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Crash bang boom [video]

[Francisca's in the library and looking increasingly concerned as she speaks at the terminal, bookcases rattling behind her.]

What's going on?! An earthquake??

Everyone please head for open space, quic-

[A particularly hard shake sends the bookcases falling and Francisca looks behind her too late as one comes crashing down, letting out a shout as it falls right on her, sending her head knocking hard across the terminal, a smear of blood coating the camera as she falls unconscious under the desk. The bookcase is barely held up by the terminal, its contents falling in a pile over the woman, and the screen flickers from the weight.

Another crash, another bookcase, the computer is destroyed and the feed with it.]

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[Some time passes before Shoutarou makes a pass on the library.]

Hoy! Anyone in here? You need to get downstairs in a hurr--

[Then he spots blood in an area surrounding some collapsed bookcases. There's a quick swear, and he quickly moves over to start heaving shelves and books out of the way.]

If you're awake under there, hang in there!

[She's curled up partially under the table, and it should take some time to see her though her hand is extended out from the under the shelves.]

[No response of any kind pushes him to move faster - and wish he had help. Even in this place, where one can come back from death, it's still worth trying to save someone, damn it.

He doesn't recognize the hand, but the lack of movement makes things frantic. Joker's strength isn't quite what it normally is, which makes moving the shelves trickier, but not impossible. He'll keep shouting, though.]

C'mon, wake up! Gimme a sign of life, something! Please!

[It's slight but her fingers twitch and curl slightly.]

[That was motivation to push himself just a bit more - he needed to do this quickly, but not risk causing further harm. He heaves the final bookcase off and out of the way, letting it crash to the floor, but out of the way. He stoops down, and starts throwing books behind him as fast as he can grab them.

He's jarred a bit once he uncovers her, though.]

...Francisca? Francisca!

[She doesn't regain consciousness, but her body twitches a bit at his shouting. She's still partially buried under the books and hopefully the tower staff won't mind the blood stains, but she's alive still.]

[Good, she's still breathing, but injured - hopefully that endurance of hers is still in effect. With Joker's power not what it should be, though, he has his doubts.

He clears the remaining books off, and carefully scoops her up - one arm under legs, the other under her back.]

Hang in there... We should be able to get down to safety easily enough.

[And he's off toward the door and stairwell, mentally thankful for the armor covering his face, and hiding the anxiety welling up with the whole situation.]

[Sure enough, with Joker's power dwindling, so does Francisca's nation strength, her skin turning deathly white from the loss of blood and her breathing growing shallow. Her head rolls limply as he carries her off.

There's another tremor running through the tower, and the distant cacophony of monsters on the loose.]

[With that shaking and noise as motivation, he'll rush downstairs, within reason. Avoiding jostling her, or worse, falling with her is the order of the day here.

He'll just be praying that there's something that will hold the creatures back long enough for him to make it.]

[Disciple is quick to catch her message and runs off to the library. Hoping that the poor girl is alright she finally makes it to the library and looks through the fallen shelves.]

Hello?! Please groan if you are conscious!

[No groan forthcoming, she's dead to the world - at least the terminal desk is still holding up the shelves so they don't crush her.]

[She doesn't hear anything, so she starts moving the shelves out of the way. She also tries to keep a wide-eye out for anything resembling what she saw in the video.

Di finally reaches the terminal desk, but has yet to notice her.]

[Can't blame her - Francisca's body is mostly covered in the fallen books, only her upper body free and protected under the desk, the puddle of blood growing slowly as the cut oozes.]

[Using her nose, she tries to sniff out any irregularity from the standard library smell. Smelling blood, she pinpoints the position and see's a puddle of blood under the desk.

She then tries her best to slowly remove the obstacle.]

[The terminal and desk creak ominously from the shifting weight of the cases, as if ready to break down on the woman's skull at any second.]

[Hearing the creaks annoyed Disciple. She had to deal with this AND some random whale crashing into the tower? Screw that!

She balled up her fists and quickly smashed the furniture out of the way from the poor bleeding girl. Making sure not to get most of the debris on her, she cradled the girl into her arms.]

[Francisca makes a soft pained noise at the abrupt change in position, but otherwise doesn't move, and the blood flow slows a bit as her head's elevated.

There is a quiet gurgling growling noise coming from the bookshelves though, and if Disciple turns she will see the Imp crouching there, the completely black figure having attempted to mimic Francisca's form with minimal success. It's white eyes keep falling out of their sockets, and black lips curl back to reveal jagged fangs, hissing as it throws random books at Disciple.]

