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[magicisreal]

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action; June 22 (convenience store raid)

[memlost]

[ Morgan watches the Battle of the Store commence from a (hopefully) safe distance, knowing full well that any groups going in would be facing almost certain death. The action has been intense from its first engagement, and he's said little to Tsuna beside him aside from the occasional ooh or ahh at particularly daring moves or particularly painful incidents.

Eventually, after the infiltration groups have all made their way in and the Pyramid Head diversion groups have backed off, Morgan spots a familiar form (and brighty bright color) lying still and huddled on the floor. He nudges Tsuna and points. ]

Hey, doesn't that look like...?

ye ye let's do disu shitto

[zeropoints]

--ROSE?! [Interrupting Morgan aaaaaand dashing ahead before he can even finish his question.

Tsuna hadn't signed up because he's kinda sorta promised Yuni to stay safe and not sacrifice himself and all that good stuff -- plus there's also the possibility of her signing up too if he did, so staying put was best. Even so, he's learned to keenly keep an eye on these things because while he denies his inheritance, a part of him accepts the very real reality that they're (that is, him and his friends) are already on a collision course toward mafiahood and it's too late to stop now. Tsuna has to protect his family, and here that means... that means Rose and the others living with him.

But Rose is --

Tsuna runs as fast as he can to her, calling back a jumble of things to Morgan.]

Hurry, Morgan, we need to get her out of there!! She's -- she can't be dead, right?! She's not moving -- Rose!!

[magicisreal]

[Mostly, Rose is unconscious.

There is no one around to tell either of her best boys how or why she made it out of the store and came to be out like a light on the ground. Perhaps they just missed someone; Rose stands out like a traffic cone, though, so it is unlikely.

To all appearances she is "sleeping," breathing all slowly and without sign of serious injury.]

[memlost]

[ The lack of blood is encouraging even if the whole unconsciousness thing is not. Morgan follows Tsuna's lead somewhat more calmly, but just as quickly. Most of all, he keeps an eye out for Pyramid Head, whose company he has had the displeasure of keeping in the past. As Tsuna reaches her first, Morgan leaves her to him and stays standing and watchful, just in case. ]

How is she?

[zeropoints]

She's still breathing... And it -- [His eyes dart up and down her body, clinically looking her over for any injuries. And it should be easy with red on gold, but there's nothing. Any other occasion and he'd feel relief, but all he feels now is a sense of uneasiness. Why is she unconscious if she's not injured...?

While Morgan's standing watch for Something Probably Terrible, Tsuna mutters a quick apology and proceeds to feel her head for bumps. Maybe she was knocked out by a blow to the head...]

It looks like she's not hurt. She looks like she's just sleeping, but that's too... too weird.

[memlost]

[ He gives Rose a quick look as well. As long as she's breathing he sees no reason to panic, but it is an unusual state to find her in. ]

She might have fainted or gotten hit by one of those sleep guns...

[ aka tranquilizer guns, he'll tell you all about them (except for their actual names) ]

Anyway, let's figure it out later! We should take her back to the house before Shirtless Triangle Guy comes around. Can you carry her?

[zeropoints]

[Sleeping guns?]

Huh? Ah, you mean tranquilizers? They have them? Maybe we can steal one next time...

[He can't believe he's already thinking about doing it as he scoops Rose up into his arms (Light as a feather, haha, get it), but that's what mafia conditioning does to you.

He shifts her once to get a better hold, and then starts off in a brisk walk, a compromise between the desire to run -- to get her back home ASAP -- and his reluctance to jostle her too much.]

... Who's Shirtless Triangle Guy?

[magicisreal]

[Rose would be incensed at such treatment, this carrying-about like some rescued damsel (by Tsuna, of all people), except she is still unconscious and even Rose Lalonde's incendiary tendency can't fight its way out of that every time.

It can cause her to stir, though. Maybe it wants to startle Tsuna and Morgan more than it wants Rose coherent again.]

