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[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.]

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

Edited 2011-11-27 06:17 (UTC)

[Marisa stops, leans against something, and starts digging around in her pack. She pulls out a partial bottle of water.]

Here. Take a few swigs, ze.

[ Shana takes a few, and sighs, obviously exhausted. ]

Mou... this isn't anything like I had imagined... I hate being so weak.

Just means you gotta use your mind more than your body, ze. It really is the greatest asset a human can have.

And, well, you're kinda human now.

I know. I was human for a long time before I was a Flame Haze... but... that was just fighting, and surviving in a world that was still a world. This is a wasteland. Like something you'd read about in a book.

Books like that help you prepare for crap like this, ze.

Mou, I'm pretty sure it wasn't that kind of book.

I suppose it could always be worse, ze.

... How?

I dunno, ze. I just know things can always get worse.

Let's hope they don't. [ SHana looks at the pole. ]

Who are you looking for anyway?

Patchy. [And Marisa can't remember if she told Shana about her or not.] She's my girlfriend.

You mentioned her before.... why don't we try to find her together?

Might as well, ze. She's on Brady Lane. I just... keep getting turned around. I think I'm gonna have to travel at night when I can use the stars.

[ Shana stands, and conceals a wince. ]

All right, let's get under cover until then.

We need to find something semi-sturdy as shelter. And some timber or broken wood. I can make a fire... we can at least warm the beans up.

Hmmm. Well, there is definitely enough scrap from the blown down houses around, but as for something that stayed up... maybe someone's basement?

Might as well look, ze. How badly are you hurt?

Mostly just scratches, minor cuts and things, more than anything else, it hurts because I feel like a human instead of a Flame Haze.

Makes you appreciate humans a bit more, I bet.

I was a human for most of my life, It's just... being a flame haze I didn't have to deal with most of this. I managed to recover from things a lot faster.

Yeah, I don't get that. Humans and always human here. For some reason, some of the stupider youkai back him think I'm youkai and not human. It's kinda irritating, ze.

Even so, you have had unrestricted method of some sort to deal with things. [ Shana shrugs. ]

Honestly I thought you were some weird kind of Flame Haze for a while, because of how powerful you are.

It's not impossible for humans to have magic, ze. It's just extremely rare for humans to have it at my level. But I'm still human.

...too bad you aren't gonna get the chance to really see what I can do. Like Master Spark. Or Blazing Star. I will totally make you eat my tail dust when I get that. Nothing can fly as fast as Blazing Star.

Assuming we all don't die and stuff...

You may be fast, but the Flame of the Heavens is probably the strongest Crimson Lord ever to exist, aside from the Seirei no Hebi.

.... We won't. Die, that is. I believe that. I believe in you.