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hi, guess what failmod slept in

Who: Everyone!
What: Earthquake
When: The morning of the quake and beyond
Where: ...Everywhere?
Summary: It was requested that a general reactionary log be tossed up when the quake happens so people can react in their own way without having a zillion posts. Individual posts are obviously still fine, but this might help people out.
Rating: Uh. G? PG for maybe violence and language? idk. /awesome at

[There is an earthquake! And it is collapsing stuff! Go forth and save yourseeeeelves!

...Okay yeah I've got nothing. You guys know what to do. Can be action or full log style. HAVE AT. And sorry for lateness -_-;]

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[At the first light shake, Kratos didn't worry. When it grew dangerously fiercer and the walls began to groan and rumble, he knew that this was much more than some small quake.

It took him a few more seconds than he would've liked, considering the ground was shaking and Kratos found it difficult to keep his balance, but soon enough, he found Presea's room and carried her outside. The girl was still fatigued from the war against the third party, but she was wide awake by the time Kratos set her down on the ground.

He looked back at the shaking and roaring house, knowing that it was on the verge of collapsing... And yet he knew that he left behind some things that he couldn't allow to be destroyed.

For once, reason and logic lost. Kratos rushed back inside.]

[Presea had been resting in bed when she felt the rumbling. Before it even got to the point of escalating, she was already wide awake and out of bed, only to see Kratos storm into her room, scoop her up, and rush her outside. She was silent throughout the whole ordeal, just a little confused as to what was happening.

Of course, she realized it was an earthquake once they were outside, and she saw the house beginning to cave in. Presea blinks, and before Kratos can get too far, her hand shoots up and grasps his wrist tightly. She looked down at it, staring, as if the appendage had just betrayed her or something.]

[Kratos was just as surprised as Presea, and he looked back at first his wrist caught in Presea's hand, then at the girl herself. He didn't have time to ponder over this, didn't have time to deal with her sudden bout of emotion.]

Stay where you are.

[And with a sudden burst of angelic strength, Kratos jerked his hand out of Presea's grip, and then ran inside once more. With those precious few seconds of delay, Kratos felt a panic seize him. Not for his life, but for the possessions he left. He couldn't let them go down with the house. He couldn't.]

[Stay where you are. It wasn't a request. It was an order. And Kratos was someone she trusted enough to follow orders without question. So, then why? Why was her body betraying her? One foot seemed to jerk out randomly as Kratos sprinted back into the crumbling house.

Presea was fighting an internal battle, one she didn't understand. The order was simple - don't move, pretty much - but she couldn't let him rush to his inevitable death. ...Why? Presea couldn't find an answer to that. Not one that made sense at least.

About to take another jerky step forward against her better judgment, Presea blinks and freezes. She stares dead ahead at...something. It was a corpse, rotting, decaying, wearing her father's clothes. The scream only rips through her mind and Presea buckles, one single word forcing itself out from her lips.]

Daddy!

[And after that, Presea blinks in confusion, and remains rooted to the spot where she was, face void as she discards that moment in time completely from memory.]

[If Kratos heard that one, he paid it no heed. Instead, he sprouted his angel wings to give him more balance in the unstable house. He had to hurry, had to hurry, couldn't fail him again like so many other times-

There, his own room, to the drawer, forcing it open, taking the folder and the other small objects before-

The northern wall crumbles, then the east and west, and finally, the south. Kratos can only let out a sharp sound of surprise, then fall to his side and curl up, protecting his Luceti wings and his items as much as he can before the roof collapses on him and the floor gives out from under him.]

[It takes every ounce of willpower Presea can muster to keep her body from betraying her and to stay put, like she was ordered. Once the walls crumble, and the ceiling soon after, her body shakes with the effort. What...what was happening to her? This never happened before. Her body never acted like this before.]

..No.

[Who was she talking to? Well, there was a strange, loud buzzing in her ears, maybe that was it. Was that always there? Presea had no memory of hearing that sound before. Did the Malnosso do something to her? That...that had to be it. Yes, she had been altered.]

[The north side of the house falls completely into the collapsed tunnel, while the south remains on the ground. After another tense moment, some of the rubble moves, and then a large piece of wood is shoved aside. Kratos emerges from the wreck of their house, although he remains low on the ground as he lets out deep, rattling coughs. Dust and debris down your throat will do that to you.

Once that's over with, he loosens his arms around his body and looks down at his possessions. Lloyd's tiny shoe, the one he kept with him ever since he lost the boy. It was dusty, but intact. Lloyd's pictures from when he was small due to an experiment. They were protected by the folder and Kratos' own body, and so they remained untouched by the catastrophe. Finally, Presea's wooden bear. He had grabbed that at the last second along with the Key Crest, and though it was dusty and a crack revealed itself on the leg, it was still relatively fine.

Kratos let out a sigh of relief. Everything was fine now... Even though there were numerous wounds on his body that ranged from scrapes and gashes thanks to the ceiling falling on him, even though every part of him was dirty from the debris, everything was fine to him.]

Edited 2010-08-06 02:39 (UTC)

[By the times that beam is moved, and Presea spots Kratos amongst the ruins that were once House 19, she deems it fit to go and assist. Carefully, tentatively, she climbs over the rubble and makes her way towards him. Once close enough, Presea takes his hand, and seems...relaxed? Well, her body isn't as tense, at lest.

She gives him a once over to check his injuries, and then lightly tugs his arm so they could make their way back to solid ground so he could get some medical treatment. She's being oddly quiet as well, more so than usual, and glancing around the area.

A monster. ...It was just a monster. Daddy wasn't here. Daddy was home...he didn't look like that.]

[The only bad injury is his left shoulder, where it looks to be dislocated. Having angelic strength has its advantages, and... somehow, he feels even stronger.

He gets to his feet, noticing the blood dripping down and, with some hesitation, he holds out the items to Presea. He doesn't want to ruin them by bleeding all over them.]

Thank you for not coming after me. ... Please take these and keep them safe.

[Her eyes are on his injury, but she remains quiet even then. Presea takes the items held out to her carefully, inspecting each one with a mild interest. She pauses upon her wooden bear, tracing its crack with her finger, then glances at the Keycrest, and finally back to Kratos. She nods to his request.]

Understood. Please seek medical attention...for your injury.

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hi, guess what failmod slept in

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19

location: house 19