Alone in the D/The Thunder Rolls

[thisclinchesit]

Characters: Shoutarou and YOU.
Setting: Floor Four or Dorms
Format: Starting in action brackets, will match.
Summary: Power's out, and Shou has night-vision goggles. Also he finds the the storm fascinating.
Warnings: Possibly ghost run-ins!


Floor Four

[After the broadcast, Shou was heading back upstairs to check on the others when he got rather caught up in watching the storm outside. After all, watching the rain is a hardboiled thing to do, right?]

Dorms

[Shou's going from room to room, checking on others there, using the DenDen Sensor to navigate the dark hallways. Bless Philip for putting this thing together, even it seemed silly at the time.]

Comments

Fourth Floor

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ And doth an angel appears, in all his trenchcoated glory, watching the storm as well. If Shoutarou were to look carefully, he could make out the silhouette of huge wings emerging from Castiel's back whenever the lightning strikes. ]

[thisclinchesit]

[Shoutarou looks over, and lightning flahes as he does, allowing him to see the silhouetted wings.]

[He stumbles back, looking rather gobsmacked.]

...you weren't kidding about the angel part.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ A side glance. ]

Hello.

[ Which is of course, the standard greeting from the angel. ]

[thisclinchesit]

[Oh, right. Better to greet first. Whoops.]

[Ahem.] Sorry - Hello.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

The storm is unsettling.

[ The storm has Castiel on edge, the electrical energy it gives out reminding him of his archangel brother. It usually means nothing good will come out of it. ]

[thisclinchesit]

Normally I'd disagree, but given what happened right before, I'm inclined to agree...

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

The people here. We need to make sure they are safe.

[thisclinchesit]

[Shoutarou reaches in his coat, pulling out a red and silver device, which is affixed to his abdomen. It promptly sprouts a belt that wraps around him, and he nods to Castiel.]

Sounds like a plan.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

The cafeteria would be a good place to start. Let's go.

[ And without waiting for Shoutarou's permission, he places a hand on the other's shoulder and transports them to the cafeteria in a span of a few wingbeats. ]

[thisclinchesit]

Huh? What're you--

[Ohgeezus this is weird]

--doing?

[Darkness, darkness everywhere. Shoutarou stumbles about, disoriented.]

What the hell was that?!

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

I transported us to the cafeteria.

[thisclinchesit]

...oh. Gimme a little warning before you start throwing out abilities like that next time, alright?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

My apologies.

[thisclinchesit]

[Shoutarou recovers his composure a bit, then waves a hand to dismiss the apology.]

No harm done - just startled me is all.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ Nods. ]

We have to be quick.