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witchesreign2012-10-19 10:59 am
wrmods) wrote in witchesreign2012-10-19 10:59 am
ALL-GAME EVENT: The Assault on Balamb
[2100. Balamb has settled into position some time ago, and life continues on as normal. Galbadia Garden has mobilized, in that it's broken free of its moorings and converted to aerial mode, but the structure remains otherwise motionless. The strategy of preventing their antagonist from moving seems to be working just fine --]
[Without warning, alarm, or seeming plausibility, a sword of perhaps thirty stories height and sufficient width to do the job transfixes the mobile mercenary facility. The point plunges through the roof, just barely missing the cockpit, but smashing through a weapons classroom on the second floor and the cafeteria on the first before bursting out the bottom of the facility. It hits the ground, penetrates, and sinks who knows how far deep before friction overcomes mass. The sword stops, leaving only a profoundly deep and disquieting humming as it continues to vibrate with the force of the descent.]
[Balamb's motive engines whine and screech as the helmsman attempts to move the facility, but only a horrific rending sounds as more of the structure crumbles. All the engines can do is shove the building into the sword, not move the weapon.]
[All is horrified silence.]
[In that moment, Galbadia Garden completes the motion it had begun just as the sword descended, and strikes. By flying transport and by motorcycle jumps, troops cross the gap between the two Gardens, while on the first floor, a massive deployment tube crashes through the wall of the garage and troops pour in.]
[It's going to be one of those days.]
[Without warning, alarm, or seeming plausibility, a sword of perhaps thirty stories height and sufficient width to do the job transfixes the mobile mercenary facility. The point plunges through the roof, just barely missing the cockpit, but smashing through a weapons classroom on the second floor and the cafeteria on the first before bursting out the bottom of the facility. It hits the ground, penetrates, and sinks who knows how far deep before friction overcomes mass. The sword stops, leaving only a profoundly deep and disquieting humming as it continues to vibrate with the force of the descent.]
[Balamb's motive engines whine and screech as the helmsman attempts to move the facility, but only a horrific rending sounds as more of the structure crumbles. All the engines can do is shove the building into the sword, not move the weapon.]
[All is horrified silence.]
[In that moment, Galbadia Garden completes the motion it had begun just as the sword descended, and strikes. By flying transport and by motorcycle jumps, troops cross the gap between the two Gardens, while on the first floor, a massive deployment tube crashes through the wall of the garage and troops pour in.]
[It's going to be one of those days.]
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He sprints over, trying not to step on too many books, and plants both of his hands on the shelf below the one the man is currently holding up, supporting it easily.]
Count of three? [He's not waiting for an answer, though.] Three, two, one -
[He shoves. A lot harder than is probably wise, to be honest.]
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[ Eugene has to slam himself against the bookshelf on his end to keep it from tilting back the opposite direction. Pain shoots in his arm -- oww -- but at least the shelf is back in order. He slumps to the side, rubbing his sore shoulder. ]
Okay! You have muscle, obviously.
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But he's more surprised at the guy showing signs of pain.] You sure there weren't any casualties just then?
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He shakes his head, ceasing rubbing his aching shoulder muscle. ]
No casualties. We should get the students out of here. These shelves don't look exactly earthquake-friendly.