[005] armageddon.

[custodismundi]

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B - Hope you don't mind

[chaoschildofgod]

[Since he's out doing what he can, when chaos spots the two he'll move over, especially as one is holding onto the other quite tightly.]

Are you two okay?

not at all!! 1/2

[custodismundi]

[he is... in shock, his hands tightening a little further around his small brother protectively -- but he recognizes the voice, a bit... and he slows his pace as chaos approaches.

...not that he's much for conversation right now. kind've lost, here. WHAT IS GOING ON MAN THIS IS NOT COOL ALRIGHT. THIS IS NOW HOW THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE.]

we love all the cr forever! 2/2

[kinships]

[Keeping his fingers tightly curled into Abel's clothes, Cain tilted his head to see who was approaching. He was in a state of shock too, this was far too much for a young boy - even one raised to be a military leader - could hope to handle.

There are dead... everywhere. The stench of them is incredible, the look of their bodies it--

--hn. He clings tighter to Abel, but manages to get a stilted response out.]

We're... not hurt.

Yay!

[chaoschildofgod]

[chaos slows his pace as he approaches them, having seen Abel's grip tighten just a bit on the other young man. Their eyes give him a hint of what's wrong, so he scans them quickly, but seeing no blood or sign of injury, nods at Cain's words.]

Good... Where are you going?

A

[kinships]

[Cain had been sound asleep in his room when the world fell out from underneath him and, unlike Abel, he had no prior experience to call upon for something so horrific.

There is a smell as he comes around that he doesn't recognise, burned and charred almost like a barbecue gone wrong, and his head hurts slightly from where he had fallen through the floor of his upstairs bedroom and into the debris of where his home had been.

He's lucky that he's a clone, or he might have been seriously injured by that. As it was, he was just dazed and a little bruised, sitting up in the rubble slowly and angling his head when he heard a familiar voice.]

...Abel?

[custodismundi]

CAIN!

[it's a ragged call-- hoarse and decidedly desperate, a tinge of relief in it at hearing the echo back of his name. Abel is picking through the debris as he spots the blonde head of hair, moving like a madman and damning his lack of certain inheritances of birthright right about now.]

Cain-- [are you okay? you're alive; thank God you're alive, you... are...

his eyes are burning and it isn't from the air as he reaches his little brother and plucks him up so fast, holding him so, so tightly it's bound to leave bruises and he can't help it at all.]

Sorry. I--'m sorry.

[kinships]

[It's dizzying, the speed with which he finds himself scooped into strong arms and held so tightly that it almost hurts. But he would never complain, his arms coming around his brother in return almost desperately.

He can't take it in, it's... huge. How had this happened? How was it even real? Everything was gone... destroyed. The dead littered the ground and their house was in ruins. No, the whole town was in ruins.]

What... what's happening?

[custodismundi]

Bomb... there was a...

[they should be dead; he knows it. he's seen what weapons like this do. but this 'town' didn't function by rules like the ones he's used to and the game they're trapped in has taken another gruesome turn.

perhaps it would've been kinder to have been taken in the blast. he pulls Cain to him tighter still, shaking like a leaf. he really is a useless man.]

H... hurt, are you hurt? P-- please tell me you're-- [okay ahh;;]

B

[fireandiceland]

[Iceland hasn't moved far from his house--he's at a loss for options, his brothers droned, Puffin nowhere to be found, and the pillar off in the distance a reminder of what Mayfield had done this time. If he pretended it was a volcanic eruption, and not--what it was--it was a bit easier to start moving.

He does notice Cain being carried, though, and looks up from the rubble at him and the man carrying him. It wouldn't be difficult to get hurt in this sort of mess...]

1/2 -- Abel will answer with 2/2 :D

[kinships]

[He has been staring almost blankly over Abel's shoulder as he was being carried, but movement catches his eye in the horrific stillness of dead drones and rubble.

Looking over, he tugged slightly on Abel's clothes and pointed.]

