[If you so happen to be passing around one of the apartment complexes around this time, for a jog or an early errand, or just heading to work, the sound of shattering glass from one of the outside windows may grab your attention.
A microwave arcs from the opening, sparking and spitting wildly, before crashing into the ground. If that wasn't startling enough, there's a loud, abrupt explosion that follows it, blasting out the wall and leaving a large, nasty hole looking into a certain someone's apartment (which may or may not be on fire). Yusuke, hair sticking up on end and looking rather frizzy (someone clearly did not wake up for the announcement), stands on the edge of the hole, looking disgruntled and a bit frazzled.]
Dammit! I think I'm cursed with friggin' apartments or something!
[And with that, he takes a flying leap out of the hole, which is... almost impressive given how high it is, although let's just hope his not-so-delicate warning isn't about to land him on top of somebody.]
[PHASE II a.]
[You know, it was a miracle this hadn't happened before all of this chaos.
One moment, Yusuke's attempting to find the safest, non-tech spot to catch his breath in while all of this craziness goes down, and the next? A pack of CERES police bots are flocking to him, grabbing any limb or piece of hair or loose material they can get their hands on, attempting to hold him down.]
YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF TRUANCY--'
WHAT? I'm eighteen, you dumbasses, I don't gotta--
'YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF PROPERTY DAMAGE--'
That wasn't even me! At least not the first time!
'YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF ORGANIZED ASSAULT--'
What does that even MEAN?!
'YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF POOR FASHION CHOICES--'
THAT'S NOT EVEN A CRIME! Leggo of me, or I'm seriously gonna kick your--GAH!
[Man, he is getting seriously tired of getting tased today. Maybe someone can lend him a hand before he gets dragged to the big house?]
[PHASE II b.]
[Thanks to the craziness of the first day, there was no way in hell that Yusuke was going anywhere near anything more advanced than a toaster-- at least until this all blew over. Fortunately, there wasn't many places he had wanted to go, so he hoofed around town for a while, killing time and running some basic errands before heading back to where he was settling for the time being.
That is, until a sickening 'screech' catches his ear, and he whips around towards the source of the noise.
It was horrifying to watch, the cars barreling off the tracks and impacting the street, flatting the store he was in just a mere ten minutes ago. The dust from the wreckage invades his lungs, causing him to cough violently, and the screams and panic flood his ears.]
Crap!
[Before he even realizes what he's doing, he bolts towards the crash, eyes stinging and breath short. Maybe it was stupid to do, especially since the train could easily explode or turn into a monster, or something equally terrible, but he couldn't turn back. People were hurt, innocent people, and while healing was nowhere in his set of skills, he could at least use his abilities for something.
Stopping short at the nearest pile of wreckage, he digs through dusty rubble and sharp steel, not relenting until he finds someone underneath.]
Hey--! Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?
[Despite whatever answer the person gives them, he lifts them from the damage, taking great care not to put any extra stress on whatever injuries they may have sustained. This is repeated a number of times, until he has a good number of survivors on his back.
Looking wildly around him, voice just slightly edged with worry, he begins to shout.]
OI! ANYONE GOOD WITH HEALING AND CRAP? WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!
[PHASE III]
[So maybe you're just trying to adapt to the craziness that has been the past few days-- completely understandable! Minding your own business, maybe trying to eat a snack that hasn't been meddled by rogue tech, or replacing broken belongings... until you're not alone.
A pudgy blue penguin is now in your space, it's round eyes overflowing with tears. It hiccups a sad little 'Puuuu!' at you, grasping at your leg a little, before starting to blubber a little again. If that isn't strange enough, the small creature is scooped up by a boy in some... interesting pajamas, who also happens to be sniffling and choking back some tears himself.]
Uh, um... s-sorry about that. He... he has a mind of his own, and--
[But once he gets a better look at your face, he trails off, his expression akin to someone who just saw the first ray of sunshine on a long, cloudy day.]
--uh. Wow. When'd you get so hot?
[THANKS CERES]
[WILDCARD]
[Anything else you wanna do? I'm game for it!! Also, for II b., it's up to you if you want to be the injured party or the medical help!!]
