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everything's on fire

who: Everyone!
what: The residential building is on fire
when: ~2am, August 23rd
where: The Residential building
warnings: Fire, destruction of property, injury, general warnings for crisis situations

It's a reasonably quiet night, pleasantly dry with a slight breeze. Almost nice, for those that enjoy the hours after midnight long before dawn starts to creep on the horizon. Right until it isn't, when the air changes, and there's the scent of heat that promises smoke. In most places it starts with a flash of blue light that arcs from floor to floor as energy pulses through the building, and there's a crack of sound that follows. The power dies for a moment, and if you're one of the unlucky ones, the light that follows is a literal spark in the dark, burning to life in bright orange-red, yielding heat and smoke and trouble. The energy surge doesn't just hit the lights, but sparked flames that burst to life, and they catch quickly, spreading.

The worst of it starts on the ninth floor, where the smoke and the beginning of heat starts moments before the surge. The fire spreads faster there, people starting to startle awake and realize what's happening as the flames crackle. Eventually there's an announcement on the Network, both alerting people to what's happening and trying to organize both those that are willing to help and those that need it.

Some areas are untouched, while others are ravaged badly, reduced to ashes and crumbling ceilings, so watch your step. There's chaos, but through it there's people doing what they can to help each other, and the official fire services show up to help control the blaze. After that, it's just a matter of repairing the damage that's been done, rebuilding and putting things back together, seeing what's been lost and what was saved.

Even later, people start putting the pieces together, and there's the official investigation into what might have caused a fire like that in the first place.

[ooc: As promised, the residential building is on fire! OOC plotting post is here if anyone wants to work out some last minute plans before diving in. Plotting post also includes the relevant details. Elsewise, just top level and mingle. Try not to get burned too badly. :) Good luck!]

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Natasha has never been able to sleep soundly through the night. The slightest thing pulls her into consciousness in an instant - a noise that shouldn’t be there, a change in temperature, the slightest touch. She doesn’t always open her eyes and get out of bed, because they’re almost always nothing to be worried about.

This time it’s different. The change in temperature, the muffled panicked voices, when they wake her up, they’re accompanied by the smell of smoke, and that has her sitting bolt upright. The first thing she reaches for is her phone, and upon seeing the message confirming the fire, she’s up and out of bed immediately.

The fire is close if she can smell it, feel it. She jams her bluetooth headset into her ear, pulls her hair back into a bun. Instinct to panic warring with the need to get people out of this building in her mind. She can do this. It’s going to be fine. The fucking building is just on fucking fire.

There’s a heavy metal footlocker at the foot of her bed, and most of her things are already in it. There are a few things on her night table, and she scoops them up and dumps them in, same with a chair by her bed and one dresser drawer. It all takes just a matter of moments. The question of how she’s going to get it out of the building is a problem. She can’t carry it down. Her things will never be more important than human life. Of course… her trunk can survive a fall that a person couldn’t. Which is how she ends up slamming it closed and throwing it out of the window into a small stand of trees. As soon as her hand lets go of the handle, she remembers that her suit was draped over the chair along with her jacket and jeans. The pile of clothes that she swept into her trunk. The trunk that is now… somewhere down there.

“Fuck.”

Well, nothing to do for it now. She just puts the rest of her gear on anyway, jams her feet into a pair of boots by her door, and pulls her bites onto her wrists. Before she leaves her room, she grabs a scarf and darts into the bathroom. She runs it under the tap quickly, then ties it over her nose and mouth and dunks her head under the same tap before running out of her room and for the stairwell.

With her heart in her throat, she fights against her panic and heads up instead of down, creating an open audio post on the network as she runs before sticking her phone in her bra. Sure would be nice to have a uniform with pockets right about now. Really sucks that hers is (hopefully) in a tree.

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Natasha does everything she can to clear the floors systematically, checking every room the spreading flames allow her to reach. She turns on taps in sinks she passes, grabs towels and curtains to soak in the water and wrap around people to help them make it out of the building without being burned. Those who are on relatively safe floors and seem capable of taking the stairs down themselves, she brings to the stairwell and warns them to just get out as quickly as they can. Anyone who does not seem capable of making it out of the building on their own, she will see them to safety. If the stairs are not an option, she will find another way. Having a purpose makes it much easier to squash down her own panic.

