06-17-2016, 05:28 PM
Remilia should not have taken that nap.
It was only a brief moment of serenity before her return to the waking world was via the the plane she was in rattled like the Christmas present of a overly curious child, a particularly fitting metaphor after Remilia had seen so many of her sister’s toys get broken that way, and to find herself floating in mid air without the assistance of her powers. The shock of the situation didn’t last long as the vampire saw that it would only rapidly go downhill (in every sense of the word) and gave a heavy push of her wings to the safety of an emergency harness with a few others. It was only a false hope, though, as metal plates and structural beams snapped like wafer at the midsection and sent the at-least-somewhat stable roller coaster of horror into a dead drop into hell.
The crash felt like being inside a hammer as it struck the surface of an anvil. The initial impact point wasn’t so much destroyed as it was pulverized, what wasn’t ripped away by the whipping winds to land strewed across the beach side, and who wasn’t killed already found their bodies slammed into whatever they used to brace themselves. Remilia might have come out better than someone of her actual physical type due to her undead fortitude, but it still felt like all her organ were about to be squeezed from torso and swept by a nausea from the tumble through the air in mostly darkness. She might have passed out if she didn’t feel a sudden pressure and wetness on her lower half (not to mention the screams of the other survivors next to her). It took her a dazed moments to realized it was sand. It forced itself through compromises in the hull when the section they were in scraped across land and now she was half buried in it.
“We’re all going to drown!” Some Syntech flunky yelled out in hysterical panic as they tried to wrestle with the netting, but the scarlet devil rolled her eyes. As the shortest person there she was at the greatest of risk of getting stuck underwater and unless they were trapped here for half a day and it was at low tide (and she knew it wasn’t) then it wasn’t something to get worked up over. With a slash across the fabric with her claws she was out, with only a little bit of wiggling to free herself from the sand. And with herself out, she could better assess what has happened.
They’re trapped inside an aluminum can buried inside a beach, in the dark and without any support or supplies, her dress was torn, hair and hat was in a mess, and her parasol was long gone. Perhaps the lowest Remilia has ever been in for a long time, yet it would be against everything she stood for if she didn’t endear. Until she was out of sight, at least.
The first obstacle was getting out. There was barely any light coming from the shattered windows, the storm that presumably knocked them out of the sky still rampant above them, but thankfully there was just enough that the scarlet devil could see where the door is. Or where it was about to not be, rather, as the compartment was drowned in red light by the magical spear in Remilia’s hand.
Those outside would be caught off guard when a part of the rear tail exploded with red as a beam shot through one of the doors and carried it off into the sky, followed by a four foot pink dressed kid who stood the tallest of everyone in pride...until she tried to flap the wings on her back to no avail.
They took her flight! She has lost so much of her power already, and now this! Remilia let out many unladylike curses and growls (certainly Sakuya would have chided her if she saw this) at the sky as the other survivors sneaked out into the outside behind her, but eventually she managed to wrap it back up enough to glance over to the others who made it. Seemed that she’d have to rely on them before this was through. She waved over to those who could see her to prove she still lived (not that it wasn’t obvious before) and started to jog across the flechette filled sand to where they started to gather.
It was only a brief moment of serenity before her return to the waking world was via the the plane she was in rattled like the Christmas present of a overly curious child, a particularly fitting metaphor after Remilia had seen so many of her sister’s toys get broken that way, and to find herself floating in mid air without the assistance of her powers. The shock of the situation didn’t last long as the vampire saw that it would only rapidly go downhill (in every sense of the word) and gave a heavy push of her wings to the safety of an emergency harness with a few others. It was only a false hope, though, as metal plates and structural beams snapped like wafer at the midsection and sent the at-least-somewhat stable roller coaster of horror into a dead drop into hell.
The crash felt like being inside a hammer as it struck the surface of an anvil. The initial impact point wasn’t so much destroyed as it was pulverized, what wasn’t ripped away by the whipping winds to land strewed across the beach side, and who wasn’t killed already found their bodies slammed into whatever they used to brace themselves. Remilia might have come out better than someone of her actual physical type due to her undead fortitude, but it still felt like all her organ were about to be squeezed from torso and swept by a nausea from the tumble through the air in mostly darkness. She might have passed out if she didn’t feel a sudden pressure and wetness on her lower half (not to mention the screams of the other survivors next to her). It took her a dazed moments to realized it was sand. It forced itself through compromises in the hull when the section they were in scraped across land and now she was half buried in it.
“We’re all going to drown!” Some Syntech flunky yelled out in hysterical panic as they tried to wrestle with the netting, but the scarlet devil rolled her eyes. As the shortest person there she was at the greatest of risk of getting stuck underwater and unless they were trapped here for half a day and it was at low tide (and she knew it wasn’t) then it wasn’t something to get worked up over. With a slash across the fabric with her claws she was out, with only a little bit of wiggling to free herself from the sand. And with herself out, she could better assess what has happened.
They’re trapped inside an aluminum can buried inside a beach, in the dark and without any support or supplies, her dress was torn, hair and hat was in a mess, and her parasol was long gone. Perhaps the lowest Remilia has ever been in for a long time, yet it would be against everything she stood for if she didn’t endear. Until she was out of sight, at least.
The first obstacle was getting out. There was barely any light coming from the shattered windows, the storm that presumably knocked them out of the sky still rampant above them, but thankfully there was just enough that the scarlet devil could see where the door is. Or where it was about to not be, rather, as the compartment was drowned in red light by the magical spear in Remilia’s hand.
Those outside would be caught off guard when a part of the rear tail exploded with red as a beam shot through one of the doors and carried it off into the sky, followed by a four foot pink dressed kid who stood the tallest of everyone in pride...until she tried to flap the wings on her back to no avail.
They took her flight! She has lost so much of her power already, and now this! Remilia let out many unladylike curses and growls (certainly Sakuya would have chided her if she saw this) at the sky as the other survivors sneaked out into the outside behind her, but eventually she managed to wrap it back up enough to glance over to the others who made it. Seemed that she’d have to rely on them before this was through. She waved over to those who could see her to prove she still lived (not that it wasn’t obvious before) and started to jog across the flechette filled sand to where they started to gather.
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