[All things considered, it was a pretty good hotel. The decorations were a bit gaudy and the holographic aquarium didn't quite match up to the charm of the real thing, but the bed was comfortable and the drinks were a lot better compared to whatever they had left in the karaoke bar. If only the circumstances were better, but it is what it is.
So, early in the morning at around 5 AM, when the city is still waking up amidst the haze and smog, the two of them exit the building. In the dim twilight, there's few out and about on the streets besides the early risers and insomniacs. Nevertheless, despite how empty the area is compared to the busier parts of the city, the brilliant lights and vibrant holographic projections give it a false sense of liveliness and normalcy. Like a well-maintained garden,the sight is one of a manufactured beauty.
And at 5:23 AM, it all comes crashing down--literally.
It all starts with a blast. Well, several, actually. From one solitary point in the sky comes a veritable barrage of energy that rains down upon the building's foundation like a host of shooting stars lighting up the night, creating a cacophony of sound even for those living outside the district. Shattered glass and chunks of concrete spray out alongside a cloud of dust and other shrapnel as the attack hits home, triggering a secondary explosion within as the shockwaves and heat reach the gas lines. Steel shrieks as the building roars--they're nothing but death throes at this point, really, because there's nothing left to support everything resting above the foundation. And so, the rest of the building implodes in on itself in second as floors collapse, taking with it whatever property and lives that were nested within it.
(The band, sitting kilometers and kilometers away on top of Lucilius' bed alongside his 1160+ phones, activates and releases the incapacitating agent onto bloodied sheets.)
As a thick cloud of smoke still billows forth from whatever remains of the flames that engulfed a portion of the building, a man alights back on the ground right next to his companion, wings still conspicuously visible to any and all onlookers who may have witnessed the destruction. Shamelessly, he'll flash them with a smile before moving to pick up Lucilius and kicking off the ground to take flight.]
Hospital Rooftop
[A man flying around on six giant bat-like wings is pretty conspicuous, especially when he's coming from the direction of the Center Ward where there's a billowing pillar of smoke wafting up to add to the existing smog and haze. Eventually though, he lands on the hospital rooftop as his wings retract and vanish, gently unloading his 'cargo' (it's Lucilius, of course). Even though it's still pretty early in the morning at around 6 AM, maybe you're up and about anyways; feel free to catch them on the roof or in the hospital after this incident.]
an eventful morning??
[All things considered, it was a pretty good hotel. The decorations were a bit gaudy and the holographic aquarium didn't quite match up to the charm of the real thing, but the bed was comfortable and the drinks were a lot better compared to whatever they had left in the karaoke bar. If only the circumstances were better, but it is what it is.
So, early in the morning at around 5 AM, when the city is still waking up amidst the haze and smog, the two of them exit the building. In the dim twilight, there's few out and about on the streets besides the early risers and insomniacs. Nevertheless, despite how empty the area is compared to the busier parts of the city, the brilliant lights and vibrant holographic projections give it a false sense of liveliness and normalcy. Like a well-maintained garden,the sight is one of a manufactured beauty.
And at 5:23 AM, it all comes crashing down--literally.
It all starts with a blast. Well, several, actually. From one solitary point in the sky comes a veritable barrage of energy that rains down upon the building's foundation like a host of shooting stars lighting up the night, creating a cacophony of sound even for those living outside the district. Shattered glass and chunks of concrete spray out alongside a cloud of dust and other shrapnel as the attack hits home, triggering a secondary explosion within as the shockwaves and heat reach the gas lines. Steel shrieks as the building roars--they're nothing but death throes at this point, really, because there's nothing left to support everything resting above the foundation. And so, the rest of the building implodes in on itself in second as floors collapse, taking with it whatever property and lives that were nested within it.
(The band, sitting kilometers and kilometers away on top of Lucilius' bed alongside his 1160+ phones, activates and releases the incapacitating agent onto bloodied sheets.)
As a thick cloud of smoke still billows forth from whatever remains of the flames that engulfed a portion of the building, a man alights back on the ground right next to his companion, wings still conspicuously visible to any and all onlookers who may have witnessed the destruction. Shamelessly, he'll flash them with a smile before moving to pick up Lucilius and kicking off the ground to take flight.]
Hospital Rooftop
[A man flying around on six giant bat-like wings is pretty conspicuous, especially when he's coming from the direction of the Center Ward where there's a billowing pillar of smoke wafting up to add to the existing smog and haze. Eventually though, he lands on the hospital rooftop as his wings retract and vanish, gently unloading his 'cargo' (it's Lucilius, of course). Even though it's still pretty early in the morning at around 6 AM, maybe you're up and about anyways; feel free to catch them on the roof or in the hospital after this incident.]