dirk e. cresswell (gogoblins) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-08-05 20:57:00

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berkeley doge, bess fawcett, brier stebbins, corner conway, desmond riddock, dirk cresswell, earthquake, frank longbottom, group, jude wickham, marissa macfusty, ministry, phoebe smethwyck, sturgis podmore, tomas booth, venice vega, walden macnair, william jugson

MINISTRY OF MAGIC, EARTHQUAKE
Dirk loved his job, he did, but he loved Fridays even more. He still got to go in and work with the goblins (when they let him!), but he got to look forward to a nice quiet weekend of doing whatever he pleased. Lately it had been trying to get Derek to hang out with him, even though that usually just involved watching telly. It was something! Dirk was worried about his big cousin, especially now with the war getting so intense and--

He blinked curiously, as the shelves of his cubicle began to shake. Dirk's eyes twitched back and forth as he watched the pictures he had hanging drop to the floor, and the bust of Gorgak the Terrible started to inch forward and forward. And his desk was shaking, and now his chair, and Dirk was startled to his feet at the sound of someone screaming, "EARTHQUAKE!"

An earthquake! Oh hell, Dirk had just been thinking that some erumpents had escaped again! Earthquake! What was the first rule of an earthquake? These were NOT the things they taught you in Hogwarts! How was he supposed to survive an earthquake if he didn't have the proper training?! DEREK WOULD KNOW WHAT TO DO, THAT IS WHY DIRK WANTED TO REMAIN CLOSE TO HIM AND----

The bust of Gorgak the Terrible teetered off the shelf and smacked Dirk straight in the forehead, making him drop to the ground, and thankfully roll under his desk.

He really did love his job, he did.

ooc: http://www.scribbld.net/users/valesco_mods/32698.html

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Marissa MacFusty (for Sturgis, mostly)

marridgeback
2009-08-06 02:19 am UTC (link)

Friday, Friday, Fri-day! She was going to go home this weekend and see the newest hatchlings, probably get herself scorched by sun and flame both ... it was going to be great. Marissa bopped to the music that she'd put on the radio and then finished her last bite of food. The radio went off and she rolled up her sleeves, looking down at her scrawls on the parchment. She was working on a new charm - one that would act more or less like a more sophisticated version of the scouring charm that they had already by locating the type of stain and removing it more effectively as a result.

One-third swish to the left, half-figure-eight to the East ... suddenly the room shook and her wand whipped out wildly to the right. Her wand began to smoke a violent purple and Marissa coughed hard, trying to correct her position. What the fuck was -- the smoke ignited and her wand exploded in a bright flash of blue-white light.

...along with her hand. Marissa might've been a tough girl, but the sudden sight of a bloody stump and n o trace of hand was too much even for her. She dropped down to her knees, dizzy and trying to squint through the smoke, while the room started to cave in around her.

Shit.

She just had to stay ... conscious ...

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podmore
2009-08-06 06:15 am UTC (link)

Blooding fecking hell!

Sturgis had seen more action the last fifteen minutes than he cared to acknowledge. It had all started at the Order house. He and Thomas had popped over to check on the wards during their patrol, only to happen upon a Death Eater on the grounds near the house. The world around them had been disturbingly quiet and then they both saw it -- the howling funnel cloud lowering from the sky.

Even with their wands already out, they had difficulty getting off hexes and jinxes, blocking counter-spells, and attempting to cease the tornado all at once. If there hadn't been two of the two of them there -- well, Sturgis didn't care or have time to think on that one, right now. The barely had a chance to breathe, check wounds (which were minimal, thankfully), and send off patronuses to the rest of the Order when the messengers had come flying at them at a rapid fire pace. It was then that they knew this attack was bigger than just one Death Eater.

As the messages flashed through them, one voice in particular stuck out to Sturgis. He heard Marissa and she sounded shaky -- this was not a girl who got shaky. After trading a quick game-plan with Thomas (they were spliting up to protect Order members and get them to the house), he was apparating back to the Ministry and that's when things really went awry.

