[color=344A6C][center][h1][b]Tristan Douge[/b][/h1][/center][/color] [b][center]&[/center][/b] [color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Tristan hung around near the Warehouse. He shot a few careful glances at each of the other people still lurking about. He saw some of the other people who tried to leave walking back after him-- Either they weren't too indifferent to staying together with the others, or they were equally disappointed by the chasm. He checked most of them carefully, looking for any Aura signs of their misdeeds. Anyone here guilty of something? 

After a few empty searches, he decided to stop. No good in trying to pick a bone with people you're stuck with. 

He then noticed the sun went from quickly setting to practically [i]gone[/i] as a quick wave of darkness washed over them, followed by the streetlights activating. Well that was weird... Apparently the city was abandoned but with perfectly functioning lights? 

Moments later, he saw massive, towering tentacles of flesh rising from the Chasm he just left. Massive might have been a bit of an overstatement, but long certainly wasn't. Printed all along them were faces... Faces that, just for a moment, looked too much like-- [b]Fuck[/b]. They managed to slink all the way from the short walk to the chasm and straight towards the Warehouse. Tristan lunged out of the way, even though none of them were coming straight for him, landing to the side alley of the warehouse. The tentacles then crashed right into the building, smashing through windows and the door, grabbing a handful of people. The one rocker dude who walked out on trying to follow them, as well as two other girls, one of which being the one that immediately panicked and clung to a wall. 

Agatha resumed panic, even greater than before, when the tentacles grasped at her, before pulling her out of the Warehouse and waving her in the air. On them were the faces of her own parents, as well as her grandparents. Her own parent's visage was that of frustration and agony, moaning and growling, contorted with rage and sorrow. Jeffrey's face was mindlessly hollering in ignorant fear, as if it was just as desperate as Agatha was. The only calm visage was her own grandmother's closed eyes and still mouth, resting peacefully amist the confusion. Agatha squirmed helplessly-- The tentacles were extremely thick, holding her in an iron grasp.  

Rather than try and fight those things, Tristan's first instinct was to [i]run[/i]. Quickly scrambling back up to his feet, Tristan ran as fast as he could away from the warehouse and in the opposite direction of the Chasm and warehouse.

Agatha continued to writhe in panic as she was pulled off to god knows where-- When suddenly, she felt an equivalent force pull back against her, stopping her from being dragged off by the large tendrils. Stilling herself for a moment, she saw a massive pair of blue lobster tentacles pinching the tentacle grasping her, keeping her in place. With yet another wave of renewed Clarity, Agatha saw others using extranormal abilities to defend themselves. A brilliant flash of light nearly blinded Agatha, yet managed to incinerate one of the tentacles abducting Kayla. The man they tried to capture followed suit, with a loud explosion of sound freeing him from his binds.

That's when Agatha found that she didn't need to worry about prudence. Probably shouldn't have in the [i]first place[/i], but still. Agatha reached deep into her mind. There, the Lady Bug buzzed aggressively in panic. Without even another mental word, Agatha pulled themselves together. A wave of blue, wisped light surrounded Agatha, itching down to her very form, before exploding outward in a massive, sedan-sized ladybug as the two beings became one. Just the sudden burst of size might've been enough to break the tentacle's grasp, but for good measure she stabbed into it with her spindly legs, tearing at the facial mockeries embedded along it. For added measure, the lady bug swarm of lady bugs came to her aid, landing on the monster and delivering a series of weak but plentiful bites. The tentacle then let loose and retreated from her, dropping her. She hit the ground with a hard thud, but suffered virtually no damage. After rolling on her back for a bit, she eventually flipped over, rolling upright and letting her antennae shift. 

[i]Alright, lets go back[/i], Agatha communicated.

[i]No. Danger. Stay.[/i], the Lady Bug disagreed. This prevented the two of them from separating, causing them to remain in the form of a massive ladybug, even as the last of the tentacles dropped their victims and gave apparent sign of retreat...