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If she comes across someone she thinks could help in the rescue effort, she will take a brief moment to trade information, and see what they think they're capable of. Plenty of brave, strong people in this city. Natasha is helping someone limp their way down a hallway when she spots one such person. "Hey!" she calls out, moving a little more quickly. "Do you think you could help me? I don't think they're going to make it down on their own."

iii
After the fire is finally put out, the building finally emptied, everything Natasha has been keeping at bay with a purpose comes crashing down on top of her. She's sore, her skin is dry and cracked, her eyes are watering and bloodshot, and her mind is a dark and fucking horrible place to be right now. She refuses medical attention, going so far as to yell at a few medics who try to get near her. She doesn't want anyone poking at her right now. She just sits on a planter, streaked with soot and ash, in her sports bra and shorts, and tries to pull herself together enough to function.

[[OOC: Natasha will check every floor she can get to, and every room on it that she can get into. Which means you cold have your door kicked in if you would like a really scary wake-up call.   Her plotting comment is here if you would like to plan something, though feel free to just go with whatever strikes your fancy.]]

Edited (added specific options) 2017-08-24 04:38 (UTC)

Lola did the smartest, most appropriate thing, that she could do in this situation. She got out of the building. She's not a fighter, she has no idea what to do in a fire. All she'd be in there is a liability. She grabbed some clothes, a pair of shoes, and her phone so she can keep up on the network. And she came outside. She can't claim this was the bravest thing she's done, but it was the smartest. By leaps and bounds.

She picked a bit of shrubbery and got herself dressed, quick as she could because she'd need to be, well... useful. That's the only way she can be useful. It'll make up for her not being able to help save people.

Option 1

Lola is using her phone to contact local hotels and shelters trying to determine where, if anywhere, everyone from inside of the Communal Residence can stay for the next night or two. Lola has done decent for herself, but this is a bit beyond her ability. It was selfish to grab her phone out of the burning building (as she did it for the photos of her friends on it), but it was practical to make use of it.

Sadly Lola's usual patience is... lacking. She's angry, and anxious, and so many of her calls end in a lot of very angry Spanish directed at her phone and she's getting very frustrated. Maybe calm her down?

Option 2

Lola's trying to find better ways to be useful, ways that don't involve screaming at her phone and getting frustrated. So she'll turn to helping the various people who come out of Communal get blankets, clothes, water, or help as they need it. She's able to move and able to work, and the idea of sitting still just bothers her too much to even consider. So anyone that looks in need of assistance might find Lola coming up.

"Is there anything I can get you?

Option 3: I need Healing!

If you're unfortunate enough to be hurt, Lola will naturally rush over and see what's wrong. She can't really provide first aid, she doesn't have the supplies or skills. However... her presence and her attention causes wounds to heal faster. Like... noticeably faster. Bruises and cuts just vanishing on a person as she fusses. Burns will get less severe, even if they don't vanish all the way.

Lola seems unaware of what's happening, even as she sees the wounds heal she assumes they just 'looked worse than they were.' But someone should piece that together, especially as Lola's focus brings along a wave of feeling watched over, flushing away some of the tiredness and stress of the situation.

Isn't Lola suppose to be the normal one?

[ i. crashing thru your window, yes yours. ]

[ Jon heard it before the announcement came through the network. Unsurprising, since his hearing is far better than most of his other senses. For a few seconds, Jon lay in bed, trapped in his uncertainty. Then he threw off the covers and reached for his suit — the Kryptonian one his father had gotten him. It feels different. Tighter, more . . . like a uniform than the threadbare costume Jon had put together himself. Adjusting his cape, Jon leaps from his window and flies —

— only to come face to face with a burning building. He stops in mid air, old memories overlapping. Of his tree burning, of his town in flames, and Manchester Black's hands on his face. No. Watch. Remember. Black is black and white is white. Jon presses his lips so tightly that they ache. He had been afraid, afraid to use his powers since then. Afraid that he might find a waiting abyss, a darkness that Manchester Black had been ready to exploit. Jon could be that monster. Jon felt it under his skin.

But Superman was not here in Riverview. There was only Jon. And that had to be enough for now.

Jon flies through the window, ignoring the glass shards. The flames lick at his suit, but Jon can't feel it. He hones on the closest heartbeat, his eyes darting back and forth. ]

If you're here, we gotta go! Right now!

