Rafi
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(S'okay Ronkai! Shade's out cold right now so it should be safe. :3 BloodyRaze controls Shade, I believe.)
Kal blearily opened his right eye. A light flickered somewhere above him. He tried to open left eye, but it was glued shut by something warm and sticky. He tried to raise his hand to his eye to examine the sticky substance, but his arm screamed out in pain. Kal swore loudly.
To help the pain ebb away, Kal focused on the light, which he realized was a single, flickering lightbulb that was dangled from the cracked ceiling on a lone electrical wire. As he surveyed the Cafe from his position on the floor, he realized that that lightbulb was the sole piece of glass and ceramic that hadn't been completely destroyed by...what? What the f*** had just happened?
"Kal! You're alive!" Emeriel's voice floated towards him.
Kal tested his vocal cords, and found that they, at least, were still operational. "Yeah. How's everyone else?"
"The customers....they're all dead," Emeriel's voice was barely a whisper.
Kal closed his good eye. He took a few breaths and focused on his own body, this new piece of information not yet sinking in. He catalogued his injuries, which appeared to be rather extensive. He hoped nothing was broken...
Kal rolled over on to his good side and propped himself up on his right arm, which seemed to have fared the blast of....whatever that was...better than his left arm. Bringing himself up into a sitting position, he prodded his left eye, realizing that blood was caked over his eyelashes, keeping his eye shut. He rubbed the blood off, wondering if it belonged to himself or someone else.
He looked around. So many people were slumped over demolished chairs and tables, almost as if they were asleep.
"Is anyone else alive?" Kal called out, his voice cracking as he said it. The bald fact that most of these people were probably dead was starting to hit him, deeper and harder than any physical wound.
Kal blearily opened his right eye. A light flickered somewhere above him. He tried to open left eye, but it was glued shut by something warm and sticky. He tried to raise his hand to his eye to examine the sticky substance, but his arm screamed out in pain. Kal swore loudly.
To help the pain ebb away, Kal focused on the light, which he realized was a single, flickering lightbulb that was dangled from the cracked ceiling on a lone electrical wire. As he surveyed the Cafe from his position on the floor, he realized that that lightbulb was the sole piece of glass and ceramic that hadn't been completely destroyed by...what? What the f*** had just happened?
"Kal! You're alive!" Emeriel's voice floated towards him.
Kal tested his vocal cords, and found that they, at least, were still operational. "Yeah. How's everyone else?"
"The customers....they're all dead," Emeriel's voice was barely a whisper.
Kal closed his good eye. He took a few breaths and focused on his own body, this new piece of information not yet sinking in. He catalogued his injuries, which appeared to be rather extensive. He hoped nothing was broken...
Kal rolled over on to his good side and propped himself up on his right arm, which seemed to have fared the blast of....whatever that was...better than his left arm. Bringing himself up into a sitting position, he prodded his left eye, realizing that blood was caked over his eyelashes, keeping his eye shut. He rubbed the blood off, wondering if it belonged to himself or someone else.
He looked around. So many people were slumped over demolished chairs and tables, almost as if they were asleep.
"Is anyone else alive?" Kal called out, his voice cracking as he said it. The bald fact that most of these people were probably dead was starting to hit him, deeper and harder than any physical wound.
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