Organization-In-The-Making [Open]

[Rolt |The Immortal|]

Vidrel watched the kid fly by him, and then cast some sort of wind spell. He didn't really care about the details, other than the fact that he had stopped falling as fast. He was still falling, sure, but not fast enough to hurt him. On the plus side, a door near him had been blasted open. As he floated near it, he grabbed the small dragoon's spear. "Hold on tight, kid." he told him as he kicked off the wall. His aim was to go through the now open elevator shaft door. "You and I are on guard duty until the Dilan and the girl get here." He secretly hoped that would be soon; Shinra would probably be hot on their tail. After all, they had just put an entire elevator shaft out of use. Those money-sucking CEO's woudn't be happy about the repairs they'd have to make.

[Beaver Dude]

[ooc: holy crap, we hit eight pages. And we ain't done yet.]

"So let me get this straight."

There was a pause as Angel collected his thoughts. He tapped the edge of his immense weapon. Habit of his.

Finally he spoke:

"We have two brats, an off-worlder and an Apprentice. All four of them managed to fall down an elevator shaft."

Crack and buzz of the intercom. "...yes."

"And we're not calling the medics because...?"

Exasperation colored Revolver's voice, even through the piss-poor communication interface. "Sir, please *crack* go find them. No apprentice of the King's would *bzzzt* falling any distance. I highly doubt his companions *crackle* either, regardless of their appearance"

Angel's reply was teasing. "You'd be surprised what can kill a man."

Finally, he hefted his sword. Three hundred pounds over with nary the slightest hint of strain.

"Alright alright. Off I go."

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Dilan slid down the elevator shaft, his head swimming. He had reached out with his power to help the kid dragoon and then... In his confused state he had thought he heard voices. Or rather, one presence and several others. Like children, crying after-

MoTHeR

.

Dilan blinked the thought away. The bot that hit him with the needles must have had a delayed reaction with him. He needed to flush out the toxin somehow. Pity his Zephyrus only worked on others - otherwise he'd be up and going in moments. He vaguely understood that the other two had the situation under control.

He nearly missed the open door but, finally, managed. Somehow. He tumbled through the entrance, managed to cushion the kid's fall with his own body.

Not exactly a graceful landing.

"We all good?" He croaked.

It was then he noticed people in the hazmat suits. There were thirteen of them, all pushing variously trolleys or doing other mundane tasks. They had frozen, the moment he'd tumbled in.

Well crap.

[Emi]

"Oomph...[/color]"

Emi rolled off Mr. Dilan, who had so kindly cushioned her fall, and on to her feet.
"Yeah. I'm good...[/color]"
Kind of a selfish statement, but she didn't know how to ask him if he was okay.
She was about to take off running, but stopped when she saw what Dilan was staring at. She took one cautious step forward, and then another. Hazmat suits... on TV, those usually meant something bad.

"Are we going to die!?[/color]" she wailed. She was just as frozen in her tracks as the workers were. Her panicked cry broke the silence. She probably should have kept her big mouth shut.

[Beaver Dude]

[ooc: I'm going to have to pull off a god-mod since Homac's not here right now. Don't worry, he's not dead. That said, do what you would normally do if you realized a kid was falling down an elevator shaft.]

Fi's grip on his spear, tenuous due to his recently expended spell, slipped.

There wasn't even the time to say anything.

The little dragoon fell into the void.

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Angel had been expecting a great deal of things.

Kids falling from the sky (or from elevator shafts) - well, not to sound arrogant, but he had been expecting it a bit. While a great many people were in awe of the King, he wasn't one of them. The apprentices were bound to mess up sooner or later.

What he hadn't expected was for a kid to fall on him. Child looked like he was suffering from magic depletion - completely out of it.

And now Angel was falling too. It was nearly a kilometer drop from here to the bottom.

Wonderful.

[Rolt |The Immortal|]

[OOC: D'oh, that's who I was waiting for to post Anyway. Let's hope my internet doesn't die in the middle of this post...]

As Vidrel went through the opening, he pulled the kid behind him. Or, at least he would have, but he suddenly felt a sharp decrease in weight on the spear. He turned to try and catch the kid, but it was too late. He was gone. "Dammit!" Vidrel wasn't happy at all with the outcome of this. Then again, the kid knew what he was getting himself into. Breaking into a large corporation like this would obviously have its consequences. He'd try not to dwell too much on it, at least not yet. There were other things to take into account- For example, the people starting to group up behind them. The girl made it plain that there were people there. He turned to face them, and readied himself to fight, just in case.

