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[perfectsymmetry]

[Voice: Screw filters. They're useless as far as Crowe's concerned anymore.

He speaks quickly. It's obvious he's pretty rattled.]

Do not go near them. Do not touch them. Just... just please, stay out of their way. Fighting a-against them will probably have no affect.


Bunkers... Mr. Saeba was working on those, wasn't he? We... I'm going to say we should get back to that.



Has... has anyone checked on Miss Susan...?

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[Action: Crowe will be found tearing apart his garage, looking for metal. Before he was droned, Ryo Saeba had been collecting scrap metal to help build bunkers, and Crowe had been helping him. Now he regrets ever stopping. He's taken what he collected and has brought it down to the basement of his home, and it's at that point he has no idea what he's doing. His housemates will find him sitting there with his supplies, head in his hands, thinking.]

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[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[Crowe may hear movement from the upstairs of his house.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[....suspicious. Mukuro's been suspiciously quiet the last few days....was it him? Or was the drone mom in his room again? He'll go check.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[The hazmats are tearing the living room apart; upending furniture, tables, anything in their way. They seem to be looking for something.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He stands there horrified for a few seconds, then backs up against the nearest wall. His expression turns angry.]

No! He's not here! He hasn't been here! So get out!!

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[At his outburst, they stop what they're doing and look at him silently, as one.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He's still angry and scared, but he's keeping his distance. His eyes dart to each one.]

Y-you heard me! Get out of this town and leave us alone! I'm sick of you hurting people.

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[They do not respond, instead watching him without a word.

It almost seems as though they're waiting for him to make a move.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He's unarmed and outnumbered, and not to mention terrified. He doesn't move, yet.]

Yeah! I-I was here for Westport! I know what you did to the people there, and my friends. I've had enough! I said get out of here!

[He points sharply to the door.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[




They start moving towards him.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Affanculo..!

[He tries to make a break for it, throwing some of the overturned furniture at them as he does to try and block their path.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[Axes appear in their hands as they follow him, stumbling over the furniture but following, still following. They don't stop, chasing him with surprising speed and swarming him.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe's pretty fast, but hazmats do have their numbers. He's going to try to make it out of the back door of his house and hope for their sakes that his housemates aren't home.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[Crowe successfully makes it to the back door...

...where a man in a hazmat suit is waiting, axe in hand.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He skids to a halt, looking terrified. He checks the ones behind him.

He has to at least go down swinging. Jecht taught him at least that much. With a yell, he's throwing a heavy right hook to the guy at the back door's chest.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[If the punch fazes the man in the suit, he doesn't show it.

An axe swings towards Crowe's neck.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[The hazmat's lack of reaction catches him off guard, since he was expecting to move in with the punch. Thanks to that he doesn't get his left arm up in time to block the swing, but manages to catch the axe with his arm instead of his neck. He screams, and almost hits the floor. But he uses his adrenaline and anger to at least give the guy the hardest kick he can first.]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[The hazmat stumbles back without a sound, but is back up within seconds.

From behind, another axe lodges itself in Crowe's back.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He makes a choked gasping noise as the axe hits him, and after a few seconds, he hits the floor.]

Merde. No... I swear I.......

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[There is a sharp, blunt pain in his head, and Crowe's world goes black.]