12th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[A. Action 1125/1127 Taylor (Saturday Morning)]

[Marisa was heavy sleeper, but even she wasn't going to sleep through this. Bolting awake, knocking the rubble off of herself, Marisa stared wide-eyed at the devastation around her. She had only two thoughts right then: What they hell was going on and that she needed to get to Patchouli as fast as she could. So, she tried to call for her broom.

...nothing happened. Her brow furrowed and that's when she noticed it. Her magic was gone again. ALL OF IT. Her eyes widened even more. If her magic was gone, then so was Patchouli's. This was bad... very, very, bad. Patchouli was very sickly without her magic. With how hard breathing was for Marisa right then with the dust in the air, she couldn't imagine how hard it was for her girlfriend. So, she had to get to what was left of 340 Brady and hope to the gods that Patchouli was still alive. Panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere.

The witch picked through the remains and eventually found the stairs leading down. This was probably going to be the only time anyone was thankful she was such a packrat. So, she grabbed a beaten pack, tossed a few things from the basement into it, and grabbed a bed sheet, paint, shoelaces and a wooden pole. Once back up, she grabbed a few things from the wreckage before yelling next door.]

OI! CIEL! YOU ALIVE?


[B. Trekking Across Mayfield (Saturday/Sunday)]

[With a pack slung over her shoulder and a bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole, Marisa appears to be on a mission. She's scraped up and there's a tear in the skirt of her dress, betraying dried blood on her leg and bringing attention to a bit of a limp. Determined though she is, she's not going to completely ignore any other living person she crosses paths with.]


[C. Saturday Night]

[It's dark, but someone is still traversing through the wreckage. With a dim, old flashlight in hand, and the bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole that she's -definitely- using for some support, Marisa continues to pick her way through the rubble.]

Comments

[B. Trekking Across Mayfield (Saturday/Sunday)]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

... Marisa. [ Shana is heavily bandaged, and just looks tired and pale. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...you look like shit, ze.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

I feel that way too. Mou... Alastor is gone.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

So's my magic. How bad are you hurt?

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

I'll be all right. Mostly just scratches, nothing vital is punctured or broken. More itchy and achy than anything else.

B/Sat

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

You look like you need some healing....

[Despite being powerless, he looks like he doesn't have a single mark on his body. Hot dawg.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh, heya. I'm okay. Just had some rubble fall on me earlier. I've had worse.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Still....

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I know. Nothing I can do about it right now. You look like you've managed to get through without any problems, ze.

[And now Gil really is like a regular kid.]

You got plans? Have you had anything to eat or drink today?

A

[ex_seventh238]

[She almost wanted to be surprised.

Really, she liked sleeping in too, she always did, but with having seen and experienced as much as she's had already, there was only this cold sense of apathy when she woke up and realized the situation. ...Ah, regains are gone. She can't call on her thaumaturgy, and Seven isn't here anymore either. But well, the town's done this before. So it was murder others last time, and survive this time?

Tch, typical Mayfield. She did storage her weapons down in the basement, so as she picked herself through the rubble, she'll also make note to take a revolver just in case, then wrap something around her own mouth to not inhale too much smoke. She might've lost all powers, but physically, she's still fit for her build.

Well, one of these days when you're glad that some of the people you knew have been droned, so they won't experience any of this now...

That's why the cry catches her attention. Looking up, she also sees a blur of blonde further off.]

...Marisa. Yes, I'm okay. [There's no need to tell her not to yell, now's not the time. Maintaining a cool and neutral expression, she'll walk up to greet her neighbor.] How are you holding up? [Marisa seems capable and determined, but also the reckless type that underestimated their own limits... She ought to keep an eye out.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh, good.

[Marisa then finds someplace to lay the sheet down and start painting a sigil (http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108577878/34364858) on it.]

I'm okay. The hell happened? It's like someone pissed the hellraven off.

[ex_seventh238]

[Rubbing her temple, she'll adjust her robes a bit as she watches. Looks like it was a very good idea, to keep her gears in the basement. Firearms and clean change of her robes were both no problems to obtain.]

It must have something to do with the phonecall that leaked, between "John" and the mayor last night. I suppose that like everything else, we just need to tough this out until things go back to 'normal'. [She can't quite keep a sliver of disdain out of her tone; yeah, this is starting to become rather predictable. What grated her the most is that most likely a few days from now on, the town will revert back to its happy and superficial facet, as if nothing has ever happened.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

This totally sucks. At least it's just everything's destroyed and not something terribly bad. Surviving this shouldn't be hard. [little does she know...]

I've gotta somehow figure out where Brady Lane is in this mess. Gotta get to Patchouli, ze. Without her magic, she's going to have a hard time breathing in this. [Marisa coughs a few times herself.]

Where you gonna go?

B. Saturday

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Waking up stuck in a small, dark space was something Flandre was used to.

Usually that small dark space was not trying to squish her. Or keeping her from moving, which this was. Her wings were folded uncomfortably flat on her back and her toes were already getting a bit numb, and she had no idea how much time had gone by since she woke up (always a fuzzy recollection at best) and when she heard a noise. Light was peeking in through the cracks of whatever was keeping her squished, but she could still hear.]

Who's there?

[She could still move one of her arms. She scratched at the nearest surface she could get at, making a loud grating sound. Must have been metal.]

I think I'm stuck.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[The grating sound caught Marisa's attention, though she didn't recognize the voice right away.]

Hang on... Lemme see if I can help, ze.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

...Marisa? Marisa, is that you?

[The scraping sound intensifies.]

I hear Marisa!

[If she sounds a bit frightened it's because she is. Just...a little bit, though!

...it was scary down here. It felt like she was being slowly crushed, though the rubble hadn't moved an inch.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Flandre? Oh, gods, honey, hang on.

[She drops her stuff and hurries over to where she hears the little vampire, pulling smaller bits of rubble out of the way until she sees that clawed hand. She's never heard the vampire frightened before and her heart jumps into her throat. She grabs the hand and squeezes.]

It'll be okay, honey. Just stay still and I'll get this off of you, okay?

B, Saturday

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[On her travels, Marisa will find Theo, who's just sitting on the edge od a fallen concrete slab. He's covered in scrapes and bruises, his clothes torn, just like the rest of Mayfield. He's managed to find cigarettes and matches somewhere while scavanging, and sits there now, smoking and watching the sky. His usual paranoid reflexes make him swing his head around when he hears someone approach.]

Hnn. Hey.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Gods, Theo, share a few puffs of that.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He frowns a bit, but then hands it over.] You look like hell.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[She takes it and inhales some of the smoke. Marisa didn't smoke often, preferring to ingest her mushrooms back home, but this would do. Then she hands it back.]

Nice to see you, too, ze.

C;

[gandere]

What are you carrying?

[ Spoken from on top of a larger pile of wreckage is one girl in a thick red jacket. Her silhouette might be hard to determine in the darkness however. So maybe she'll recognize her from her voice alone. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[The voice is familiar, but Marisa can't place it right then. So, she trains the flashlight on its source. Having fun being blinded, Rin.]

A banner. Gotta have something that can be seen pretty easy from a distance, ze.

[gandere]

[ Lifting her arm to shield her eyes from the bright light. ]

And what exactly do you plan to do with the banner? [ Even though she sounds annoyed, it's a legitimate question. ] Well?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Now that she recognizes Rin, Marisa lowers the light and then shuts it off to conserve batteries]

It's got my sigil on it, ze. Really... it's just so that if Patchy catches sight of it, she'll know where I am. I have no idea how I'm gonna find her in all this.

If worse comes to worse, I can use it for bandages or a blanket.