By my calculations, you have another twenty-five minutes to bemoan your entrance, Monsieur Nashton. Then I'm afraid you shall truly have to face the music.
[at that, Salieri huffs a bit, folding his arms and leaning against the wall]
I'm one of the assistants to the rayshift control operator. But I know enough about diagnostic spells to make sure that you weren't severely injured. However, I am staff here, if that's what you're asking.
[great, well, he'll find everything to be...a mess. There are tremors under the base, and it's clear by the running around that something has gone terribly wrong. Investigate further?]
[it sure isn't. In fact, the entire place is in disarray, but the Command Room isn't hard to find. In fact, he'll see Salieri near the door, hesitating for a brief moment before his eyes narrow and his jaw sets, and he's darting inside, despite the warnings already blaring over the speakers informing them that the doors will be closing soon]
[Edward takes a second, wondering if maybe... he should be running away, like some people are. Actually, a lot of people seem to be focused more on evacuating than anything else.
...For some reason, though...
He finds himself rushing into the Command Room as well. He needs to know what's going on.]
[The place is...well. It's bad. The bodies of those who were in there--that is, the recruits, the staff who operated the FATE system--it doesn't look good. Salieri himself is pale as he moves to the command panel, already trying to figure out what's wrong--what happened here to cause this sort of explosion. It's unresponsive at first, and he makes a frustrated sound, stepping back, before starting to move towards the stairs going down--which is about the time he notices Edward.
His head jerks towards him, startled]
Monsieur Nashton--[and then his expression turns into a scowl and a frown] Get out of here! Now!
[Yeah, it does NOT look good in here. Edward's feeling very frozen right now, just looking at it all. There's the blaring of the alarms, the scent of smoke filling up the room, and the sight of--
--he decides not to look too much at whatever's left underneath some of the rubble. Most of the candidates seem to be in those machines, but like this... like this, they're not going to be getting out again.
Someone's shouting his name. He should move. Why isn't he moving--
No... he is. He's just walking forward, instead of back. He's feeling dazed. Maybe it's just from fainting before...?]
[Salieri glances down the stairs, towards the underground power station, and then back to Edward, as the emergency announcement continues to count down]
Get out! I need to try and stabilize this power center and I cannot do that with you in here! Now get out!
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[...but. fine.]
...I guess I'll take it.
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He's gonna go back to groaning into that pillow now.
Here lies Edward, he died as he lived: embarrassing himself.]
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By my calculations, you have another twenty-five minutes to bemoan your entrance, Monsieur Nashton. Then I'm afraid you shall truly have to face the music.
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[He's not optimistic, but then. Is he ever?]
...Um...
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I'm one of the assistants to the rayshift control operator. But I know enough about diagnostic spells to make sure that you weren't severely injured. However, I am staff here, if that's what you're asking.
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[...]
So rayshifting is, um... the thing we're supposed to be doing here, right?
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[He tenses a bit at that question, quickly feeling defensive.]
I mean, some... I guess.
[That means no.]
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What on Earth--?
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Um... that doesn't sound good.
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...For now he'll nod. And stay put.
For about, oh... twenty seconds. After which, he's absolutely going to check out what's going on, are you kidding?]
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He's going to go directly towards wherever the source of this is. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out.]
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...For some reason, though...
He finds himself rushing into the Command Room as well. He needs to know what's going on.]
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His head jerks towards him, startled]
Monsieur Nashton--[and then his expression turns into a scowl and a frown] Get out of here! Now!
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--he decides not to look too much at whatever's left underneath some of the rubble. Most of the candidates seem to be in those machines, but like this... like this, they're not going to be getting out again.
Someone's shouting his name. He should move. Why isn't he moving--
No... he is. He's just walking forward, instead of back. He's feeling dazed. Maybe it's just from fainting before...?]
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Turn around this instant--
[Salieri glances down the stairs, towards the underground power station, and then back to Edward, as the emergency announcement continues to count down]
Get out! I need to try and stabilize this power center and I cannot do that with you in here! Now get out!
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