[memlost]

[ Hey, Tsuna's stronger than expected. Morgan walks alongside him, glancing every so often back at the convenience store. And he'll looks at Rose when she stirs, but when it doesn't seem like she's actually regaining consciousness, he wonders if she's having a nightmare. ]

Shirtless Triangle Guy is a guy with a big pyramid helmet and a giant sword. [ Also, shirtless. ] He used to roam freely, but now he just seems to guard that store. Toughest guy I've ever fought. You should avoid him at all costs!

video; 10/27

[intendance]

[So... this call is probably out of the blue, but that's how Morgan rolls. So. YOU'RE GETTING A CALL.]

Rooooooooose! Rose, Rose, Rose, I have a question!

10/27

[magicisreal]

[Calls from Morgan are always welcome during daylight hours.]

Good afternoon, Morgan. [It's breezy, a deliberate brush-away of all lingering concerns for her somehow not dead acquaintances and roommate.] The probability that I possess an answer is high.

10/27

[intendance]

[They're both pretty good at this "brush it under the rug" thing, aren't they...?

Morgan just giggles, nodding.]

All right, so, we call them Risen. They're people who were dead but were re-animated to be sort of alive but mostly undead. They go "Graaargh".

I know there are other words for them less exclusive to our world, but I just can't think of them right now!

10/27

[magicisreal]

Undead. Zombies, although those are of a particularly passive-malicious stripe. "Undead" is a broad term that we often use as an umbrella for anything humanoid and once-living but no longer. "Risen" is new to me.

10/27

[intendance]

Zombies! That was it, that was the one!

[She's so excited..... but oh, right.]

Huh, Morgan hasn't told you? It must not have come up. The Risen are what we're fighting back home, for the most part. They're basically zombies that evil sorcerers reanimate to come after us again and again with their pointy weapons.

10/27

[magicisreal]

Oh. A legion of the undead. Shadow's adumbration given control of a body. Shape without form, shade without color, paralyzed force, gesture without motion.

[Morgan is not going to know that poem. Oh well.]

With pointy weapons, of course. No proper army is half as effective without a point.

10/27

[intendance]

[She does not know that poem at all, so she takes it rather literally, as Morgan does.]

...Er, sort of, I guess? Except they do have shapes, mostly of the gross, decaying sort, and they definitely are a sickly grey color...

[Huh.]

They're not even really a proper army, I think. They're more like the fodder while the higher-ups just make more to try to stop us!

10/27

[magicisreal]

The zombies of Earth lore would be a shambles of an army as well. They don't think or comport themselves as humans can. Perfect for becoming barriers of dangerous but stupid adversaries.

They "make more"? So Risen are also risen in the literal sense - the revived remnant of one who was once dead?

voice, 12/17

[occute]

[ so Oz had explained to her what had happened, which, while quite alarming, was less so when one had a general understanding of it. That didn't change the fact that her former home now had a huge slice of earth right down the middle of it and that her roommates were nowhere to be seen. So Ada's moved on to the next order of business: finding them. It's a relief to see that their faces are still in her phone.

So Rose will be getting a call from a voice she hasn't heard in a long while. ]

Rose! Are you okay? This is Ada...!

[magicisreal]

[Rose is surprised when her phone rings.

That is worrying on its own, and worse with all the other things going on lately, but Ada's image and voice attached to the call wave away all her other concerns. For now.]

Tell me this isn't some new hallucination or trickery, please. [And yo know, she almost sounds desperate.]

[occute]

Eh? N-no... This is really Ada! I'm not playing any tricks...

[ she is possibly misunderstanding Rose here, but she sounds quite earnest, at least. And beneath that, guilty. ]

Um... Are you safe? No one was in our apartment... I could tell why, but it was still scary.

[magicisreal]

Yes, I am safe, for the usual Haven value of safety. Are you safe? The apartment seems stable despite its hideously visible new flaw.

[occute]

Yes... I think. I... I don't remember anything...

[ which is what bothers her more than anything. ]

... But I feel okay right now.

[magicisreal]

I very nearly requested information regarding what you don't remember. [She offers it like consolation, like "we all suffer silliness".] Are you still inside building eight?

[occute]

Mm. I'm right outside of it. I thought it might be dangerous to stay inside... It doesn't look very stable.

[ and she really doesn't want to get crushed by a ceiling beam or what have you. ]

[magicisreal]

I've spent considerable time within our favorite walls and have yet to meet with dropping bits of ceiling. You should be fine. My next order of business is to arrange excavation of everything that should not be in there, as it happens.