i'm gonna cry

[madamemoiselle]

this is where we make a stupid top level because eh why not

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just make a textarea so it's easy to compile stuff together, please <3!!

[madamemoiselle]

[ There are some people that are stubborn to a fault, and amongst those people is most certainly your resident Chiropterans, because fuck you Haven, you're not my real mom!! When the apartments collapse, Charles, Diva and Solomon were all still inside their apartment, but luckily, they're quite the resilient trio. The whole building suddenly landing on your head is more like an inconvenience instead of something actually life-threatening, really. Diva is the first to push off a heavy piece of rubble, and even though it surely must have been a ton or more of concrete above her, it's launched up and away as if it didn't weigh much at all. She sits up, and it's a rather gruesome sight, since there's blood and broken bone everywhere, but it's also quite obviously in the process of healing by shifting bone and tissue immediately to take care of the damage. It's still kind of hard to breathe as her body knits itself back together, and her legs are still pinned and crushed under another heavy piece of the apartment, but she doesn't seem too worried. She just glances around and calls out, though when she does, it's a thick, gurgling sound, since her chest is still largely filled with blood. ]

Carl? Solomon? Are you two done yet?

<small>[ There are some people that are stubborn to a fault, and amongst those people is most certainly your resident Chiropterans, because fuck you Haven, you're not my real mom!! When the apartments collapse, Charles, Diva and Solomon were all still inside their apartment, but luckily, they're quite the resilient trio. The whole building suddenly landing on your head is more like an inconvenience instead of something actually life-threatening, really. Diva is the first to push off a heavy piece of rubble, and even though it surely must have been a ton or more of concrete above her, it's launched up and away as if it didn't weigh much at all. She sits up, and it's a rather gruesome sight, since there's blood and broken bone everywhere, but it's also quite obviously in the process of healing by shifting bone and tissue immediately to take care of the damage. It's still kind of hard to breathe as her body knits itself back together, and her legs are still pinned and crushed under another heavy piece of the apartment, but she doesn't seem too worried. She just glances around and calls out, though when she does, it's a thick, gurgling sound, since her chest is still largely filled with blood. ]</small> <font color="#4A78C4">Carl? Solomon? Are you two done yet?</font>

[encored]

[SILENCE... for a few more seconds, anyway. a few seconds later and there's a resounding cracking noise as one piece of cement is split cleanly in two and a bloodied hand reaches out soon after, pushing the rest away as easily as someone might brush dust off of a table.]

—Ugh, again? Honestly? [likewise, his voice is garbled, but he seems more irritated than anything. he tries pulling himself free from the debris, finds that his legs are still in the process of stitching themselves together, and flops back over with a melodramatic sigh.] Give me a second more.

<small>[SILENCE... for a few more seconds, anyway. a few seconds later and there's a resounding cracking noise as one piece of cement is split cleanly in two and a bloodied hand reaches out soon after, pushing the rest away as easily as someone might brush dust off of a table.]</small> <font color="purple">—Ugh, <i>again</i>? Honestly?</font> <small>[likewise, his voice is garbled, but he seems more irritated than anything. he tries pulling himself free from the debris, finds that his legs are still in the process of stitching themselves together, and flops back over with a melodramatic sigh.]</small> <font color="purple">Give me a second more.</font>

omG WAIT i didn't post it right

[notvessalius]

['are you two done yet' NO, because unfortunately Solomon hasn't been keeping up with his diet at all recently, so his broken neck takes a while to snap back into place. Not to mention his smashed hand and the entire lower section of his body. but when his neck finally does align itself, he looks down at his crushed hand and blood-drenched clothes and sighs.]

My suit's ruined. [he sure is talking about his clothes instead of his slowly mending body parts, wow priorities solomon]

<small>['are you two done yet' NO, because unfortunately Solomon hasn't been keeping up with his diet at all recently, so his broken neck takes a while to snap back into place. Not to mention his smashed hand and the entire lower section of his body. but when his neck finally does align itself, he looks down at his crushed hand and blood-drenched white suit and sighs.]</small> <font color="#ff4000">My suit's ruined.</font> <small>[he sure is talking about his clothes instead of his slowly mending body parts, wow priorities solomon]</small>

AGAIN...

