Trowa has seen broken down architecture before, has been the cause of it in many cases. The hollowed out shells of buildings shouldn't be unnerving, but they are. Perhaps it's an over paranoid imagination, but he feels like the bits of rebar, steel, and concrete look like skeletons. Remains from a time that's obviously been forgotten in some way.
He has felt eyes on him as well, which is even more off-putting. Thankfully, he had time to grab his gun before he'd been yanked into this mess. Though, his pajamas aren't exactly what he'd call the more reassuring gear.
A scream up ahead catches his attention and he's just about to try and sneak around it when the ground shakes, light spilling out of the cracks close by. Is this something to do with the creatures here? Is it all going to collapse underneath of him? Balance thrown, he crouches to the ground, heart beating fast at the potential danger. A loud yell erupts in the air, sounding unearthly and animalistic.
And then there's silence. White noise of further collapsed buildings settling. Dust hazing out the immediate area.
Coughing, he pushes himself up to his feet again, gun in hand. It's a short sprint towards where the cacophony had just taken place and as he rounds the corner, the visuals start to clear. Some part of him really wishes it hadn't. Eyes widening, he rushes through the rubble, hopping over great sections of shattered concrete. ]
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Trowa has seen broken down architecture before, has been the cause of it in many cases. The hollowed out shells of buildings shouldn't be unnerving, but they are. Perhaps it's an over paranoid imagination, but he feels like the bits of rebar, steel, and concrete look like skeletons. Remains from a time that's obviously been forgotten in some way.
He has felt eyes on him as well, which is even more off-putting. Thankfully, he had time to grab his gun before he'd been yanked into this mess. Though, his pajamas aren't exactly what he'd call the more reassuring gear.
A scream up ahead catches his attention and he's just about to try and sneak around it when the ground shakes, light spilling out of the cracks close by. Is this something to do with the creatures here? Is it all going to collapse underneath of him? Balance thrown, he crouches to the ground, heart beating fast at the potential danger. A loud yell erupts in the air, sounding unearthly and animalistic.
And then there's silence. White noise of further collapsed buildings settling. Dust hazing out the immediate area.
Coughing, he pushes himself up to his feet again, gun in hand. It's a short sprint towards where the cacophony had just taken place and as he rounds the corner, the visuals start to clear. Some part of him really wishes it hadn't. Eyes widening, he rushes through the rubble, hopping over great sections of shattered concrete. ]
Quatre!