Looking around, Petrine sure was able to find one of the ornamental fountains that were lining the Champ de Mars, as the place in front of the Eiffel tower was called. Upon closer inspection, the water might not be fresh, but appeared just to be rain water - no sewage, safe for some bird droppings - doves sit on these things, and doves leave their marks whereever they sit. As she tried to find a container for any water she would finally be able to deem drinkable, Petrine got lucky. She was able to pick up a helmet - soldier issue, metal, heavy - next to one of the fountains. Bespoke headwear had been laying there upside up, and the inner liner had been ripped out. For argument's sake, this was an inconvenient bucket now.
As for the surrounding, there was the Champ de Mars itself, a former marching and training ground for the Military School on the other end, ...
, and the crooked Eiffel tower, with it's tip in the dense clouds, itself.
Rubble was piled up in the center of the parading grounds, where the main road crossed through. Left and right and here and there, booths in various states of detoriation told of the once bustling tourism in this area. But those days were long gone ...
*Seth sat next to Siri hoping the man either came to full consciousness or that someone would come through where he couldn't. He waved over The man who rose his hand to come forward with the others. Wait, wasn't he the one that made the explosion earlier? When he dropped Seth stood up and noticed Petrine bringing water for Siri. He motioned for her to handle him and he rushed over to the fallen man.*
"What happening? How do you feel? Your name, that would also be good, but focus on making your pain stop first"
*If Seth could get the man to survive longer then the next few minutes they'd be one step closer to getting everyone to safety. The he remember the explosion and wondered if this was going to end badly.*
Damian felt helpless and decided it was best if he started to look around for what would be the remains of a hospital in case there were some left over medical supplies. If he encountered any friendlies out there maybe they could help the group out in some way, even if it was something simple like sharing a small portion of food. He started walking at a brisk pace towards where Petrine was going, but walked past the fountain she had stopped at and continued looking around at the wreckage of the famous city.
"Whoever did this definitely did not like the French." He said to himself quietly looking to see if there might be any homes standing around so that he knew where the group could stay for the night.
Some of the unfreewilling adventurers more involved with Europe's history might found likeliness of the scenery to pictures they saw in news papers after World War One. France was still recovering from the aftermath of that conflict, even to the day of the Fair - which was today, wasn't it? Even though the capital had remained largely untouched, the toll of the war on the country had been large. Almost 6 million dead Frenchmen large. When the war ended 1918, it remained topic in newspapers for years - including 1920. It was fairly plausible to assume the mentioned war in the clipping was bespoke World War One, and no unknown conflict of a twisted timeline they had to be on the lookout for. It still didn't explain why the heart of Paris, the direct center of this city, wasn't bustling with activity. Especially at ... what was the time anyway? The sun was up high, behind clouds and dust in wind gusts. Maybe three, maybe four o'clock?
Without any in-depth analysis of the material, Petrine could only guess. The clipping had water damage, signs of weathering, some sun bleaching and was quite yellow. A shot from the hip would be ... anything between a couple weeks or months to however many years. Who knew where this news paper had been stored? The one thing she could deduct for sure was that the paper was most likely not very adaequate to determine the current date. Petrine was a logical mind, though. If the news paper wouldn't give away the time, the current date was again - or still - uncertain. All she could know for sure is, that they were past that point in time when the paper saw print.
Damian felt helpless and decided it was best if he started to look around for what would be the remains of a hospital in case there were some left over medical supplies. If he encountered any friendlies out there maybe they could help the group out in some way, even if it was something simple like sharing a small portion of food. He started walking at a brisk pace towards where Petrine was going, but walked past the fountain she had stopped at and continued looking around at the wreckage of the famous city.
"Whoever did this definitely did not like the French." He said to himself quietly looking to see if there might be any homes standing around so that he knew where the group could stay for the night.
There were houses aplenty framing the massive parading grounds. Althought the all looked detoriated, they sure were mostly intact. And as for a hospital - there were two within three blocks. Following the river Seine, which was right behind the Eiffel Tower, to the North-East, there was a smaller, specialised clinic for surgery, and south of the Champ de Mars, there was the Central Public Hospital, for more mundane necessities. At least, that was the case in the Paris he knew ...
