[center][h2]Plans Come Crashing Down Part 3 [/h2][/center] Location: One Night in Hell→ Exiting Time: Evening- Opening [hr] [center] Lily & Afua [/center] Afua shoved off the stone piece pinning her leg down. It thudded hard and kicked dust up in its landing, her bone undamaged. Her head throbbed like crazy causing her hand to cradle her forehead. She glanced about to get her bearings a moment. Though the damage didn’t topple the roof down on top of everyone, it was obvious a bomb went off in here. Several overhead lights had come crashing down into the dance floor. The surface was littered with broken metal, concrete, and shattered glass. Electricity sparked from disconnected wires. They hissed like wild snakes in plain view, ready to bite anyone daring to get near enough. Ignoring the throbbing headache pounding away, she began to raise upright on her wobbly feet. It was too dangerous to remain here. The few remaining survivors had begun to come together and assist those worse off. It was a rare glimpse of humanity’s better side. Afua didn’t waste time admiring it. She shook off the daze in her brain as she reached for her pendant, gathering her Vis within it. She began to summon a familiar beast to her side. Her undead lion, nicknamed Sizwe, began to materialized into solid form. His decaying flesh looked more dried out than in the weeks before, subtly reflecting the preservation techniques she had been improving on. The mane had thinned out with patches torn out nearest his back. Along his shriveled flank were several bullets to knife marks, all stitched close. Jerky-like muscle and bone showed through the peeling flesh, his muzzle forever sealed in a crooked, unnatural 'sneer'. Afua uttered some swear words in her native language while dusting herself off. [color=PaleVioletRed] “Shit… if I ever find out who did this, I’ll rip their voice box out,”[/color] Lily hissed, her arms struggled to push off a metal bar pinning her in place. “Lily, is that you?" [color=PaleVioletRed] "Help me, please. Afua!"[/color] Afua rushed over, carefully navigating to the fallen siren, "Is anything broken?" [color=PaleVioletRed] “No, but I’m pretty sure a rebar found its way into my side and penetrated pretty deeply,”[/color] Lily said through gritted teeth. She moved just enough for Afua to spot the end sticking out of her lower torso, the blood hidden by her crimson dress. [center] Nikki[/center] Nikki heard the bottles exploded before she felt the glass embedded into her exposed flesh. Tiny shards had cut through her outfit causing superficial wounds across her back. She screamed as she tossed herself into the ground, stunned by the bomb’s shockwave. When the rumble died and the dust cleared, she bravely edged out of her protective ball. Slowly her arms lowered from shielding her face while she pulled upright. She looked down, noticing the small red lines on her arms and legs. However, everything seemed in order while she reached for the counter. Her fingers clamped down before she pulled herself to her feet, silently thanking she was a bartender here. It seemed the counter had shielded her from most of the aftermath. All around, those able to stand began to mill around. Some helping others and the rest trying to escape the nightmare the club had become. [b][color=c85656]"I'm a healer! But I don't have enough Vis to heal everybody. Anybody with some Vis to spare, or who is wounded, would you mind accepting my psychic invitation?"[/color][/b] [i]“And who the hell are you?”[/i] Nikki's mind bluntly asked, her lips curled into a frown and eyeing the air where she suspected the disembodied voice originated from. She was wondering if she had been knocked on the head a bit too hard. [center] Darius[/center] Outside the club, the winds began to gradually pick up. Snow continued to fall lazily toward the ground causing drifts to build among the dirty streets of Ominar. By now, most of them had been trampled into slush by the patrons moving inside. Poorly kept street lamps tried to chase away the darkness only to fuel its power. Its shitty light barely illuminated Darius’ furless skin with a slight yellow tint. His hands pressed deeper into his pockets, shielding them from the chilly air while watching the line slowly dwindling down. The fox silently cursed his decision to change his mind last minute. Afua was right, the place was packed. For being intelligence, he made many recent mistakes he couldn’t afford lately. This one was the largest one yet. If someone recognized or followed him back, things would become more complicated than ever. Ignoring the feeling nagging at him to turn back, Darius’ attention sought any distraction. Instinctively he turned to the skies above the city. Grey storm clouds had begun to collect mysteriously over Ominar where they lingered despite the wind’s will. It was strange enough to cause some concern to grow within his chest. Shrugging his every increasing anxiety off, Darius’ eyes shift back to the club’s entrance. What happened next caught him completely off guard. A low rumbled ripped across the crowd, drowning out their noise and silencing them instantly. Those patrons closest to the club entrance quickly found themselves knocked off their feet as others rushed out. Some were covered in their own blood and nursing various wounds. Others were just rushing away to escape. Confusion and chaos filled the street while some tried to help the victims who had managed to make it outside. Darius, caught in the impact area, shook his head loose from the ringing anchored in his hearing. As the haze cleared, his figure began to rise from his kneeling position. A subtle growl emitted under his breath as one name came to mind: Cortes. He would benefit the most from an incident like this, but proving it would be difficult. Especially with Licenti hatred rising thanks to recent events. Darius shoved through the fleeing crowd. He was heading toward the club’s entrance, unconcerned about the danger or any possible injury. His eyes searched for Masha among the survivors. Some were being picked up and helped by good samaritans, tending to the wounds. Many of those outside were concerned and curious about what happened, questioning those individuals healthy enough to answer. Darius just ignored them while he continued deeper inside.