards the building at breakneck speed, casting a Tornado spell just ahead of her to prevent some of the larger pieces from falling on the small building. "You need to leave! Everyone! You need to get somewhere safe!"

It was the bang that alerted her to something being wrong.

Donna had been walking through the fields, towards the church, where she knew her Doctor's TARDIS was hidden. A loud bang coming from the city caught her attention, and she turned to see the dome collapsing in on itself.

"No!" She shouted, even though her brain knew her vocalizing wouldn't change anything. The domes were far away at this point, and she knew she wouldn't make it back to the city before major damage was done. So, she ran the other way, towards the church.

"Doctor!" she shouted, running in. "The city! It's... Doctor?" She stopped when she was met with silence. The Doctor wasn't there. She went back out, going behind the building this time to find the blue box carefully hidden there. She went in, knowing he would be inside.

"Doctor?" She called out to the empty space... not there either. That meant... Donna walked back to where she could see the city crumbling down on itself. "Oh no."

Unsurprisingly, Ma was underground when the dome cracked. She didn't even hear it from where she was, humming to herself, starting a new branch of tunnel off from her den. She had only taken pause after the first few rumbles - shock waves from nearby buildings being hit.

Curiosity won out, and the meerkat changed routes and dug her way to the surface, working hard to break the through the ground above, but finally her head popped out and she got a good look. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, not at this level. She jumped out, taking the sentry position, and scanning all around her. She could feel the tremors beneath her feet. She just knew something wasn't right, but what...

Her ears twitched at more cracking and finally she looked up and her jaw dropped. Ma never paid much attention to the dome above. It was strange to her, but she could never really make out much to it. If there was a vulture flying overhead, she'd be fine, but her sight wasn't too good.

This, however, Ma could see, and she scurried right back into the hole she created, down into the tunnel, rushing back towards her den. What to do, what to do, what to do... Maybe if she dug herself deeper? Yes! That could work! Would there be time?

Clearly not. No sooner had she started, her den collapsed in on itself, a jagged piece of the dome practically becoming a drill as it pushed through and grazing her side. For a creature of her size, it was enough, and if she didn't give herself a heartattack first from how quickly her heart was beating, trying to un-bury herself while injured might just do it. The surface wasn't too far at least, but she could feel the crumbled dirt pushing against her wound as she continued to try and free herself in a overly-panicked scramble.

She needed help. Badly.

What had started as a short trip to the store for a few items for that night's dinner had turned into a mad scramble as Krichevskoy desperately tried to dodge the falling pieces of the domes while protecting the fleeing citizens from harm. Bolt after bolt of energy was tossed upward in an attempt to break the larger pieces apart and minimize the damage, but there was just too much even after he split into four.

He couldn't stay here forever. Laharl and Flonne and Gwen, they were on their own, and Laharl was without his strength. But the people here were in just as much danger, and Krichevskoy couldn't hold this split forever.

A loud crack came from above and behind and Krichevskoy turned only to nearly come face-to-face with a piece of the dome over twice as big as himself. He managed to catch it, but the lapse in concentration snapped the doppelgangers out of existence.

He hissed in a breath through his teeth. He was never going to make it back in time at this rate.

Damn, damn, damn! First a house, now the entire place! What else was going to be dropped on him, a planet?!

Mao hurriedly stuffed his Slaystation and a few games into his inventory, sparing a last look of farewell to the charger he had built for himself before bolting for the exit. Staying inside might as well have been a death sentence for all the room there was. He'd nearly been crushed once already in trying to get to his room.

He'd nearly made it out the door when a sudden thought struck him. "Yorda!" he exclaimed suddenly, turning on his heel to face into the dilapidated hospital. He couldn't remember if she was in there or not.

"O, Oi! Yorda!" She better not be in there. If she made him go back in there after he went through all the trouble of getting his things and getting out...

Edited 2012-07-24 05:42 (UTC)

The world was crumbling. That was nothing new to Alice, who'd had it happen to her more times than she would have liked, or liked to admit. But as the tremors began, she wondered if perhaps she was falling into her own mind again. And Wonderland was here, too - here, of all places. Why not? She must have completely lost it this time.

Unperturbed, the Londoner simply smoothed out her pantsuit - useful, for working in a shop like this - and waited for the fall to begin.

NiGHTS hadn't had an easy time of it. He was quick, of course, and nimble, but he'd been thoroughly unprepared for the very walls of the city to shake and shiver - and then crack, and crumble. Luckily for him, he was an expert flyer. Gritting his teeth, he wove and spun in the air, working to get away from the debris and out to the sky. The real sky. Even for NiGHTS, it was no easy feat, but he managed it well enough, and looked below once he had cleared his obstacles.

A strange twinge began in his heart upon seeing the people below. Should he help them? But no - what was he thinking? He didn't care about these people.

He didn't care at all.

It had taken Gourry a minute to realize something was wrong, to be honest. He was used to falling debris, really. He ran into it pretty much everywhere he went, so long as he traveled with Lina. The girl had a habit of losing her temper and making things -- well. Making them explode. If he wasn't being hit by her, he was being hit by falling bricks or some kind of stray pipe. It was just status quo, now.

But when another large something fell past the window they'd been eating beside and crashed against the street below, it was enough to get his attention. It seemed to have gotten the attention of other patrons, too -- people were craning their necks to look outside, and some of them had already begun to panic. His meal forgotten, Gourry rushed to his feet and took a sharp turn towards the door, hand at the pommel of his sword as he burst through it, snapping his gaze upwards only to see that the dome above had begun to come apart.

He could see the sky. He hadn't seen real sky since coming to Paixao. Grimacing, he looked over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes as he tried to gauge the number of people still inside the cafe. The only thing to do was evacuate, wasn't it?

"Alright, we gotta get everyone out of here, it ain't safe! The roof's comin' down!"

Xion had been on her way to talk to Timon when she looked up, staring into the sky as she heard something--

It didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on. She darted away from the piece about to land on her. The girl ran as fast as she could, but with the sky falling the way it was, she was luckily she wasn't completely crushed.

Xion stumbled over a fallen piece, slamming into the ground. Before she could get up, another piece fell onto her. Darkness seeped from where it had hit her legs. She wasn't really that badly hurt (well, at least not compared to what she was used to), but she was stuck. This... could be a problem.

There was something off in the air, Wolf felt the ground rumble. Then the smell, the smell of panic and fear, looking toward the sky. He realized the horror that was falling upon Paixao. Wolf eyes widen at the destruction that was occurring around him. No sooner he started to panic, he ran through the streets. His friends, he had to save his friends! He screamed out his friend’s names, of all that he knew, who was so close to him here. Wolf’s senses were going nothing but berserk at the falling sky. Tears were in his eyes as he ran though each debris.

Edited 2012-09-11 04:39 (UTC)

Streets of Vanaheim

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Actua Are / J7 area, moving towards Joutenheim Gate. [MAJOR VIOLENCE WARNING ;;; oops]

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atop of City Hall, so unlikely anyone else will drop by but that's fine :3

LOOK THERE. IT'S A FLASH. ...I mean through the streets towards Niflheim.

Heading towards Iriela

At the roof

The Streets of Joutenheim

café eresat : H4 : near the hospital

outside his condo : near muspelheim

the orphanage!

Near St. Destino's

Locked to Timon~ ....angst warning.