[ ii. take my breath away. ]

[ As Jon flew people in and out, he also walked through the building with ease, blowing out fires with his super-breath. A few staircases had caved in, making it impossible to head for the exit. With a frown, he musters up his ice-breath, creating slopes for people to use. It's not perfect but Jon couldn't carry everyone out or fully expunge every flame. He coughs, some of the smoke entering his lungs and for a moment, he struggles to breath. He couldn't stop, not yet. His father wouldn't have stopped. He blinks away smokey tears, straining his eyes as he calls out to anyone near by. ]

I can make an exit! And a slope to get down.

[ Jon cracks his knuckles to demonstrate his competence. Though he's probably nearing his limit. ]

[ iii. aftermath ]

[ For a while, Jon just watches the fires go out. The heartbeats in the area are full of sorrow, shock and loss and it slowly grinds away at his composure. This was his first moment . . . his first steps outside of the loving safety net his father had always provided. The first time he might have jeopardized his identity and everything his father stood for. He might have compromised his safety, left himself open to another manipulation like the kind Manchester Black had subjected him to.

Jon didn't know. He doesn't have any of the answers. He rubs his throat, feeling the sting of smoke. Maybe instead of worrying about the future, he should look into getting a glass of water. And a long night's rest. ]

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Edited 2017-08-24 09:58 (UTC)

[ Jon lowers a few people onto the ground before he snaps to attention at the sound of someone else's voice. He straightens himself, trying to look more grownup than he actually is. The bright red S stands out on his chest. ]

What do you need?

It's not the fire so much as the sound of people running around and yelling that wakes Steve up from his sleep, and though he's a little groggy at first, it doesn't take a lot for him to figure out something's wrong. And the moment he steps out onto the hallway, he can already tell why.

There's a faint curtain of smoke, even when there's no fire nearby, but it's enough to tell that at least somewhere on the building, something's on fire. He doesn't give himself enough time to think, kicking into action without thought. Still in his boxers and sleeveless shirt, he rushes up and down the stairs, searching for people who need help making it down the building, offering to carry anyone who might look like they need it.

He turns quickly when a voice yells across on such hallway, and he rushes towards the pair of people quickly, placing a hand on the shoulder of the one that's limping. "Right. Yeah," he nods, then without pause reaches to lift the person up in his arms, tipping his head towards the door to the stairs. "Think you can open a path for me?"

[Elves don't really sleep; Taako is awake when the message hits the network, and after giving Lup and Lucretia a heads up, he pulls on his cloak, grabs the umbra staff, and heads out the door. He's not a hero, but he has friends that live in communal housing.

Once he arrives, though, Taako doesn't head straight in, because there's something he should do first.]

Hey, Jon, c'mere.

[It's said clearly, but not loudly. He's just hoping Jon will be paying attention.]

[ It doesn't take long for Jon to descend to where Taako was. He's all suited up, his cape fluttering in the wind. ]

Taako? What's wrong?

01; makin' my way downstairs; floor 10/fire escape

[ Heat and the smell of smoke doesn't catch Hana's attention quite like the blue surge of energy that kills the power does. Of course she had been up this late playing video games and of course her almost professional focus on it held her attention until the game was suddenly gone in concurrence with that arcing energy, as with the other electrical items in the common area of the tenth floor— and the rest of the floor, too, for that matter. Her first instinct is to check the network for new, already a sinking feeling in her stomach that this isn't just a power outage as the newest post confirms what she'd begun to suspect.

Help. She needs to help. She needs to suit up. She needs her mech.

With the light on her phone, she tries to find her way back to her room, to her trunk where her plugsuit is stashed away. And without any regard to anyone being around because – shit, the building is on freaking fire – she changes into it, slips her headgear on and then dashes out.

There's not much she can do without her mech. Crap. She needs to get downstairs, but— what if she can help on the way down? Shouldn't she at least try? Ahh, crap. Her feet take her hurriedly to the fire escape, where she practically kicks the tenth floor entrance to it open. ]

I need to get downstairs!

02; rescue mode engaged; outside

[ She feels much, much better once she makes it down to the basement garage and gets into her mech. Because after she suits up, she's able to boost and fly and hover up to where she's needed, starting with boosting out of the garage entrance (look, it's closer than the exit, and it's an emergency) and out onto the streets where people are trying to collect themselves after escaping, being treated for injuries, and everything else in between.