Sturgis popped in on mass chaos and panic in the lobby. The lifts weren't working. People were rushing to the floos where crowds were forming along with fights. The weather was all wonky -- it was snowing in the lobby, there were face-beating gusts of wind in the stairwell -- and there were a few creatures running about. He fought his way against the people on the stairwell to get to Marissa's floor and made a mad dash for the committee office.

The office was one giant mess. Everything was pitched and overturned like a giant had used the place for a playroom. "Marissa?," Sturgis shouted as he started to search for her among the desks and debris.

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marridgeback
2009-08-06 06:19 am UTC (link)

"Desk!" Came the somewhat distant voice. She'd been saving most of her will for when someone was coming - and Sturgis had said he was coming - so she attempted to push herself up from the rubble underneath the desk. It was harder than you'd think with only your non-casting hand (Merlin's fuck it was hard to cast a successful patronus that could travel at all), honestly.

She furrowed her brows and coughed to clear her lungs, glad that she'd had to speak through clouds of smoke and brimstone before, "UNDER THE DESK!" Marissa pointedly avoided looking down at her hand and tried to focus on staying awake.

She wasn't sure how much blood she'd lost - she'd pulled off her blouse to wrap her bloody stump in and that at least had kept her from passing out. Passing out before help would be bad, right?

Hopefully Sturgis would find her soon, because she wasn't in the mood for testing whether it really would be a bad thing or not.

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podmore
2009-08-06 12:55 pm UTC (link)

Sturgis's head snapped up when he heard her first call and started moving toward the noise. He had his wand out, in case he needed for whatever dire circumstance. She wasn't immediately standing so she had to be pinned to the floor or injured badly.

He saw some movement and darted toward her. Sturgis was stunned by the sight of her. She was no longer wearing a shirt -- it was wrapped around a profusely bleeding wound on her hand. At least, he thought that was her hand, but by the way it was wrapped...

His expression became stern. "What happened?" Sturgis asked in a concerned rush, putting away his wand and kneeling to her. She looked weak. He full-well intended to scoop her up and apparate straight to St. Mungo's. "I'm going to pick you up, all right? We have to get you out of here."

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marridgeback
2009-08-07 02:08 am UTC (link)

"Let's just say," and she grimaced as he moved toward her and knelt, "that you're going to have to stick to high-fiving my left hand from now on." When she swooned toward him, she leaned forward just enough to drop her forehead onto his shoulder and then let out a shaky sigh.

"No arguments from me." She liked being picked up by big strong men on the best of days ... she definitely wasn't going to complain about it today.

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podmore
2009-08-12 12:16 pm UTC (link)

With her left hand? Oh, Gods.

Sturgis wrapped her in a strong, comforting embrace. As he stood, he easily pulled her up with him. He shifted so all her weight was pressing into his shoulder as he dipped to hook an arm behind her knees and lift. The motion folded up Marissa. Sturgis shifted to have a better hold on her for disapparating.

The blood soaked shirt was startling to see and she was somehow paler than normal. The fact that she was half-naked and pressed up against him didn't even register with his mind. He held her as close as he could manage and he grimaced when he heard her shaky breathing.

"Put an arm around me and we'll go," Sturgis told her. "Mungo's was hit, too, but they're still taking people in. We'll go there."

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marridgeback
2009-08-12 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Yeah, when a ginger like Marissa looked pale you knew that things were pretty bleak. She'd always liked how well she fit in Sturgis' large arms (any man's large arms, really, it made her feel safe -- even though she'd never admit it) and now it was more comforting than she could say.

She nodded weakly and curled her mostly-uninjured arm around his neck, pressing her face into his shoulder and trying to concentrate on what he was saying. Oh, Merlin's rotten fucking right testicle ... St. Mungo's had been hit too?

As long as they were taking patients she supposed that it would be all right, but it was still a shock to hear. How far had all of this gotten? Next he'd be telling her that Scotland had plummetted into the water or something ridiculous like that.