[Damn, why did Disciple think that her and Francisca would be the only ones here on this floor? She did NOT expect this stupid creature to be in the way. This was no problem for her though, as she threw some books back and hissed at it. Once a particularly large book smacked the Imp on it's face, Di held Francisca close and ran straight towards the exit.]

[Francisca's breathing shallowly, her skin paling suddenly very quickly as the power-shut-down hour begins, her near-immortal stamina quickly dying down and making the usually insignificant loss of blood for her very dangerous for her 'mortal' self.

The Imp falls back from the heavy book, a sick crack sounding as part of it's face is caved in. It shrieks with rage and pain, flinging more books at Disciple as it gives chase, even flinging one of it's white eyes at her back.]

[Disciple is not so used to the behavior norms of humans, so she did not bat an eye when Francisca's skin began to get pale. Nevertheless, she tried her best to rush out of there when she felt her breath becoming shallow. Di tried to be urgent, but suddenly she became quite annoyed at the imp. It was still impeding on her path to the exit! Looking around, she found a broken blackboard and tried using that as a shield to run out of there.

Thankfully the exit was a couple of steps away!]

[Dave saw her message and is already running out towards the library. He's careful to tread through the place with all the shelves looking pretty ominous, but he's also quick to find wherever she must be so he can start getting her out.

He would shout her name out, but it looked like she got knocked out.] Jesus fuck, worst place to be during an earthquake.

[Should Dave head for the terminal area he'll notice that nearly all the bookshelves have collapses against the computers, making it difficult to tell which pile actually has Francisca under it. Meanwhile, Francisca is partially buried under books, blood seeping onto the floor and spreading unhampered - the cut must be deeper than a simple scratch unfortunately.]

[Dave was glad to be in charge of time in situations like this. He was already starting to move shelves that collapsed along with books that had fallen. He wasn't the only one though. He had plenty of help with his alternate time looped selves, who were helping him.

They would eventually be him, anyways. He knew his loops were stable, and it made this process a little faster. He was more worried about how injured Francisca was.]

[Let's hope he gets through before the witching hour of failing powers! Just to make things more hectic, an Imp has appeared over the cluster of bookcases, wearing tattered rainbow rags and in the vague shape of Francisca, white eyes bulging out of sockets and fangs bared as it chucks books at the Daves.]

[That would be nice, because Dave isn't looking forward to that hour.]

Oh my god. Did they seriously make you guys exist here? [He is just going to take you down while the other Daves excavate Francisca out.] You guys are like the most useless monsters. You're like here to be annoying and not dangerous.

[The Imp hisses and flings a few books at the attacking Dave before scurrying off to knock more bookcases over to impede the rescue mission.]

[Oh my god. Are you serious? He is chasing your sorry little ass down and he's going to fucking kill you. Come here you buttmuncher.] You're so fucking dead. Come here.

[Nope, this buttmuncher's just gonna keep darting around various bookshelves and knocking them over, starting more domino effects to ruin the work of the multiple Daves.

Meanwhile, there's a low hiss and a gigantic dictionary flung in Alpha Dave's direction. Another Imp has emerged from the depths of the library, this one a bit larger than the first, clearly copying a man. The spiky hair, baseball cap and ridiculously pointy glasses might be familiar to Dave, even if it's a very poor perverse copy of Bro, fangs protruding from its mouth as it snarls at the kid.]

[He hates everything right now. Everything can go suck a dick and die in a ditch, oh my god. Why is his life so hard?]

Fucki-[He stops and stares at the imp. Is this a joke? This has got to be a fucking joke, because it's a terrible one and wow. Like he needs to be reminded of Bro right now. Dave just grits his teeth and runs towards it, sword ready. It was just annoying at first, but now this was fucking personal.

Dave didn't even know he might have been screaming. He just wanted it dead.]

[The Bro Imp doesn't move, simply moving into an eerily accurate copy of the real Bro's 'strife' position, clawed hands at the ready.

A dark head pokes out from a bookshelf behind the Bro Imp, the tousled hair and jagged buckteeth a poor imitation of John, white eyes constantly bulging out of their sockets. This little Imp takes one of his eyes and flings it at Dave's face with a low shriek.]

[Wow. He'll kill you later, annoying John Imp. For now, he runs at the Bro Imp, making a horizontal swipe at it with his sword.

This entire whale breach is nothing but taxing on Dave's physical and emotional endurance. He's just going to sleep for days after this. At least he really hopes he'll get too.]

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