Where is she needed? She can fly up to windows and help people get out of those, or go back into the think of things and help move heavy things if they're obstructing escape. She's in a big hunk of pink-coated metal, she can do anything. ]

> earlier; closed to shiro

[ It was already going to be a long night, but Hana hadn't known just how much it would be when she spontaneously decided to text Shiro at 1am with the most mundane of questions: how do you brush your teeth in space? Because she had been brushing her own teeth with the honest intention of going to bed even though she didn't feel even the least bit tired, and even though she already knew she would probably just end up staying up playing games. Plans change all the time, and hers do when she unexpectedly receives a reply from him.

Well, if he's up, might as well hang out, right?

Which is how they've ended up in the common area of the tenth floor, with the game Hana's been playing and showing Shiro. This time it's one set in space, which is quite possibly how she ended up wondering how one brushes their teeth in zero-G, and instead of zombies she's fighting against murderous, sentient robots with a hivemind.

...Which kinda reminds her of home, but she doesn't want to think about that.

And she won't have to, because at some point there's a distinct rumbling sound and feeling coming from below them, almost shaking, definitely out of the ordinary. She almost pauses her game, but instead she casts a glance over to Shiro and says, ]

Did you hear that?

> wildcard!

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[ Miqo’te are hunters, and as such they are possessed of senses beyond that of normal humans. The smell of smoke reaches his nose first, tugging him out of his sleep, and he sits bolt upright in bed. X’rhun is well-acquainted with the smells of everything around him going up in flames, and he’s well-acquainted with just how quickly this sort of situation can go from bad to worse.

He doesn’t have the time to throw on his Duelist uniform— too many buckles and fiddly bits and he’s in a hurry— so he’s in the midst of tugging on the practical pair of boots that accompany the Perimeter Guard uniform he was given (and never wears) when a surge of… something kills the power.

He’s still only half-dressed in his boots and a pair of plain sweats, his rapier and crystal at his hips, a balled-up t-shirt in one hand when he nearly collides with Hana as she’s bolting into the room. ]

Whatever you’re doing, there’s no time. We need to get out of here.

[Shiro hadn't thought he was going to be having one of those nights where he wouldn't be able to sleep. They seemed to be inconsistent, but he could tell. Whenever he closed his eyes, he started slipping back to the time before he escaped.

So he had been in the common area of the 15th floor, trying not to fall asleep when he had received a text from Hana. Probably the most random thing he could have received, but he had attempted a one text answer (which didn't work because it was complicated) before being invited come down to the 10th floor and hang out.

That was how he ended up on her floor at 2am, watching her play video games. It was certainly more exciting than sitting upstairs alone and significantly better conversation.

He raised an eyebrow feeling the floor shaking and that rumbling sound from below them. Like from right below them]

I heard it.

[He stood up, heading towards the stairwell to see if he could spot what happened, but stopped after only a few steps before the power went out and a flash of blue light seems to cross upward from the floor below them.

The smell that followed it definitely confirmed his worst fears: a very strong smell of smoke]

We need to move. We need to wake your roommates and get out.

[He was quick in making decisions in a crisis at least]

Your mech can help. I need to get my armor.

[ Hana just barely veers off of the collision course with X'rhun, too, and just barely keeps her balance through it; but her momentum keeps her going and she doesn't show any signs of stopping, not even after his warning. Her trunk is already thrown open and she's already pulling her suit out. ]

Thirty. I can do this in less than thirty. I'm not going to be much use if I'm not protected even when I get my mech.

[ She looks back at him very briefly. ]

Can you see if the rest of the people on our floor are up?

[ When the power went out and Shiro went toward the stairwell, Hana was looking at her phone, which was her own way of trying to figure out what was happening. She was about to speak up and say that they needed to act quickly—

when Shiro beat her to the punch. She'd almost say something about him being bossy, and that she already knew she needed her mech, but it wasn't the time and she knew he was a leader and making snap-decisions was what leaders did. In the end, she just gave him a nod of her head as she started making her way toward her room. ]

You're upstairs, right? I need to suit up and get to my mech. I'm not gonna call it here and send it crashing through burning floors.

You can alert people on your way back up, if they don't already know what's going on.

[ Besides, she could pull her own weight in a crisis, too. ]

Floor 2

Keith wasn't exactly a heavy sleeper, especially lately. So, even with seven floors between them, the slight rumble from above was all it really took to rouse him. He opened his eyes, not really moving, wondering if someone had just bumped his bed as they walked past to the bathroom or something, but there wasn't any movement in his area of the floor. He sighed a little, intending on rolling over and attempting to go back to sleep when strange blue arcs made their way around the room, lighting it up in a momentary flash.

Then they were gone.