"Mungo's, right." That was ... probably a really good idea, she thought fuzzily as her eyes began to slip shut. She was so ... tired.

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Jude Wickham (narrative)

judes
2009-08-06 02:36 am UTC (link)

He knew there was a reason that he hated desk jobs.

Today, however, he decided that he hated them more than ever. When the ground started to shake and his desk started to roll down the sudden tilt the building was at directly toward him ... he would've been more than happy to go outside into the 'real' world and interact with people that he could charm.

When the desk put him out the window, Jude made a memo to put in for a transfer. Fake window or not, the desk pinning him against ground was painful.

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Walden Macnair (narrative)

roadkiller
2009-08-06 02:56 am UTC (link)

Being an entry-level ministry member meant that when shit went down, you were the first person to be called upon even in the middle of a FUCKING EARTHQUAKE.

It only followed, then, that because he was the one who was chasing down a bunch of floundering Shrakes that had been dropped out of their tanks by the quake. Turned out that they were slippery sons of bitches - and that their spines were rather painful. He hissed under his breath and tried his best to squeeze another one into the fountain on the main level of the building - he was missing at least another dozen from the latest seizure from a bunch of International Wizarding Poachers and his supervisor was going to kill him if he lost a single one of them.

He was so focused on getting the squirmy little buggers into the water that he didn't notice the large main statue falling down on top of him until he was unconscious.

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Desmond Riddock and Corner Conway (BOTH open for rescue-type help and interaction)

cockinafrock
2009-08-06 03:17 am UTC (link)

He'd been arguing with Corner in the middle of his office when the earthquake hit and he found himself abruptly tits-over-arse, as it were. While Desmond Riddock was quite good at controlling himself in stressful situations ... this was a motherfucking earthquake! Desmond barely had time to haul himself up onto his feet before a rather large bookshelf was teetering dangerously in front of him and he ... stared up at it, wide-eyed, hoping it would stay up by some miraculous force of gravity (not unlike the muggle Cher's bra).

It didn't, of course, and he'd probably have been crushed by it if Corner Conway hadn't shoved him hard out of the way and then tried to get away himself. Corner wasn't quick enough, however, and the edge of the shelf slammed down onto his left foot. He fell down hard onto a piece of wood and grazed his side - Desmond just looked on for a few moments and then dumbly crawled out from under the desk where he'd landed, inching over to Corner.

"You need to stay right here while I get help!" He pushed to his feet as quickly as he could manage to and began to wobble toward the door.

....Once he was sure that Desmond had gotten out into the hall all right, Corner shoved himself up to his feet and wrapped up his ankle as best he could before he started to hobble down the opposite side's hall in search of his Aurors ... and his daughter.

As if he was going to sit around and do nothing while other people were probably severely injured (not that he wasn't, since his side was soaked in blood). He was the fucking Minister.

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clutzy
2009-08-06 03:53 am UTC (link)

Jolene smiled and looked down at the noticeable swell that was starting to push against the fabric of her dress. With rosey, full cheeks and an unmistakeable mother's glow, Jolene was every bit the expectant mommy-to-be. One of the older witches in the office had stopped her in the midst of running an error to make comment on the baby bump, and it was there that she felt it. The rumbling, roaring sound of furniture rattling across the floor followed shortly by an outbreak of sheer panic.

Always a bit slow on the uptake, Jolene was left standing there, clutching a manilla envelope protectively over her abdomen as the uproar erupted around her. She didn't have the best of balance on her better days, and so when the earthquake started it was not long before she was left struggling to remain upright.

Blinking ceiling plaster from her eyes as it snowed around her, she threw an arm up to shield her head from any falling debris and teetered off-kilter, falling to the side. The crack of her head against a nearby desk ensured that her body hit the floor without much resistance, her stomach absorbing some of the impact. Even through the pain and disorientation, her arms moved to encircle her belly, a quiet moan of panic tumbling from her lips.