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[If you so happen to be passing around one of the apartment complexes around this time, for a jog or an early errand, or just heading to work, the sound of shattering glass from one of the outside windows may grab your attention.
A microwave arcs from the opening, sparking and spitting wildly, before crashing into the ground. If that wasn't startling enough, there's a loud, abrupt explosion that follows it, blasting out the wall and leaving a large, nasty hole looking into a certain someone's apartment (which may or may not be on fire). Yusuke, hair sticking up on end and looking rather frizzy (someone clearly did not wake up for the announcement), stands on the edge of the hole, looking disgruntled and a bit frazzled.]
Dammit! I think I'm cursed with friggin' apartments or something!
HEY, RUBBERNECKERS! MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT! NOW!
[And with that, he takes a flying leap out of the hole, which is... almost impressive given how high it is, although let's just hope his not-so-delicate warning isn't about to land him on top of somebody.]
[PHASE II a.]
[You know, it was a miracle this hadn't happened before all of this chaos.
One moment, Yusuke's attempting to find the safest, non-tech spot to catch his breath in while all of this craziness goes down, and the next? A pack of CERES police bots are flocking to him, grabbing any limb or piece of hair or loose material they can get their hands on, attempting to hold him down.]
YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF TRUANCY--'
WHAT? I'm eighteen, you dumbasses, I don't gotta--
'YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF PROPERTY DAMAGE--'
That wasn't even me! At least not the first time!
'YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF ORGANIZED ASSAULT--'
What does that even MEAN?!
'YOU ARE ARRESTED ON COUNTS OF POOR FASHION CHOICES--'
THAT'S NOT EVEN A CRIME! Leggo of me, or I'm seriously gonna kick your--GAH!
[Man, he is getting seriously tired of getting tased today. Maybe someone can lend him a hand before he gets dragged to the big house?]
[PHASE II b.]
[Thanks to the craziness of the first day, there was no way in hell that Yusuke was going anywhere near anything more advanced than a toaster-- at least until this all blew over. Fortunately, there wasn't many places he had wanted to go, so he hoofed around town for a while, killing time and running some basic errands before heading back to where he was settling for the time being.
That is, until a sickening 'screech' catches his ear, and he whips around towards the source of the noise.
It was horrifying to watch, the cars barreling off the tracks and impacting the street, flatting the store he was in just a mere ten minutes ago. The dust from the wreckage invades his lungs, causing him to cough violently, and the screams and panic flood his ears.]
Crap!
[Before he even realizes what he's doing, he bolts towards the crash, eyes stinging and breath short. Maybe it was stupid to do, especially since the train could easily explode or turn into a monster, or something equally terrible, but he couldn't turn back. People were hurt, innocent people, and while healing was nowhere in his set of skills, he could at least use his abilities for something.
Stopping short at the nearest pile of wreckage, he digs through dusty rubble and sharp steel, not relenting until he finds someone underneath.]
Hey--! Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?
[Despite whatever answer the person gives them, he lifts them from the damage, taking great care not to put any extra stress on whatever injuries they may have sustained. This is repeated a number of times, until he has a good number of survivors on his back.
Looking wildly around him, voice just slightly edged with worry, he begins to shout.]
OI! ANYONE GOOD WITH HEALING AND CRAP? WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!
[PHASE III]
[So maybe you're just trying to adapt to the craziness that has been the past few days-- completely understandable! Minding your own business, maybe trying to eat a snack that hasn't been meddled by rogue tech, or replacing broken belongings... until you're not alone.
A pudgy blue penguin is now in your space, it's round eyes overflowing with tears. It hiccups a sad little 'Puuuu!' at you, grasping at your leg a little, before starting to blubber a little again. If that isn't strange enough, the small creature is scooped up by a boy in some... interesting pajamas, who also happens to be sniffling and choking back some tears himself.]
Uh, um... s-sorry about that. He... he has a mind of his own, and--
[But once he gets a better look at your face, he trails off, his expression akin to someone who just saw the first ray of sunshine on a long, cloudy day.]
--uh. Wow. When'd you get so hot?
[THANKS CERES]
[WILDCARD]
[Anything else you wanna do? I'm game for it!! Also, for II b., it's up to you if you want to be the injured party or the medical help!!]