He frowned and sat up now, wondering what that had been, when his communicator buzzed. He looked at it.

"Quiznak." He jumped up and grabbed his Paladin armor. He was used to pulling it on fast now, and, as he did, he started working to wake other people on Floor 2.

"HEY! Get up! There's a fire upstairs! We need to get out!"

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Rescues!

One good thing about Paladin armor was that it was pretty resistant to heat and flames. He'd done this before when Sendak and his second in command set fire to the Arusian village to draw the Paladins away from the Castle of Lions in an attempt to take it over. Activating the facemask, he charged up the steps to start waking people up and getting them out, helping anyone he could along the way.

He was also escorting people out, or, as he got to floors that were burning, taking them out through windows if needed as the jetpacks on the back of his armor were good for helping him land easily from high jumps, even carrying someone else. Here was hoping his 'passengers' didn't mind heights!

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Rescued?

Okay, so Keith was impulsive, and often jumped into things without thinking when he was trying hard to do the right thing. He often disregarded his own safety when attempting to ensure the safety of others. Oops.

On a particularly burned up level, he wasn't paying attention and the ceiling came down on top of him. The armor protected him from any major injuries, but he was definitely pinned and was going to need some help getting out.

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Aftermath

A few bumps and bruises later, as well as a sore and potentially sprained ankle from the caved in ceiling, and Keith was basically stuck outside waiting to see who he knew had made it out. He had pulled off his helmet, the surface of his armor covered in soot and smoke, and looked pretty tired. Thankfully, the helmet had kept him from breathing in any smoke. He was pretty sure he'd seen Shiro at a few points, as they both had the lighting on their armor, so it would have been easy to spot each other, even in the smoke and darkness, but he was limping around the crowd looking for him now to make sure he was out of the building completely. It seemed like most everyone was out, so there was no reason to go back in, right?

[ He frowns a little, not quite disapproving but clearly concerned. His ears remain angled back towards the common area and the door to the stairs as he tries to listen for voices or footsteps. ]

I have been doing.

What is it you're planning?

He was supposed to be staying put, not limping and wandering around the crowd outside looking for people, but he was doing the latter out of sheer stubbornness and the complete inability to sit still at the moment. Keith was looking for others from Floor 2, people he knew from other floors, and, most specifically, Shiro. He ended up coming upon Lola, who was moving around those who might be injured, bringing them water or blankets or other things they might need and trying to be comforting.

Honestly, he was glad to see she'd gotten out and seemed to be doing okay... unharmed, at least.

"Hey... you okay?"

He was in his Paladin armor, the helmet tucked under an arm, and looked kind of worse for wear being all covered in soot and smoke, and that wasn't even counting the fact that he was clearly favoring his left leg.

Oh, this is nice, I love this.

[He's grinning as he sees Jon, gesturing a little at the suit, because that's - that's very cute.]

Nothing's wrong, just thought maybe I could do you a favor, cause you've got that secret identity, right?

[And unlike Clark, who had a long time to practice the 'unassuming reporter' schtick, and who was one among many dark haired white dudes in their late 20s/early 30s, Jon is one of the few kids amongst their little group of arrivals.

So Taako can help.]

[ Jon flushes lightly, not used to being scrutinized. Then his attention is caught by a "favor". ]

Yeah . . . What about it?

Floor 10

And she had only just gotten to sleep too. But she didn't sleep heavily on a good day, and her mind had yet to fully switch over from superhero to civilian mode. So when her room flickered with... with -something- she didn't quite see, she immediately jerked her head up to catch the light fading. "What was that..?" she stumbled out of her bed, glancing around for her roommates, if they were present. "Hey, something's going on outside..!" Like a fire. A big one. "Oh no --" Welp! If her roomies were around she'd immediately go to wake them up, shaking the sleepiness from her own head.

Rescuing! Beginning at Floor 10 and heading up~ (Ladybug OTA)

Once she was clear to do so, she had changed into her Ladybug persona quickly, wasting no time in her intent to get to anyone who might need help. First she did a sweep of her floor, checking to make sure others were able to evacuate before heading for the stairs. Up or down.. up or down? Up. She darted up the stairs, dodging fire and falling rubble, coughing slightly - the smoke wasn't as thick yet, but it was spreading quickly. "Hello! Is anyone here!? If you need help call out - make some noise or anything!" There was a chance that someone was injured and couldn't call out though. She really hoped that wasn't the case.