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There were houses aplenty framing the massive parading grounds. Althought the all looked detoriated, they sure were mostly intact. And as for a hospital - there were two within three blocks. Following the river Seine, which was right behind the Eiffel Tower, to the North-East, there was a smaller, specialised clinic for surgery, and south of the Champ de Mars, there was the Central Public Hospital, for more mundane necessities. At least, that was the case in the Paris he knew ...
Returning to the group after his quick recon, Damian spoke up to the others. "Well there are some buildings still standing that are mostly intact, so I suggest we pick one thats the most intact and make that a temporary base until we either get out of here or find soemthing better. If this place is anything like the Paris of our time, then there might be a hospital near by."
Returning to the group after his quick recon, Damian spoke up to the others. "Well there are some buildings still standing that are mostly intact, so I suggest we pick one thats the most intact and make that a temporary base until we either get out of here or find soemthing better. If this place is anything like the Paris of our time, then there might be a hospital near by."
Ignotus nodded in agreement, walking over to the others, trying to not look suspicious, nor be too aloof.
"We may as well look for food and water, and any supplies we could use to our advantage."
The group got their struggles sorted quickly after that. The unconscious returend to consciousnes, and with all the options in their hands, they had the choice to go wherever they wanted - nothing held them back. There was the Tower and it's hidden mysteries, there were the manifold houses, the possible hospital north or south, and there was the option they had chosen so far - stay put and admire the scenery. To give the group a more pressing incentive to start moving, the sky rapidly darkened ... rain was coming in soon.
What would it be?
Inspect the Eiffel Tower and maybe establish a base on high grounds?
Squat in one of the houses framing the Champ de Mars?
Find out whether there is a hospital indeed and maybe stock up on meds?
Stay put and enjoy a shower of possibly sour rain?
The world held it's breath. It was waiting for them to act, to venture forth into untold stories of epic proportions ... or a gloom fate.
Petrine arrived with the water and began to lave Siri's burning face and neck. "There, there. You're going to be okay."
She was becoming less and less shocked by these people and their bizarre bodily conditions.
"We should go to the Tower," she said. "If we can get onto even the lower viewing platform, we'll be able to see a good distance in all directions. That should tell us where we're most likely to find shelter and supplies.
"And if there are any other survivors here, they might have had the same idea."
"I agree with that, and we should do it quickly, it seems as though the weather may be getting bad soon"
Ignotus felt the moisture in the air and looked up. Not knowing what kind of war happened, he was not willing to find out just how it effected things like the weather.
"I figure on our way we can try and find anything we need as well."
"No arguments from me." Damian said as he offered Petrine his coat. "A lady shouldn't be out in threatening weather without a coat." He said with a soft non-threatening smile. "Anyone here need help walking? It's best we not leave anyone behind, mostly for strength in numbers but on the off chance one of us might have a more useful ability like generating water or able to see in far off distances with little effort. Also in case we find a way out so that we don't leave people to this God forsaken hell hole of a nightmarish land."
*Seth helped Alexandré to his feet and walked him back to the rest of the group*
I concur. The tower will give us a good vantage point, plus some shelter from the rain. If it holds nothing of value, we can make camp in a near by house. Once we're done with that we need to find a hospital.
Alexandre came out of a daze from the headache, feeling closer to something but not quite there yet. He knew his crest had something to do with it, but wasn't sure quite what yet.
He looked up to see a man walking him towards the group and mumbled, "I'm- I'm fine. Alexandre stood up straight, brushed the dirt off of himself, and listened to the last part of the group's conversation. When he heard them deciding what to do, he waited for a pause in the conversation and interjected,
"I'm okay with going anywhere really... I just need to figure out how to get back."
After showing his presence, he stood back at the edge of the crowd, waiting to hear the verdict of the others. After all, it didn't really matter what happened, he just needed to find a way back to his uncle and then everything would work itself out.
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The group advanced. After all the hurting from the sudden shift had been treated, the seven people made their way across the place, and after a short walk of about 5 minutes, they arrived at the rotten iron feet of the formerly proud tower. Rust had marked the surface and taken it's toll, but the superstructure seemed to be still intact. The only peculiar thing was ... if the Tower was that new, how could it already be that detoriated? What caused treated, galvanized steel to corrode that fast?
