URSULA's voice crackles on over all forms of communication, radio and telepathic. In both, her transmission seems unstable. "Warning. Urgent. Attention required. I really mean it. Please evacuate the water. If impossible, hide immediately. The blast will be incoming from the east. The Aurora has reached critical status. Dark Matter engines failing. Core system failure impending, counting down in ten... nine... eight... sev-- sev-- five... four... three... tw--"
Should any be above the surface in the line of sight of the Aurora, they will witness the fires of explosion. The outer shell pops and bursts into flame, billowing out, a deafening roar that cracks with a heavy wave buoying through the water. Shocks of steam fill the air, scalding what surfaces they burst over. A rain begins.
In some ways, it is the safest place to witness.
Below, the explosion ricochets. A shock blasts through the water, then another, sending wave after wave pushing seaweed flat down, knocking animals about, scattering and rocking sand. Pulses of burning hot bubbles shake through a radius, fizzling out only after it sears and disperses to ravage what rises above. Cold water filaments web through the pods of heat. The ocean shudders.
Even as far as the base, the Aurora’s explosion makes itself known. The whole structure shudders on its supports, loose items shaking and falling, rushes of white and dark water bursting past the observatory windows in one wave, another, a third, and in one empty observatory, a crack breaks through the glass, forcing URSULA to seal off the area temporarily.
Rain still falls above the Aurora’s wreckage. The last of the fires will be doused. When the waters become cool again, new sea life will move in to make food of the their dead brethren.
A strange keening shivers in the air at the edge of hearing.
[As a note, direct any questions regarding this event to the March OOC Post! And a special note for Korosensei, go for it ♥]
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[Haruka's in between scrap runs and ship building when the announcement crackles and falters, her reflexes sharp enough that as soon as the thunderous reverb starts echoing, she's moving.]
You need to get down! [She shows a little of some often-hidden impulse in her reaction. She doesn't think before body checking someone who happens to be in the same hall, crouching down beneath the slight lip of a wall sideboard, trying to shelter them both from debris. She puts herself in front, back turned, on alert. One arm bends up above her head for cover, the other casts out to keep the other person braced against the wall..]
Stay here...There could be another blast. [Haruka holds her breath until things seem truly quieted, then exhales into her bangs. Sweat gathers at her temple, but she smiles like she's trying to calm someone's nerves.]
((b; near the closed observatory))
Damn... [Haruka, in civilian guise, paces outside the door, just for a minute - restless and thinking on her feet.]
Well, URSULA, I guess you're busy enough already... [It's more a murmur to herself than any actual summons for the computer, and it's obvious that she doesn't expect a response. Her fingers pick through an unseen pocket, fingering her transformation pen. If she's alone for now - then Sailor Uranus will soon have to make a magnificent entrance. She needs to see what fires are still burning]
Hey - guess we took a hit, too. Be careful if you open any doors, hey? This one's already locked down.
((c; on the way to the base entrance))
[In the chaos following the explosion, she had plenty of time to transform in secret. Now Sailor Uranus, aloof, focused, marches her way to the bay doors with singular mindset. If there are people who can't come back from the boiling sea, that's a reality she has to accept. Someone was bound to fall.
But she's there to pull people out of the water or point them in the right direction as they come to the base surface, anyway, and ready to dive in herself the moment it's necessary.]
Wash that off as soon as possible, [she'll advise, without gentleness or much inflection.]
[Well, that was. Undignified of her. It's not as if she spends all her time swimming anyway, as if she's the best at it, but having to be pulled out of the water like that is still...
Well. The explosion certainly qualifies as extenuating circumstances. And Josephine's just grateful she had someone to help her.]
Yes, of course. [She nods, moving to stand with as much dignity as she can muster after that.] Thank you. I feared I was in trouble this time.
[Whether it was just a helping hand up or a complete, full-body lift into the relative safety of the dry floor of the base, of course it's embarrassing. Uranus would have been just as humiliated to need that kind of help recovering. She stands from her crouch, testing a thought. Josephine might be a little weak, but she doesn't think less of her for now. She never pretended to be anything she isn't.
She shrugs the thanks off, cold enough that it's a little rude.] You aren't out of danger yet. [Maybe "next time" will be different. Radiation can be sneaky in its lethality.] There won't be anyone left to run this place if everyone out there burned up because of it.
[Josephine might actually feel a little better had it only been a helping hand...
...In any case. Now, that's hardly the ideal way to accept thanks. Still, she says nothing about it, only nods again. This is hardly the time, after all. Besides, she's well aware the fact she even noticed it at a time like this must be a sign she's just a little stressed.]