[madamemoiselle]

[ There's a distinct sense of deja vu from this process, because, well. This is the third or fourth time that the same goddamn thing has happened to the Chiropteran Moron Squad. When the floor gives away, there's little they can do to stop or slow what happens, so with it, part of their Housing Block crumbles as it's split by one of those walls. Luckily, other residents of the block are safe, but the two Chiropterans aren't as lucky. The room collapses on top of them, and from the distinct red that starts to pool between the rocks for those to see it, it seems that there are casualties.

At least, until a moment later, when a dainty hand claws at rubble, and there's a muffled sound of distress. ]

<small>[ There's a distinct sense of deja vu from this process, because, well. This is the third or fourth time that the <i>same goddamn thing</i> has happened to the Chiropteran Moron Squad. When the floor gives away, there's little they can do to stop or slow what happens, so with it, part of their Housing Block crumbles as it's split by one of those walls. Luckily, other residents of the block are safe, but the two Chiropterans aren't as lucky. The room collapses on top of them, and from the distinct red that starts to pool between the rocks for those to see it, it seems that there are casualties. At least, until a moment later, when a dainty hand claws at rubble, and there's a muffled sound of distress. ]</small>

moron SQUAD ASSEMBLE

[encored]

[A muffled sound of distress shortly followed by a muffled shriek of rage... WHO CARES ABOUT BEING CRUSHED, THE IMPORTANT THING HERE IS ALL THE NICE STUFF THEY COLLECTED that is now broken beyond repair...

Either way, a few seconds after the first hand appears, there are two more popping up like daisies, followed by a bloody and irritated-looking face. HI FRIENDS, what's going on. After elegantly gurgling and spitting up a mouthful of blood, Charles will VERY LOUDLY ANNOUNCE HIS INDIGNATION.]

I can't believe this—!

<small>[A muffled sound of distress shortly followed by a muffled shriek of rage... WHO CARES ABOUT BEING CRUSHED, THE IMPORTANT THING HERE IS ALL THE NICE STUFF THEY COLLECTED that is now broken beyond repair... Either way, a few seconds after the first hand appears, there are two more popping up like daisies, followed by a bloody and irritated-looking face after enough debris is flung away. HI FRIENDS, what's going on out here... After elegantly gurgling and spitting up a mouthful of blood, Charles will VERY LOUDLY ANNOUNCE HIS INDIGNATION.]</small> I can't <i>believe</i> this—!!

[madamemoiselle]

[ On the other hand, Diva is in a bit more of an awkward position underneath all the rube, since the house very rudely fell on her in a way that makes it a bit difficult to get out. Extremely rude!! So while Charles is screeching his indignation at losing all of their nice shit (which, Diva will too, give her a moment), Diva is pushing things away as best she can with one hand, at least until part of her face is unobscured. At least enough where she can talk. ]

Hey, Charles—

[ She coughs, since the dust and blood is unpleasant and doesn't exactly make talking easy... ]

There's a piece that's in the way. Move it, will you?

<small>[ On the other hand, Diva is in a bit more of an awkward position underneath all the rube, since the house very rudely fell on her in a way that makes it a bit difficult to get out. Extremely rude!! So while Charles is screeching his indignation at losing all of their nice shit (which, Diva will too, give her a moment), Diva is pushing things away as best she can with one hand, at least until part of her face is unobscured. At least enough where she can talk. ]</small> Hey, Charles— <small>[ She coughs, since the dust and blood is unpleasant and doesn't exactly make talking easy... ]</small> There's a piece that's in the way. Move it, will you?

[encored]

[At least that's enough to take his attention away from their lost items at least temporarily...

He glances over in the direction that Diva's voice comes from, immediately trying to scoot in that direction, only to be FOILED. He isn't pinned at as awkward an angle as Diva is, but the rubble around his legs is much heavier than what was around his torso and arms.]

Ugh, hold on, I can't get my leg out...

[TIME TO EXCAVATE.

In the meantime, what will you do, brave passersby? Lend a hand? Gawk? Laugh because you've seen this exact same situation before??]

<small>[At least that's enough to take his attention away from their lost items at least temporarily... He glances over in the direction that Diva's voice comes from, immediately trying to scoot in that direction, only to be FOILED and pretty much go faceplanting a centimeter away. He isn't pinned at as awkward an angle as Diva is, but the rubble around his legs is much heavier than what was around his torso and arms.]</small> Ugh, hold on, I can't get my leg out... <small>[TIME TO EXCAVATE... In the meantime, what will you do, brave passersby? Lend a hand? Gawk? Laugh because you've seen this exact same situation before??]</small>