Without power and maintenance, the elevators had become stuck. One remained on the ground level, two were stuck somewhere halfway and one waited, forever, at the platform for passengers. The party had to climb the steel latices, if they wanted to get up there. Luckily, the dense steel mesh made this task easy, even to the clumsiest of adventurers. Bespoke platform where tourists once stared into the distance, bought cards with cheesy pictures, or took photographs, was still there - even though the wind made dangling cables clank and twisting levers creak, it seemed to be able to support the weight of the visitors without a problem.
On the platform, there were some small concession stands, and one somewhat larger building - a former bistro, which the party found out after short investigation. Sadly, time wasn't gentle on this establishment. The windows were broken and glass had shattered all over the floor. Yet, the door seemed to be still in place, and the superstructure of the building and the roof had withstood the weather conditions. There were no traces of puddles to be found in here. The wind whispered through the broken windows, but most of it left the interior alone. That was probably the reason why the fire could destroy so scarce furniture so unhindered. Ashes and burnt wooden rubble greeted the adventurers. Nevertheless, it seemed better than sitting out in the open. With a little work ... maybe?
In the end, if they wanted to climb higher, stairs awaited them. Sadly, these were seeming less reliable than climbing the outside structure of the Tower. Caution would be the name of the game, should a brave person decide to make it all the way to the tip of the steel carcass.
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Damian quickly checked the kitchen to find anything drinkable or edible. Water, Lemonade, liquor of any kind would be better than gambling whether or not the rain water that would be coming down would be worth the gamble of drinking. Bread, even stale, can be better than nothing, even some moldy fruit could be cut up so that the more edible pieces could be eaten. However he also reminded himself to look for any cutlery that could easily be used as weapons. A kitchen knife is still a knife regardless of what you use to cut or stab with it.
*As Damien searched for food in the Bistro, Seth circled the building checking for exits. After finding a front and back door with no other means of entry, save for broken windows, he headed back in and took a look around*
With Damien and Seth preoccupied, Petrine began to sift through the wooden rubble. Anything she could find that wasn't completely reduced to ashes, like that newspaper clipping, could help her understand where she was and what precisely had happened here.
Alexandre walked in through the door and surveyed the former bistro. He began to search for some sheets or perhaps any remnants of fabric to use as blankets and, if there were any more, to cover the windows. He also kept on the lookout for any charcoal sticks, marker, pens, pencils, anything to draw out his crest... somehow he was sure that drawing it out would help him understand what was going on.
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I opened one last year, got two crap worldwake packs and 8x scathe zombies, which I promptly hid around my sister's apartment for her roommates to find. But, yeah, it was a piece of crap.
You, sir, have just won the internet. Congratulations.
Damian:
Scrounging the place, it became apparent quickly that this wasn't left yesterday - or last week. This had to be unused for quite some time now. As for weapons, the closest thing was probably a random selection of butter knives and forks, scattered throughout the bistro. In the kitchen area a bit deeper in, he struck gold, though. There was a full set of knives dedicated to chop up lettuce, cut filet, and slice onions. Luckily, he also found three wooden cases deep in the dark depths of the former Bistro. Filled with a dozen bottles of Perrier each, that was quite the find. Still sealed, there would be water - quite high class, too. Sadly, the only food he could find were four cans of German Sauerkraut and three cans of pea soup. Judging from the imprint, they were good until 1942 ...
Seth:
And he was right indeed. The Bistro had it's main double doors towards the platform and a staff exit to the side - still leading to the platform, but somewhat behind the building, it was less obvious than the wide swinging front doors. The building itself seemd sturdy enough - it obviously had survived the time and strains on the whole tower and the roof wasn't leaking - yet.
Petrine & Siri:
She could fine some postcards, some weathered handwritten bills, and a sealed metal box, that advertised cigars as contents. One of the postcards had writing on it. Meanwhile, Siri was able to pry a fireaxe from the rubble. The grip seemed sturdy, even though the blade was a bit on the dull side.