[III]

Xaldin's preternatural senses were swimming in molasses, but even he could figure out that there was somebody missing when Vidrel was the only one who crawled out of the elevator shaft.

Had Fi...?

"Are we going to die?" Came the shrill, fearful voice of the girl, shattering the impromptu staring contest that had somehow started up between the Hazmat suits and Team Dilan. Not that team Dilan had noticed the Hazmats staring at them - they'd been much too concerned with their own affairs up until that point to notice that all thirteen of them had frozen.

"Sound the alarm! - intruders! - What in blazes! -" could be heard as the thirteen Hazmats scattered.

"Well if this ain't suspicious," Dilan said, struggling to get up. "No, stay where you bloody are." He growled. He made a motion with his hand - trying to summon the same wind he'd summoned before in order to avoid Vidrel - but unfortunately failed. Not even the merest gust appeared.

Damnit.

[Emi]

Fi....where's Fi?

Emi noticed the other child wasn't there amongst the chaos. Which only caused her to panic more. She tried to be calm, just like she'd been taught to do... count back from ten. Only she did it very very fast. Once she had regained enough common sense, she noticed that some not-good was going on with Dilan.

She didn't know what to do. Beat up the Hazmats? They sure were scary looking. The sight of them would haunt her nightmares for years to come. Children's minds are so easily molded, so easily frightened. But she stomped her little foot and told herself "Grown-ups aren't such scaredy-cats! I'm going to help!"

She took a few quick, dancelike steps over to Dilan, pulled on his sleeve and said, rapidly, "What's wrong? What should I do? Should I be scared? What are those guys doing? Are we breathing in poisonous gases that are going to make our brains melt out of our ears? Are they going to put us in jail? What happened to Fi?[/color]"

She kept talking until it looked like Dilan might back hand her, and then she trailed off and kept her mouth shut, hiding behind Dilan, but peeking out to see that the dudes in the scary suits were going completely crazy...

[Rolt |The Immortal|]

Ugh. These guys are gonna be a pain. Vidrel wasn't entirely sure of what to do, but somehow he didn't think his bow would do much good here. He entered a battle-ready stance, making fists. This would be an interesting fight. Vidrel quickly noted his surroundings again- Nothing he could use for an advantage here. Unless, of course, he used the Hazmat goons. "Kid, stay back. Dilan- You ready for this? I'll bet I can take down more than you!" Vidrel hadn't even finished his sentence before he charged the nearest ggon and threw a pulsing punch at him.

[Homac]

The little dragoon knew what was coming the minute he fell from Vidrel's hands.

Death, in the form of hitting the ground at an insane speed.

He wondered if it would hurt at all, or if he wouldn't feel a thing. He was really hoping the latter.

He didn't even have his lance with him. Trivial, yes, but when you know you're about to die, you bother with things like that.

And then he hit something. In the haze his vision was due to the use of his powerful spell, he couldn't tell who or what it was, but they were still falling.

[Beaver Dude]

"Monster mash."

Angel pursed his lips and blew quietly before closing his eyes.

Something in the air hummed and if you looked carefully, you'd notice that his sword was vibrating on his back. It was without even the slightest change in expression that he took it off its magnetic sheathe with one arm (the other still cradling the kid who was apparently waking up). He didn't look particularly concerned for a man about to make himself into a splattered pizza at the bottom of an elevator shaft.

There was a peculiar bulge starting at the nape of his neck and descending all along the right side of his back that was more than the trick of the light.

Then again, his codename wasn't so far away from his birth name.

Angeal. Angeal Hewley.

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Dilan's thoughts were moving only a little faster than a slug through a desert of salt.

Emi was talking to him from far away - it was hard keeping her present, or rather, it was difficult keeping him anchored. It had been non-stop running, fighting and general havoc causing that he'd been wandering through for the past little while and the poison running through him wasn't helping at all.

"I don't think... we're in... immediate... danger." He ground out, doing his best to read the wind. For the most part, the wind agreed - there was no odd smell or for that matter, any smell. It was... incredibly sterile.

Then again, his condition was rapidly deteriorating. It wasn't that big a leap of logic to assume that it had to do with the hazmats and not, say, his various other ills.

"Fi..." He started- but that was when Vidrel started talking, and Dilan was drowned out.

The hazmats weren't fighters: the moment Vidrel jumped to attack, it was like a fox had gotten into the henhouse.

Or maybe a dragon. Wow, these guys were wimps. A single punch laid the guy out completely.

