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[perfectsymmetry]

[Action A, 846 Goldberg: Crowe wakes up in a shocked state, crawling out of the rubble and surveying the scene. He's horror-stricken for what seems like forever, when he snaps out of it and starts calling for the names of his friends. He immedaitely begins to start digging if he can't find them. After all, if Silence is trapped somewhere, he can't call out. If he doesn't find him or Lucas fast enough, anyone else who comes across him will find him in a panic as he tears through the remains, and he won't stop until he finds them.]

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Action B, 1251 Williams: Later, Crowe will head to his assigned home to check the damage there. It's no less encouraging. All he's managed to find were the bodies of his droned housemates. He managed to pull out on of the books he was sent from home, charred but mostly intact, and sits outside on the remains of the sidewalk, looking as devestated as the city.]

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[Action C, around town: Like a lot of people, Crowe is gathering supplies and provisions wherever he's able to find them, though things don't look too positive. He's also looking for anyone he knows, or anyone that might need help. His ultimate goal is to gather up enough materials and head to the highway, to see what it has to offer as far as a way out. Although, with this being a nuclear wasteland, he's not confident that he or the others in town will live long enough for it to matter...]

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[Action C]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Like everyone else Ken is scavenging, mainly clothing and other useful things.]

Crowe? That you kiddo?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Ken? [Crowe pops his head up.] Y-Yeah, it's me. Are you... How are you?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Ken's on edge like whoa, but he smiles a bit for Crowe.] I'm alright. Are you ok?

C

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

[Hitler has also been wandering around town, trying to see what can be salvaged. He's glad to see someone he knows though.]

Crowe?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe's glad to see him as well, but he doesn't look so good.]

Adolph! Are you okay? This is... Th-This is really bad. I-It's like Westport.

[springtime4me.livejournal.com]

I'm fine...


[It is just like Westport. This whole thing seems like it was ripped from a nightmare. But they have to stay calm. And he's been thinking about this a lot since he woke up and come to several conclusions.]

I think we'll be okay. We just have to survive long enough to get through this. I don't think this will last. Things will probably go back to the way they were in a few days.

[Action C]

[ooeeooahah]

Calleo? [ Ilsa approaches, and hugs. It's been her standard move as the day wears on. ] You're not hurt? You have a place to stay?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Ilsa... [Oh does he ever need one right now. He's already pretty drained though, that's obvious.]

I-I'm okay. And I'm working on that second part. What about you?

[ooeeooahah]

The basement came through okay. I think it will be salvageable.

[ Ilsa gives him another squeeze. ] If you don't find another place by sundown, go to Kramden Road. There's a few safe houses.

Action C

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart'll pop up from behind some rubble, holding a crate.]

Hey, Crowe.

How ya holding up?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Mart... I'm glad to see you're okay. I-I'm alright. Did you manage to find anything?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

Glad to see you're okay too!

[Mart holds up the crate.]

Just this thing. I was just about to crack it open.

Action C

[wavewalker]

[ Ian is also scavenging around, but unlike most, he got the short end of the stick when everyone's regains vanished. He woke up to find not only his sword gone, but also his clothes and glasses. He's wearing a pair of tattered jeans that he managed to dig up, but nothing else, leaving the three nasty, off-colored scars on his chest quite visible.

At first, Crowe is sort of a blur that Ian finds himself squinting at until he gets closer. ]

Crowe! I thought that was you.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Ian! O-Oh, glad to see you're okay.

[wavewalker]

More or less in tact, anyway. How are you faring?

A

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is awoken by the sound of someone calling his name; he instinctively tries to call back before he realizes that he's face down under a large slab that seems to have protected him from the general explosion. ...It takes him only a few moments to realize that his PSI is gone, as well. He'll struggle to move the slab.]

I'm here...! Crowe, is that you?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Lucas? Lucas, keep talking, I-I can't see you...!

[He's not too far away, it sounds, and there's a lot of noise as he digs to look for him.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. Hold on...

[And with a great effort, Lucas slides the slab enough for him to wriggle out. High strength stats were helpful for something on occasion.]

What's going on? What happened?!

[Action C]

[doudemoe]

[Minato's around where the cafe used to be, scavenging for any water and non-perishable food items. Of course, all the costumes are wrecked.

Months of work down the drain.

He's making use of one parcel of clothing to carry whatever he finds.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe is always glad to see another person in good shape. He flags Minato down.]

Hey there. Find a-anything good here?

[doudemoe]

Hey.

[He takes something out of his parcel.]

Not much. I found one teacup still intact. Everything else was crushed.

C

[littlemiss101.livejournal.com]

[Mae is walking along with a bag on her back. Oddly enough she doesn't seem that worried.]

Hey Crowe! How are things going?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe, on the other hand, looks *terrible*. Small injuries aside, he's pale as anything, and looks so worried he could be sick.]

H-Hey, Mae. You seem well... I-I suppose this is n-nothing new to you, eh?

A; Lucas can jump in here too if he and Crowe are searching together by now~

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[When Silence snaps awake, he already knows something is wrong - it's rare for him even to sleep, but he must have passed out once his various mystic abilities (among them the lack of need for sleep) had left him. But, more than that, he wakes up in a state of heightened alert - senses honed over centuries and given their final polish by years as a patrol officer tell him that something is very wrong.

The fact that he's in the dark, buried under god knows what - all he can tell is that it's painfully heavy, with sharp angles, one of which is jabbing into his ribs - and that he smells smoke and blood in the air tells him that this assessment is entirely correct.

He pushes at what's pinning him down with one hand, only to find that this isn't sufficient, and that clues him in to the fact that he's not a mystic anymore; even the frailest of mystics is deceptively strong, more so if they've had blood recently...not that he has, but he should be able to move this thing regardless. He shifts as much as possible, trying to roll onto his back and free up his other arm - a task made difficult by how firmly he's pinned, and the delicate wings he can feel are still attached to his back. Even folded down as they are, lying on them is painful - almost excruciating when the weight holding him down shifts above him as he frees his shoulder, now bearing down directly on his chest.

As Silence finds he suddenly has difficulty breathing, he realizes that this was rather poor planning on his part.

Calling out for help is not an option, has never been an option for him, and so hoping for outside help doesn't even cross his mind. He has to fix this himself, or die here...pinned, not unironically, like a butterfly in a display case. But he has no intention of doing so, and with both arms free and his back under him, he has better leverage. Gritting his teeth, he braces his hands against the weight on him and begins to push, ignoring the agonizing pain as the pressure on his back all but cuts off the bloodflow to his fragile wings beneath him...and he's intensely gratified to feel the weight begin to move and shift.

An outside observer will notice some of the rubble - a large chunk of ceiling, further weighed down by chunks of plaster and a collapsed beam - shifting, very slowly and slightly, as if something were pushing up on it from beneath.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe does hear the shifting, and stops dead for a moment to make sure it wasn't a cave it. He pales at that thought, but when the sound doesn't stop and he's still standing still, he can only hope it's Silence.]

Silence?! H-Hold on! We'll find you! Ah... keep making noise, if you can!

[Crowe will follow over to where he heard the rocks moving, frantically digging.]