Alexandré:
Finding impromptu charcoal bits to use as writing sticks was easy as pie. He could basically use anything, from chair legs to actual pencils behind the counter. Furthermore, if he was looking for objects to block the windows, a few remaining tables, inner doors to the kitchen and office area and parts of the counter might be usefull for such an undertaking.
Bringing out one case of Perrier and the cans of food out of the kitchen, Damian set them down on the floor gently. "I found us some supplies, there are some knives well preserved in the back that we can used to defend ourselves with in the back. The food might not be much good but it's better than nothing and we dont' have to eat right away. Theres plenty of Perrier that we can ration for a while too. It's not much I'm afraid but it's better than nothing."
He quickly went back and started grabbing some of the butter knives that he carefully stuffed down his coat pocket. They could be sharpened to increase their damage on any targets and they were probably going to need all the weaponry they can get, him especially with his ability. Grabbing the case with the set of knives he walked out with them and placed them on top of the Perrier crate. "Alright everyone, pick one that you think will be easier for you to use. If we see any wild animals these can help out immensely."
Alexandre started a small pile of charcoal sticks and then went to wrench one of the tables out of the pile of rubble. He grabbed it and began pulling, and eventually succeeded in clearing it from the debris. Grunting, he picked it up and carried over to one window where he propped it up to block the wind. He then looked around for something heavy to wedge it in place, and finding some other heavy wood pieces to do so, he set off to grab another large slab of wood to block another window.
This time, Alexandre pulled the wood out so that more of the pile of rubble was exposed, and after propping it up against the wind he went back to explore what new items might be exposed.
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I opened one last year, got two crap worldwake packs and 8x scathe zombies, which I promptly hid around my sister's apartment for her roommates to find. But, yeah, it was a piece of crap.
You, sir, have just won the internet. Congratulations.
Ignotus leaned against a wall, and crossed his arms, thinking deeply. These events were troubling to him, and he really just wanted to not be noticed. Its not like there was much he could do anyway, but alas he needed to be of some use so silently and quickly he began to search the bistro for anything that the group may have missed, all the while being as quiet and unnoticed as possible.
Alexandré:
Moving through all the rubble, Alexandré was able to find more - somewhat rusted - cutlery, a ash-covered menu, and a map of Paris, folded up and in a leather sleeve. The leather was somewhat singed, but the map was in considerably good shape.
Ignotus:
After searching the less likely areas and turning literally every stone, Ignotus found something quite nifty - it was a Zippo lighter, together with a gas fluid bottle, stashed away in a cupboard. It had etchings on it, denoting it as the lighter of the Bistro's owner, a certain Phillippe LeCouroux. The flint seemed to be in good condition, and the cotton was just waiting for lighter fluid.
"Well, I didn't find much." Petrine set down the box and the postcard next to Damian's stash. What use could they possibly have for a box of cigars?
She walked out to the edge, looking out over the Champs de Mars, careful to avoid the sharp glass. Slowly she started circling the perimeter, ever looking outward for any signs of habitation or life.
As she wandered, she wondered about Gregory. Was he here when the Tower met its dire fate? Were they sifting through his ashes even now? And what of Marie? Did she survive?
Petrine:
As she was scanning the surrounding, trying to find traces of life, Petrine was succesfull beyond the occasional example of wildlife, in the form of birds and stray cats. With the thrumming sound of her machine, a figure on a bike, spitting out smoke and fire, was plowing through the rubble. As an additional excitement, the rider had a following of four, and considering her rapid evasive manouvers on the Champs de Mars, she was trying to outrun her pursuers.
Bespoke beasts where anything but friendly-looking. Clawing their way over the rubble, lungng themselves forward on what seemed to be massive muscles, the beasts got closer and closer to their machinized prey. The bike roared, tires threw up dust and dirt, a hectic turn and again, the machine bellowed, coughing up dark smoke. With a wrist motion, the rider flung something towards the closest assailant, which was subsequently consumed by an almost blinding bright, white explosion. The sonic wave reached Petrine a split-second later, resonating from the buildings around the parading grounds.
The blonde woman, as it appaeared, gave her bike another jolt of power, speeding up again, after she saw the burning beast crash into the ground ... and she was leading them right towards the tower.