[Emi]

Emi was getting seriously tired of this whole "Kid, stay back" thing. What was she here for if she couldn't fight? She would just be in the way. Not to mention Mr. Dilan seemed to be losing it. And the hazmats didn't seem to be fighting back. Emi guessed they were more of the science-y type than the fight-y type.

With Mr. Dilan probably out for the count, Emi curled her hands into fists and sprinted into battle. No one would hit a cute little girl like her, right? She was resting on the whole "cute" factor. No way could someone look into those big green eyes and feel the need to kill her!

"I have a name you know,[/color]" Emi called to her adult companions. She marched right up to the the first hazmat she saw. He, or she, was trying to run away so Emi did the logical thing.... latched on to his leg and then bit him.

[Rolt |The Immortal|]

Turning around to look at where the girl's voice had come from, Vidrel was about to tell her he didn't care- Did she just BITE him?! Vidrel's pause was ultimately a bad thing; a nearby Hazmat was able to grab onto him. As another came up and started punching him in the stomach, Vidrel called a large fireball. "You guys, move!" He was going to shoot directly below him, and while it would hurt him, it would at least clear the Hazmats.

[Beaver Dude]

MOtHeR

The voice was stronger now, parading through Dilan's head like a ghostly float. This wasn't... ideal. At all. Auditory hallucinations generally preceded visual hallucinations by only a handspan of time. And at the point where he started those hallucinations, everything would go straight to heck in a handbasket. At times like these, the dragoon sincerely wished he'd more than surreptitiously studied the more esoteric meditative arts that Ansem had taught them, once upon a moon.

MOTHER

Damn. When had the girl started biting...?

"You guys, move."

That, at least, cut through the haze. Adrenaline pumped through the dragoon's heart as the world contracted: enough time spent in the lab with at least one confirmed experiment-happy maniac meant a great many of these sudden necessities to move at any time of the day upon any general warning to that effect.

Dilan blurred in front of Emi faster than most eyes could see (there wouldn't be another dead kid on his watch) tried to grab her and blur away, this time heading up The ceiling was taller than normal, lost in a haze of plumbing and metallic odds and ends - chances were the fireball wouldn't be able to follow him.

Granted, of course, he'd managed to grab the urchin. At the moment, he wasn't sure.

[Emi]

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was sinking her teeth into the skinny leg of one of the hazmats (he really did need a bit more meat on his bones), the next she was being pulled up and away...

She found herself straddling a pipe somewhere up in the ceiling, watching the battle below with a bird's eye view. Mr. Dilan was in front of her and he... didn't look so good. Emi whimpered. What happened if he fell down? She was a little girl, she didn't have nearly enough strength to catch him. Her thoughts raced through other more morbid realizations. What happened... if he died? Or Vidrel? What happened if they both died? Would she be trapped? What would Shinra do to her?

She reached over and grabbed Dilan's arm. This made it feel more secure somehow.

[Beaver Dude]

The fireball dissipated in an all-mighty explosion of smoke and heat that temporarily obscured the floor from view. The force of it sent both Dilan and Emi hurtling through the air at rather ludicrous speeds: alone, Dilan was fast enough to escape the naked eye when he jumped, together with the force of the explosion he hit the insulated metal tubes snaking throughout the ceiling with enough force to break a great many number of bones.

Fortunately for him, he landed on the arm that couldn't feel anything.

Not ideal, but hey, it could have been his head.

With a great deal of acrobatics that involved both his toes, his teeth and even to a certain degree his hair, he managed to flip himself onto and over the pipes. He peaked out from out top, ignoring the fact that one of his two arms was now bent at an angle not normally possible. Hair dangling as he bent over the edge, Dilan wondered as the smoke dissipated: had the pirate managed to incinerate himself along with all the hazmat suited scientists...?

And then the smoke was gone.

Oh.

Oh crud.

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Angeal, also Angel, carefully deposited the various things he'd managed to collect in the mad-rush between him realizing that the 'terrorist off-worlder' was about to do something destructive and the realization that the terrorist had already managed to initiate that destructive thing. He'd, out of habit, fired a compact fira into the fireball hoping to dissipate it - what had instead happened was a sudden ground zero that had flattened the off-worlder against the far-end of the room and the necessity to protect all the scientists, the kid as well as look for the Apprentice and the other intruder.

Seven out of eight wasn't bad. And assuming that Dilan and the 'Emi' girl were alright, everyone had survived this.

Except, maybe, the offworlder. But, really, magic against non-combatants? That was very, very poor form.