Yes, you're quite right. We'd best make sure no one burns up then, shouldn't we? [All right, all right, she can do this...!!] How can I help?
[There's no time for manners in times of crisis, Josephine.
Then again, Uranus is brusque even against the lowest of stakes, and things aren't dire enough for her always-tenuous hold on her own aloofness to slip.]
Look out for yourself, first. [Again: No help from the dead.] Then...
[There's a painful pause in which 'make yourself useful' might go. Her appraising gaze rakes the disheveled woman over, icy.] What can you do? [Maybe she should just stay out of the way.]
They have. I've heard them. [The telepathy network has been firing constantly, checking in, or lost, or looking for assistance - or offering it. It had taken all her willpower to stifle the urge to dive in immediately. Uranus doesn't have the luxury to be so careless. Like she advised Josephine, she can't afford to fall prey to heroic impulses. But what drove her to linger here, then? Why should she continue to stay at the water and offer her hand?]
How far out were you? We could see it from here. [The oil and fire had scalded the surface of the sea.]
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late and tldr, but super ota!
[Haruka's in between scrap runs and ship building when the announcement crackles and falters, her reflexes sharp enough that as soon as the thunderous reverb starts echoing, she's moving.]
You need to get down! [She shows a little of some often-hidden impulse in her reaction. She doesn't think before body checking someone who happens to be in the same hall, crouching down beneath the slight lip of a wall sideboard, trying to shelter them both from debris. She puts herself in front, back turned, on alert. One arm bends up above her head for cover, the other casts out to keep the other person braced against the wall..]
Stay here...There could be another blast. [Haruka holds her breath until things seem truly quieted, then exhales into her bangs. Sweat gathers at her temple, but she smiles like she's trying to calm someone's nerves.]
((b; near the closed observatory))
Damn... [Haruka, in civilian guise, paces outside the door, just for a minute - restless and thinking on her feet.]
Well, URSULA, I guess you're busy enough already... [It's more a murmur to herself than any actual summons for the computer, and it's obvious that she doesn't expect a response. Her fingers pick through an unseen pocket, fingering her transformation pen. If she's alone for now - then Sailor Uranus will soon have to make a magnificent entrance. She needs to see what fires are still burning]
Hey - guess we took a hit, too. Be careful if you open any doors, hey? This one's already locked down.
((c; on the way to the base entrance))
[In the chaos following the explosion, she had plenty of time to transform in secret. Now Sailor Uranus, aloof, focused, marches her way to the bay doors with singular mindset. If there are people who can't come back from the boiling sea, that's a reality she has to accept. Someone was bound to fall.
But she's there to pull people out of the water or point them in the right direction as they come to the base surface, anyway, and ready to dive in herself the moment it's necessary.]
Wash that off as soon as possible, [she'll advise, without gentleness or much inflection.]
C!
Well. The explosion certainly qualifies as extenuating circumstances. And Josephine's just grateful she had someone to help her.]
Yes, of course. [She nods, moving to stand with as much dignity as she can muster after that.] Thank you. I feared I was in trouble this time.
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She shrugs the thanks off, cold enough that it's a little rude.] You aren't out of danger yet. [Maybe "next time" will be different. Radiation can be sneaky in its lethality.] There won't be anyone left to run this place if everyone out there burned up because of it.
[But they're not a team!]
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...In any case. Now, that's hardly the ideal way to accept thanks. Still, she says nothing about it, only nods again. This is hardly the time, after all. Besides, she's well aware the fact she even noticed it at a time like this must be a sign she's just a little stressed.]
Yes, you're quite right. We'd best make sure no one burns up then, shouldn't we? [All right, all right, she can do this...!!] How can I help?
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Then again, Uranus is brusque even against the lowest of stakes, and things aren't dire enough for her always-tenuous hold on her own aloofness to slip.]
Look out for yourself, first. [Again: No help from the dead.] Then...
[There's a painful pause in which 'make yourself useful' might go. Her appraising gaze rakes the disheveled woman over, icy.] What can you do? [Maybe she should just stay out of the way.]
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You need not worry about me. Now that you have helped me, I'll ensure I stay safe.
I could help the others coming in, perhaps? It would not surprise me if some have been disorientated by this.
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They have. I've heard them. [The telepathy network has been firing constantly, checking in, or lost, or looking for assistance - or offering it. It had taken all her willpower to stifle the urge to dive in immediately. Uranus doesn't have the luxury to be so careless. Like she advised Josephine, she can't afford to fall prey to heroic impulses. But what drove her to linger here, then? Why should she continue to stay at the water and offer her hand?]
How far out were you? We could see it from here. [The oil and fire had scalded the surface of the sea.]