As for the surrounding, there was the Champ de Mars itself, a former marching and training ground for the Military School on the other end, ...
, and the crooked Eiffel tower, with it's tip in the dense clouds, itself.
Rubble was piled up in the center of the parading grounds, where the main road crossed through. Left and right and here and there, booths in various states of detoriation told of the once bustling tourism in this area. But those days were long gone ...
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As she walked, a question sprang unbidden to her mind:
How old was that newspaper clipping?
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"What happening? How do you feel? Your name, that would also be good, but focus on making your pain stop first"
*If Seth could get the man to survive longer then the next few minutes they'd be one step closer to getting everyone to safety. The he remember the explosion and wondered if this was going to end badly.*
"Whoever did this definitely did not like the French." He said to himself quietly looking to see if there might be any homes standing around so that he knew where the group could stay for the night.
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
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Returning to the group after his quick recon, Damian spoke up to the others. "Well there are some buildings still standing that are mostly intact, so I suggest we pick one thats the most intact and make that a temporary base until we either get out of here or find soemthing better. If this place is anything like the Paris of our time, then there might be a hospital near by."
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Ignotus nodded in agreement, walking over to the others, trying to not look suspicious, nor be too aloof.
"We may as well look for food and water, and any supplies we could use to our advantage."
What would it be?
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She was becoming less and less shocked by these people and their bizarre bodily conditions.
"We should go to the Tower," she said. "If we can get onto even the lower viewing platform, we'll be able to see a good distance in all directions. That should tell us where we're most likely to find shelter and supplies.
"And if there are any other survivors here, they might have had the same idea."
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Ignotus felt the moisture in the air and looked up. Not knowing what kind of war happened, he was not willing to find out just how it effected things like the weather.
"I figure on our way we can try and find anything we need as well."
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
I concur. The tower will give us a good vantage point, plus some shelter from the rain. If it holds nothing of value, we can make camp in a near by house. Once we're done with that we need to find a hospital.
He looked up to see a man walking him towards the group and mumbled, "I'm- I'm fine. Alexandre stood up straight, brushed the dirt off of himself, and listened to the last part of the group's conversation. When he heard them deciding what to do, he waited for a pause in the conversation and interjected,
"I'm okay with going anywhere really... I just need to figure out how to get back."
After showing his presence, he stood back at the edge of the crowd, waiting to hear the verdict of the others. After all, it didn't really matter what happened, he just needed to find a way back to his uncle and then everything would work itself out.
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The group advanced. After all the hurting from the sudden shift had been treated, the seven people made their way across the place, and after a short walk of about 5 minutes, they arrived at the rotten iron feet of the formerly proud tower. Rust had marked the surface and taken it's toll, but the superstructure seemed to be still intact. The only peculiar thing was ... if the Tower was that new, how could it already be that detoriated? What caused treated, galvanized steel to corrode that fast?
Without power and maintenance, the elevators had become stuck. One remained on the ground level, two were stuck somewhere halfway and one waited, forever, at the platform for passengers. The party had to climb the steel latices, if they wanted to get up there. Luckily, the dense steel mesh made this task easy, even to the clumsiest of adventurers. Bespoke platform where tourists once stared into the distance, bought cards with cheesy pictures, or took photographs, was still there - even though the wind made dangling cables clank and twisting levers creak, it seemed to be able to support the weight of the visitors without a problem.
On the platform, there were some small concession stands, and one somewhat larger building - a former bistro, which the party found out after short investigation. Sadly, time wasn't gentle on this establishment. The windows were broken and glass had shattered all over the floor. Yet, the door seemed to be still in place, and the superstructure of the building and the roof had withstood the weather conditions. There were no traces of puddles to be found in here. The wind whispered through the broken windows, but most of it left the interior alone. That was probably the reason why the fire could destroy so scarce furniture so unhindered. Ashes and burnt wooden rubble greeted the adventurers. Nevertheless, it seemed better than sitting out in the open. With a little work ... maybe?
In the end, if they wanted to climb higher, stairs awaited them. Sadly, these were seeming less reliable than climbing the outside structure of the Tower. Caution would be the name of the game, should a brave person decide to make it all the way to the tip of the steel carcass.
