Let's be war buddies...

[initiates]

Date & Time: 18th, beginning at 2100 hours, through to the 20th.
Location: All around Exsilium.
Characters: Everyone!
Summary: The United Earth decides Exsilium had obviously not learned its lesson back in October, and does another round of humble-making bombing for those impertinent exiles. OOC info can be found here.
Warnings: Violence, death, general gloom and doom.

The warning had gone out approximately two hours before the bombing began, broadcast to any available receptor on the island: UE aggressions incoming, bombs expected; please proceed to Catacombs immediately. It repeats over and over, right up until the first bomb, aimed at the Hold itself, silences the signal.

The air is thick with smoke and worse. Every one to two hours another bomb shakes the island. Buildings crumble and shatter, but the focus is on the Hold and the native hospital. Initiative employees, some sick as anyone else, are steadfast in their escorting natives and transports alike into the underground catacombs. For two days the bombs continue ceaselessly, dropped by their cloaked and invisible carriers overhead.

The United Earth is nothing if not thorough.

Comments

[debtor]

[OH NO.]

Shit-!

[He stops in front of the blocked passage, short of breath, staring at the obstruction.]

I can... I can try to make it in, but-

[What's he supposed to do with your dead weight?]

[wilder]

[he is also thinking about that. Trying to think what the hell to do. His sister was through there! He had to find her! But on the other hand, he had a broken leg and no mana]

[And so here comes the stupid volunteer thing]

Just leave me here, okay? I'll only slow you down.

[debtor]

I can't! You could die! [DENIED he is not going to lose the one Wilder he does have! Gritting his teeth, he turns back around and races down the way he'd come.]

I'll get you out and come back for her!

[wilder]

Like I care-

[He died once, what's one more time? Seles was more important. Ugh, if his body didn't hurt so much right now he'd totally jump off and try to do it himself. ]

What if there's not enough time?!

[debtor]

[Not going to dignify the first bit with a response. He keeps running.]

I'm going to hurry.

[wilder]

[But what if you aren't fast enough is of course the first thing that pops into his mind. Every minute wasted on him was less of a chance for Seles. A completely wasted minute in his feelings]

[But he knows it's not Allen's fault. If anything it was his, for not getting to her earlier, for getting hurt]

[Dammit, he was useless. Stalling time for her to get help...he did bring nothing but misery.]

[But at least he'll remain silent now, fingers gripping onto Allen's shoulder tightly so he doesn't fall as the guy runs]

[debtor]

[HURRYING, HURRYING, while Kaneis has his self-pity party. He turns down one hall, then another--

and then comes to a stop when up ahead, the corridor is obscured by thick white smoke. He can feel it in his lungs, too, and struggles to keep himself from coughing. BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW ANOTHER WAY...]

Hold your breath! [He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw, before heading in.]

[wilder]

[Excuse you it's not like he has much else to do beyond have a quiet self-pity party- but oh that smoke is bad. He'll cough a few times too as he feels it in his lungs. What the hell is that? ]

[But he does what he's instructed, holding his breath and shutting his eyes because ow that kind of stings! He's unfamiliar with using gas for warfare so yeah, totally confused here]

[debtor]

[This gas seems to be specifically intended to aggravate the condition of the already-ill, and it's still quite unpleasant even for those in perfect health.

Allen makes it through, miraculously, without running into anything. Once they're in (relatively) cleaner air, he stops to hack and gasp for breath, definitely feeling Kaneis's weight now. Give him a moment.]

Shouldn't be... much further. [Okay, he's got this, movin' again.]

[wilder]

[Zelos is also gasping for air once they get through, hacking and coughing. Ugh his lungs. And he sure notices Allen struggling]

Whoa- you okay?

[debtor]

Uh-huh. I'm fine.

[And AHA, soon the exit is in view. He picks up the pace, holding back the urge to cough again.]

I'll find somebody to take you to the catacombs, all right?

[wilder]

[He meanwhile just coughs]

Just leave me somewhere with open view! I can yell for help.