We Care for Your Safety

[applesaucemod]

Protecting the city from the rifties -- and the rifties from the city -- is a full time job. That's never been more true than it is today, when there are metaphorical (and sometimes physical) fires to put out all over Manhattan. It's been a rough time at ROMAC in general; most of the organization's people are unfamiliar with the specifics of the recent animal attack, but even those who don't know that a number of prisoners guests of ROMAC have gone missing in the last few days (or that the computer system is still compromised) know that something has thrown the organization into disarray.

Unfortunately for ROMAC and fortunately for certain other people, ROMAC's resources are spread thin by whatever's put the Rift in a tizzy. As large as the organization is, though, there's surely nothing to worry about from the handful of malcontents at large in the city.

Surely.


[OOC: And here's the thread for taking down ROMAC! There will be a couple of player characters on ROMAC's side (check to see whether their threads are open to all before tagging in, as they may have limited availability due to prior plans), and anyone in need of 'enemies' to tag against can request an NPC from the mods. Have at!]

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[wildmage_daine]

Daine dodges to the side as best she can, which isn't much. The wall cracks and buckles beneath her weight, and while she manages to avoid a direct hit to the face, the fireball strikes a glancing blow along her side. The smell of burning feathers inundates the hall, and Daine snarls.

She can't let him do that again, which limits her choices. Then again, perhaps a direct charge is the best move. She'd survive a brief mouthful of flames far better than he'd survive being a mouthful, after all. Lowering her head so the ceiling won't slow her, she lumbers forward, her spine still catching the tiles and scattering them to the floor behind her.

[omnomnom_feels]

The great beast is nearly on him already, her enormous strides covering the short distance in nearly the blink of an eye. Rashad briefly considers his options, but there really is no choice -- he might yet triumph in a head-on battle, but the cost would be far too high. Just as she closes the gap, her breath hot on his face, he wills himself intangible and allows himself to fall through the floor.

He solidifies in midair and hits the floor below running, sprinting back toward the stair well. Ideally he would have removed the now-dinosaur from the building entirely, but at the least he can still limit the damage she does by confining her to a single basement level. It will simply take getting back to the door to her hallway and melting it shut before she gets there.

[wildmage_daine]

... Well, that's just cheating. Daine lets out a grunt of surprise as the two-legger suddenly drops out of sight. She half-expects to feel herself treading on him (her momentum is too great for her to stop on a dime), but the crows confirm that he's gone through the floor, as if it - or he - was no more than smoke.

Odd's bobs, she says, punctuating it with a frustrated growl. Maybe it's just as well. Now she can focus on making her friends and herself a path out of here, and she's done with anything so easily blocked as a door. Oblivious to whatever intentions the mage might have, she shifts her focus to the ceiling, tearing down tiles and whatever piping she can as she works her way up.

[omnomnom_feels]

He bursts through the door at the end of this new hallway and sprints up the stairs to slam burning fists into the metal frame of the door separating himself from the dinosaur. To exit this way she will have to take a smaller form, and perhaps the door will be enough to hold her in once he has melded it with its frame.

There. Surely that will be sufficient for the time being. He stands back and surveys the solid (and solidly disabled) door, then turns to move along up the stairs. While it is possible he may yet need to go deeper to find a superior to whom to report, the brief scuffle has taken enough out of him to send him sniffing after the general panic he can feel far above him. Fear will not be the most useful emotion under these circumstances, but if he is to defend ROMAC he will need to refuel one way or another.