[center][h3][color=00a99d]『𝔼𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥』 [/color][/h3][/center]
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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/3R5vYYi.png?2[/img][/center][hr][center][color=00a99d]𝕋𝕙: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟, 𝔻.ℂ.   / /   ℍ𝕪𝕒𝕥𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝   / /  ~𝟙𝟚𝟘𝟘[/color][/center][hr]
A caustic flare searing through his throat. Something to go with the burning vice gripping his skull, he guessed. He probably deserved it.

Ernie had uselessly hoped that the emergency sirens would be the worst of the nuisance waking him from his midday nap. The noise seemed to physically bash his brain in with every infernal wail.

[color=00a99d]“Hammer head,”[/color] he groaned, blindly pawing for his canvas bag as a soldier barked orders to evacuate.

There was no time to take it in. The sudden brand on his neck. The ice giant he glimpsed through tired, half-lidded eyes. The world turning sideways yet another time. Ernie had summoned his rope in the blind panic, feeling impact but no pain as gravity took its brutal course. A cacophony of shattered noises, screaming both human and mechanical in nature invaded his ears. He felt the weight of something stiff and unyielding rest on his chest. He was safe, for now. His rope had saved him from another fall. Physically he was unharmed. But Jesus H. Christ.

This migraine would fucking kill him before any tower fall would.

Grumbling incoherently, Ernie pushed the coffee table off him and tried to make sense of everything happening. His classmates were here, some pinned, some in trouble. He…he needed to help, right…?

A sudden lurch of his stomach and Ernie bent over, barely managing to keep his meagre breakfast in. His hands alternated between clutching his neck and holding his head in some attempt to block out the noise. Neither actions were doing anything to help. It was like molten lava seeping through his skull, scorching and pulsing with every [i]fucking[/i] beat of that distant siren. Ernie resisted the urge to curl up and just lie there until it went away. Getting away was the biggest priority. He just needed to…just needed…

[color=00a99d]“Rrrrgh!”[/color] Ernie suppressed another groan as Brent’s voice blared through. Another call from Brent, not from the cuff this time, and Ernie heaved himself to his feet, lumbering unsurely to whatever his friend needed. The Aberration vaguely recognised the prone, bleeding form of Christmas through his daze and understood the situation immediately. 

Searching around, Ernie found a rod-like object to latch onto in the form of a long, broken frame piece. Feet were planted firmly on the floor. The rope latched onto the frame piece and was tossed over the side. With that, traction was secured. Ernie looked to Brent with a silent nod, signalling the “a-okay” with his free hand before closing his eyes and massaging his forehead.

Urgh, hopefully he’d get some time to recover while everyone got themselves sorted.