2. Rescue meeeee~! (Marinette OTA)

A smart person would think of their life first - Marinette was bright enough, but some people might think her recklessness made her .. not so much intelligent. She put value on the strangest things - for example, when when she woke up detecting the faintest smell of smoke, she at first thought someone left the oven on. She'd gotten up to investigate, looking for her roommates - but the smoke was stronger by then, and it wasn't coming from their kitchen.

That's when she realized there was a very real, very dangerous, fire somewhere. She had at first gone to check the window to see if she could determine where it was, and when she saw the flames licking their way up the building, she rushed her way out of the shared room, heading for the stairs, letting out a yelp of surprise when she saw the flames. ...And promptly makes a break back to her room. She wasn't about to let the flames burn up her hard work! Someone might have to DRAG her out. Or they can surprise her in the hall while rescuing others!

3. Aftermath (Ladybug and Marinette OTA)
Ladybug Mode
She couldn't do much to help people who were injured, but she did stop by those who looked like they were worse off to try to do what she could, even if it was reassuring them she'd get help. Her main goal was to find someone who looked like they were investigating what caused the fire, so she could learn what happened as well. She will stop to exchange information with anyone who asks though.

[ OOC: Also side note, anyone who wants an area repaired either fully or partially, she can use her power to do that! Just hit me up :) ]

Marinette Mode
She was kind of used to pulling late nighters and the scare with the fire frightened her enough that she didn't think she WANTED to sleep anytime soon. Still, she -was- tired, so she picked her way over to a spot by the building, coughing and soot covered, flinching slightly from burns she received both as Marinette and as Ladybug. Her matching injuries shouldn't be an issue though - almost everyone got hurt here.

Marinette had refused to flee the building immediately - she insisted on getting the cloth and dolls she'd been working on because she did NOT want to redo all that work all over again. She was still moving quickly, stuffing what she could into her backpack as she shifted her weight from the rising temperature as the fire got closer. Once she was ready, she darted over to the door, only to see the fire had already reached her floor. "No!"

Welp, there was only one other way out. She ran over to the balcony, peering down. Sure, she was ONLY on the tenth floor. Climbing down was a STELLAR idea and.. yet that was exactly what she planned on doing. After grabbing a few bedsheets from her bed, that is, tying them as quickly as she could to the balcony. "Here goes.." She tied the sheet to the railing and climbed over the balcony, starting to climb down.

Her cloth tying skills needed work though, because by the time she got to the eighth floor, it started to loosen. She glanced up just as it gave way, and as she started to fall, she shrieked, automatically grabbing hold of the ledge, her body hitting the building heavily. "GGuh!" And just her luck, the ledge just so happened to break away under her hands and she was falling again. "TI--!" WAH, she's gonna be street pizza'd before while she was still in her prime!

I'm gonna make that a little easier on you, just don't fight me, yeah?

[Because this is a spell that an unwilling creature can resist, and Taako would rather avoid Jon having to make a saving roll.

He casts seeming, altering the colour of Jon's hair (to a dusty blond), his eye colour, and just kind of gently changing how Jon's face looks so he isn't immediately recognizable as Jon.]

There you go, little man, a proper disguise.

[Taako is being an upstanding fucking citizen and helping out with this whole mess, but he's unfortunately having a slightly difficult time of it when he spots Hana. Well, he spots the mech, since the bright pink bunny is hard to miss, even from the eighth floor.]

Yo, D.va! [It's hollered out a window, and that's the only place Taako can go, because a fallen beam blocked off the entrance behind him.

He could just jump out and levitate his way down, but he's trying to conserve spell slots for actually handling the fire.] I could use a ride!

[ Jon pats his hair and face curiously. ]

Do I look different?

Is my hair green?

[Taako grabs his phone real quick to take a picture, which he then turns to show Jon.]

Green's a little much, don't you think?

[ Jon peers at the picture, a little impressed. He doesn't get to see magic often. His father has never been fond of that weakness. ]

Green could be cool. Just saying.

Thanks Taako.

Not when you're kinda trying for inconspicuous.

[It's accompanied by a ruffle of Jon's hair as Taako puts his phone away, demeanor changing a little as he shifts to Business Mode.]

What're we looking at so far, my dude?

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everything's on fire

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA

Lola Pacini | OTA | Outside

Jonathan Samuel Kent | OTA

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im doing a wildcard thing :V

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Keith | OTA

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Rescues! Beware Falling Marinettes

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