In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[tempustemporum]

Characters: The entire tower. PARTY POST.
Setting: Take a wild guess.
Format: Either or.
Summary: The tower has been reduced to one room, and it's chock full of monsters. Who you gonna call?
Warnings: Lots, the least of which being language...


[Well, ladies and gentlemen, shit dun hit the fan.]

[The tower has been condensed to one room with pretty much nothing in it. This post? Do whatever in it. General reactions. Go. ...As for Ienzo, he's just kind of sitting in the corner, head in his hands.]

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[keepscalm]

England wished there was more he could do to aid the strange gothic lolita -- a protective charm, if nothing else -- but under these circumstances, he didn't trust himself not to muck it up somehow, and he really didn't want to hurt their main line of defense as they ran.

"Tell me if you cannot continue on," the nation stated as he started to ascend the stairs at a hurried pace with the girl in tow. "I am able to carry you, you need only give me warning." She might feel uncomfortable asking that of a stranger (and England wasn't too big on touching people himself), but he was in battlefield mode, and the wounded needed assistance no matter one's own personal comfort zone.

Thus far there didn't seem to be any hostiles, but England kept his pistol at the ready while he ran just in case.

this is so insubstantial for being so late

[metawoof]

"O....OK...!!" Echidna agreed, slow half because of her lack of breath, and half because of her hesitance. It wasn't exactly that she was reluctant to touch people-- on the contrary, she rather enjoyed getting hugs from her DnD friends, especially Briar since he was so much taller. It was more a matter of pride; cut her some slack, it was weird being mundane in a place where fantastical people surrounded her. The least she could do was keep running.