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conways
2009-08-06 04:07 am UTC (link)

All right, Corner had fully been planning on finding his Aurors to make a more organized search effort as soon as possible ... really. Despite the fact his foot was broken and he was still bleeding (although he'd tried to staunch the flow a little with a muttered first-aid spell) he was getting around at a fairly good pace ... up until he saw the pregnant lady on the ground with a head injury.

Damn. That definitely counted as more urgent than finding other Aurors. He grimaced and then managed to lower himself down next to her so he could speak in a low voice, "Are you awake?" Because he could probably levitate her if he had to, but that wasn't something he was looking forward to doing.

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clutzy
2009-08-06 04:15 am UTC (link)

One arm was employed to push herself up onto an elbow, her fear for her baby momentarily overwhelming the blinding agony shooting through her head. There was a familiar male voice... one that she had heard numerous times in passing, but to whom it belonged she could not tell. She swung her head heavily back and forth, spirals of honey colored hair hanging to curtain her face.

"I... think so... But my baby..."

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conways
2009-08-06 04:25 am UTC (link)

Ah, he'd dealt with pregnant women before ... but not in this situation. Corner took a deep breath.

"All right, miss. We both need a healer, so we're going to head to one of the safe apparation zones..." Hopefully he could pull himself together long enough to get them there, though. He was already starting to think that walking on his foot wasn't going to work for much longer.

"But you need ... to stay calm. Worrying won't do anything."

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clutzy
2009-08-07 02:41 am UTC (link)

A healer... yes, she certainly could do with one of those right now. Despite the man's advice she couldn't help but to worry, terrified of the shooting pains radiating in her abdomen. Squinting at the man kneeling beside her, it took her a moment to put the dual images of him together to make a whole before recognition set in. "Minister?"

She tried again to push herself up, gasping for air when her vision swam. She wasn't sure she could manage to get to her feet in this state... something warm and sticky was dripping down the side of her face from where she'd struck the desk. "My husband... he's a healer..."

Sucking air through her teeth, she bit back a sob and tried again to focus on the Minister's face. "I need to see my husband. I think something's wrong. Please..."

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conways
2009-08-07 02:45 am UTC (link)

Oh Merlin, she was panicking. He pursed his lips tightly, bringing his hand to her arm so that he could look her straight in the face.

"Yes, I'm Minister Conway. Don't you worry, we're going to head to St. Mungo's and ..." Merlin, his head was spinning already, "And get you your husband." Or someone else.

"But we need to go now." Because if he didn't leave right now he was going to pass out on her.

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clutzy
2009-08-07 06:30 pm UTC (link)

She nodded. He was right, they had to get to the hospital. And in order for that to happen, she had to move. So she carefully pulled herself to her knees and slowly, laborously moved to get her feet beneath her. She remained doubled over for a moment, grinding her teeth as a fresh wave of pain and vertigo washed over her. An earthquake... how could such a thing happen here? It was unheard of!

Normally she would never have been so bold, but given the circumstances Jolene had no problem with reaching out to tightly grab the forearm of the man helping her, finally lifting herself to as much of an upright position as she could manage. Which was when she noticed his own battered appearance, brows creasing. How in the world were they going to make it to the apparation zone like this?

"Can you walk, sir?"

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conways
2009-08-11 05:20 am UTC (link)

"I can walk," Corner insisted, despite the fact that he knew he was quickly losing blood and that he could feel his head swimming. He'd apparated in worse condition than this as a younger man, surely as a more experienced Auror he'd be just fine ... right?

Sure. He steeled himself by taking a deep breath and started to navigate the corridors, ignoring the spots that floated in front of his eyes in favor of thinking about his daughter and Charlotte and -- all the other people that he needed to make sure were all right.

Checking on others meant that he distinctly couldn't die.

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Roderick!

erinkirked
2009-08-06 03:22 am UTC (link)

This was just her fucking life, honestly. Erin had luckily already been under a desk when the first quake struck the Ministry, having dropped her quill underneath. It was bloody stuck in a crack so summoning wasn't working so she had to literally crawl under there to get it. Getting up was proving to be an issue, but thankfully for her large belly, she'd been tucked away from all the bloody things toppling down around her.