Abel... I know him, he's a friend of mine. We can't... leave him alone.

2/2!

[custodismundi]

[he looks down on his brother as his attention is drawn away from the rather depressing scenery -- and almost dumbly looks over as requested. a friend...?

well, he isn't about to disoblige Cain now... and he has no idea where they're going regardless, ceasing his pace and facing toward Iceland. not that it looked like this man had a plan of action, either...]

[fireandiceland]

[Iceland regards the Abel a bit nervously, but then looks back at Cain.]

How'd you get hurt? You shouldn't worry about someone else if you can't even walk.

[There's badly-concealed worry in the chiding tone.]

B!

[notalwystrthful]

[ Diana is left staring at where her house was for several minutes. She does hear that, in the distance, there's the soft pitter-patter of footsteps. And, she lifts her head and turns around to peer into the dusty landscape.

The figure itself can't be mistaken as anyone else but Abel. She wants to smile now, but she feels that it'd be useless for now. So, she tries to remain tight-lipped and businesslike.

But, wait - what was that thing with him? Cain? ]

Abel...?

1/2 <:

[custodismundi]

[she's alive.

...when he spots her, there's a little... relief that sends a chord of something through him; he might've broken many promises, but... he hadn't broken this one just yet. Diana is safe as one gets in a time like this.

he's holding his brother a little closer as he makes his pace toward her.]

Are you-- [alright? ...he doubts 'alright' qualifies.] ...Were you hurt?

2/2

[kinships]

[Ah, he is also relieved when he sees that familiar face on the horizon, yet it also brings a pang of fear that he hadn't even considered his friends might be hurt or worse. The shock of this happening had wiped that from his mind, and now...]

We have to... keep moving, find somewhere safe.

[There was the unspoken implication that she should come with them.]

[notalwystrthful]

[ She nods at Abel's first question - even though she knows mentally and emotionally she isn't alright. Then, she shakes her head at his second question. It seems like the gravity of the situation has taken its' toll on her and she doesn't want to talk.

Though, that vow might be broken for just a minute. ]

...The shed, Abel. Do you remember where it is? Let's go there.

[ Her voice sounds weak, hollow - void of any emotion to it. ]

B!

[decadenzas]

[Charles got himself together very quickly after the attack, prepared as he is for Mayfield's antics and used to the carnage and destruction of war. he's poking through a pile of rubble with one of several twisted pieces of metal he's carrying when the sound of someone approaching draws his attention up. even with dull human senses he's an attentive person by nature.]

-Oh. [the priest and a stranger. he wonders if either are injured, but doesn't ask yet.] It seems most of us have survived.

1/2 <:

[custodismundi]

[--Charles. he recognizes the small vampire bat cake-buddy thing with absent clarity... recognition in his eyes as he finds himself addressed. he doesn't realize he's slowed his pace until he's standing a few in front of him and stalled.]

...Are you alright, Charles?

[looking him over to make sure... ah. right.]

This is-- Cain. My brother, there's...

[...there's no Mayfield anymore, bro. wtf is even D: he is totally... not. just... not. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE'S NOT BUT HE'S NOT THAT, WHATEVER IT IS.]

2/2 ;D

[kinships]

[Abel knows this man?

Cain tilts his head to look at the other, though he makes no move to let go of his brother or hold out his hand for a polite shake as he would have done in any other situation.]

I'm--

[--what to even say? This was too surreal, was it even reality?]

--sorry we had to meet like... this.

[decadenzas]

[Abel so eloquent... he gives a curt nod in response, having been lucky enough to escape his house with little issue.

his attention then turns toward the stranger - Cain? - and has to resist the urge to smile humorlessly at their names. a bad omen, to name a pair of siblings after such biblical figures.]

There's nothing to apologise for. Mayfield is wont to bring people together under the least pleasant of situations. [he prods the rubble pile again before straightening his posture, slinging the metal through a makeshift strap he's tied over his shoulder.]

Are you both in fair health? I imagine this must be a shock for you.