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There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Home sweet home...
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Scrounging the place, it became apparent quickly that this wasn't left yesterday - or last week. This had to be unused for quite some time now. As for weapons, the closest thing was probably a random selection of butter knives and forks, scattered throughout the bistro. In the kitchen area a bit deeper in, he struck gold, though. There was a full set of knives dedicated to chop up lettuce, cut filet, and slice onions. Luckily, he also found three wooden cases deep in the dark depths of the former Bistro. Filled with a dozen bottles of Perrier each, that was quite the find. Still sealed, there would be water - quite high class, too. Sadly, the only food he could find were four cans of German Sauerkraut and three cans of pea soup. Judging from the imprint, they were good until 1942 ...
Seth:
And he was right indeed. The Bistro had it's main double doors towards the platform and a staff exit to the side - still leading to the platform, but somewhat behind the building, it was less obvious than the wide swinging front doors. The building itself seemd sturdy enough - it obviously had survived the time and strains on the whole tower and the roof wasn't leaking - yet.
Petrine & Siri:
She could fine some postcards, some weathered handwritten bills, and a sealed metal box, that advertised cigars as contents. One of the postcards had writing on it. Meanwhile, Siri was able to pry a fireaxe from the rubble. The grip seemed sturdy, even though the blade was a bit on the dull side.
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Alexandré:
Finding impromptu charcoal bits to use as writing sticks was easy as pie. He could basically use anything, from chair legs to actual pencils behind the counter. Furthermore, if he was looking for objects to block the windows, a few remaining tables, inner doors to the kitchen and office area and parts of the counter might be usefull for such an undertaking.
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He quickly went back and started grabbing some of the butter knives that he carefully stuffed down his coat pocket. They could be sharpened to increase their damage on any targets and they were probably going to need all the weaponry they can get, him especially with his ability. Grabbing the case with the set of knives he walked out with them and placed them on top of the Perrier crate. "Alright everyone, pick one that you think will be easier for you to use. If we see any wild animals these can help out immensely."
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
This time, Alexandre pulled the wood out so that more of the pile of rubble was exposed, and after propping it up against the wind he went back to explore what new items might be exposed.
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Moving through all the rubble, Alexandré was able to find more - somewhat rusted - cutlery, a ash-covered menu, and a map of Paris, folded up and in a leather sleeve. The leather was somewhat singed, but the map was in considerably good shape.
Ignotus:
After searching the less likely areas and turning literally every stone, Ignotus found something quite nifty - it was a Zippo lighter, together with a gas fluid bottle, stashed away in a cupboard. It had etchings on it, denoting it as the lighter of the Bistro's owner, a certain Phillippe LeCouroux. The flint seemed to be in good condition, and the cotton was just waiting for lighter fluid.
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She walked out to the edge, looking out over the Champs de Mars, careful to avoid the sharp glass. Slowly she started circling the perimeter, ever looking outward for any signs of habitation or life.
As she wandered, she wondered about Gregory. Was he here when the Tower met its dire fate? Were they sifting through his ashes even now? And what of Marie? Did she survive?
How long ago was 1925?
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As she was scanning the surrounding, trying to find traces of life, Petrine was succesfull beyond the occasional example of wildlife, in the form of birds and stray cats. With the thrumming sound of her machine, a figure on a bike, spitting out smoke and fire, was plowing through the rubble. As an additional excitement, the rider had a following of four, and considering her rapid evasive manouvers on the Champs de Mars, she was trying to outrun her pursuers.
Bespoke beasts where anything but friendly-looking. Clawing their way over the rubble, lungng themselves forward on what seemed to be massive muscles, the beasts got closer and closer to their machinized prey. The bike roared, tires threw up dust and dirt, a hectic turn and again, the machine bellowed, coughing up dark smoke. With a wrist motion, the rider flung something towards the closest assailant, which was subsequently consumed by an almost blinding bright, white explosion. The sonic wave reached Petrine a split-second later, resonating from the buildings around the parading grounds.
The blonde woman, as it appaeared, gave her bike another jolt of power, speeding up again, after she saw the burning beast crash into the ground ... and she was leading them right towards the tower.
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