Okay, so maybe her life wasn't that bloody annoying.

Erin's eyes shut tightly as the noise shattered and boomed around her, covering her ears and accidentally stretching her legs out from under the desk. A vial of green something splashed directly on her knee and she let out a howl at the burning sensation.

When the shaking stopped, Erin took a few deep breaths and attempted to push herself out from under the desk. Oh, there was no way she was getting up on her own, "HELP!"

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maintains
2009-08-06 03:30 am UTC (link)

The fact was that Roderick had known exactly what was going on from the beginning. He'd reinforced his janitorial closet a few days ago and things couldn't have gone more smoothly for him - once the initial shock was done, he stepped out of the office and then glanced casually around.

He sighed, looked down, and grabbed a nearby piece of jagged metal to slash himself with. Once he was satisfied that he looked shaken enough, he headed toward the familiar (and expected) sound of Erin shouting.

"Erin!" He half-jogged toward the girl's office, "Is that you?"

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erinkirked
2009-08-06 05:23 am UTC (link)

Pushing herself out the best she could with her hands, doing a crab-like walk from under the desk, Erin let out another holler at the other person's voice. Roderick? It had to be Roderick, he was the only one that lurked around here with the three lab mice (Erin and Alice had decided that rats was too vulgar for three ladies, thanks).

"Roderick!" she let out, plopping down to the ground after she'd manuevered herself away from any glass or spilled potions. Erin thought for a second about how much of a loon she must look like, but decided that this was probably the only way she would be able to get around if Roderick hadn't heard her, so she shouldn't be worried about appearances.

She frowned greatly when he finally arrived, shaking her head as she lifted her hands up to be hefted to her feet, "What the fuck just happened? Did we get attacked?"

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maintains
2009-08-06 05:30 am UTC (link)

He didn't hesitate in taking Erin's hands and hauling her up to her feet (even pregnant she looked lovely, but he wasn't at all surprised by that).

"Attacked? No, I think it was an Earthquake or something. Crazy, right?" Because he wasn't going to bring up suspicion of strange behavior until she hinted at it - guilty minds said things like that, and he didn't want to be considered guilty (even thought he was). He was glad to see Erin had gotten out all right not only because he knew Aland was fond of her, but because he still had his somewhat unhealthy ... thing for her.

"I got shaken up pretty badly."

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erinkirked
2009-08-07 01:59 am UTC (link)

Erin blanched, "An earthquake?"

Her face paled at the realization; she would have been more content with the Ministry under attack than a bleeding earthquake. An earthquake in London? Bleeding fucking hell, half of her family worked in Diagon Alley, or was constantly in the shops and stores! Erin took a deep breath, her hand instinctively going to her stomach and was greeted with a furious kicking from her son. Her knee throbbed, but the worry that had flushed over her face was overpowering the pain.

"Where, just---Diagon? Or was it..." Erin put a hand to her head, feeling her heart begin to race faster by the millisecond. "Oh God, Will and---and Nate and---" Her face flushed deeply, her concern increasing with each passing moment, "What are we supposed to do now?"

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maintains
2009-08-07 02:41 am UTC (link)

"You need to get to St. Mungo's," he decided after a moment of consideration. "If you are looking for other people that you're worried about they should be there too." Unless they were dead, but Roderick had just enough sense not to say that to her face.

He offered her his arm again so that she could stay steady and then managed a faint shrug. "I'm not sure where it hit," which was a lie, "but I'm sure it can't be as bad as it seems right now."

Probably also a lie.

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erinkirked
2009-08-10 05:50 am UTC (link)

Erin numbly nodded to Roderick's words, walking with a slight limp as she allowed him to lead her out the lab. Her mind was running around a mile a second; what if it had been all over? What if---Jesus, all the kids were with her mum while everyone worked so---what---what if it hit Glasgow? Well...she knew earthquakes didn't exactly work like that, but who bloody knew if it was a magical--God, she was talking nonsense, wasn't she?

"Holy shit," she let out at the sight of the completely torn apart corridor. How could Roderick not think it was that bad? Erin was bloody lucky as all hell that their potions hadn't been smashed together in unfortunate combinations, or else they all would've been blown to bits. Erin's hand pushed harder on her stomach, trying to control her 'what ifs' from taking over and getting her too riled up. She'd made it out with just a burn, things were--

"That---is a person under that rubble!" Erin shrieked, letting go of Roderick's arm and rushing forward.

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alaspooryorick
2009-08-11 05:16 am UTC (link)

Roderick wasn't panicking the way that Erin was because he didn't have anyone to worry about -- at least not here. He was fairly sure that Aland had gotten himself to his sister's house or something like that and avoided all the drama, so he wasn't concerned about that.

When Erin pointed out to him that there was a person under the debris around them, though, he perked up and instantly set his attention on what Erin was looking at. From the look of things, she was right. "Then we should get them out." That was a logical enough conclusion to come to, right?

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Avis had just come in to sign some papers. She was going to head straight back to her sister as soon as she finalized some of the papers so they could be sent off to the courts and then there would be no problem. She'd just been stepping into the ministry when she'd heard the strange noises and then felt the vibrations.

The roof came down on top of her too quickly for her to do anything but throw up a half-hearted spell - if it hadn't been for the protections that they put on the proper Aurors she would have certainly perished.

As it was, she was unconscious and trapped underneath several heavy chucks, but her familiarly thin fingers stuck out from the pile.

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Venice Vega (narrative)

veevee
2009-08-06 04:42 am UTC (link)

She was going to fucking kill whoever it was they'd hired to decorate Amery Wilkes' office. For some forsaken reason, the entire place was more or less lined with sharp things - this was the first thing that rang through her mind as she gripped onto the edge of her desk and gritted her teeth, annoyed.

Why the fuck hadn't Amery been in to work today? It made her think that -- no, there was no way that the Dark Lord could do something like make a fucking natural disaster, right? -- that maybe he knew about this. He could have fucking told her, he would have told her, right?

Her thoughts were cut short (har har) when another shock sent the rack of antique spears barreling toward her. Venice attempted to throw herself to the side and only succeeded in having her legs pinned against the wall while the rack rocked back and then forth with greater force than before.

She felt blood in her throat and choked hard, gasping for air until the pool of red liquid beneath her feet became too large and her body gave out, lifeless and unmoving.

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John (narrative)

mulciber
2009-08-06 07:03 pm UTC (link)

The last thing John ever expected to experience in the Ministry was an earthquake -- if that was even the real cause was for this sudden violent shaking.

John was abruptly tossed from his desk chair to the floor where he was forced to stay on his hands and knees as the building bucked and swayed. He had to duck and scramble as office furniture toppled and rolled. Slipping several times, he was finally able to toss himself against a wall and brace himself as he rode out the last of the rumbling.

The entire event only lasted all of a minute, but to John, it had felt like ten. His pulse was racing and he was frozen there, against the wall. Other people in the office were slowly getting to their feet while others cried for help.

Then it started raining.

John swore loudly as he climbed to his feet on shaky legs. Huffing a breath and shoving back his damp hair, he went to collect briefcase -- there was no bloody way he was sticking around for more of this.

Thunder clapped and pea-sized hail began to fall.

"Bloody fucking hell!" John roared at the ceiling, covering his face with an arm to block the stinging bits of ice bounce off of him.

The room was dumping a thunderstorm on the office. One little shake and the entire weather system was fucked -- brilliant, just bloody brilliant.

John made it two steps toward his desk when the world went blindingly white as an arc of lightning flashed through him. The jolt was strong and knocked him out of his loafers. He'd already blacked out before he fell smack backward into the desk behind him. His head took the brunt of the fall and was cracked open like a melon with a sickening sound. Blood trickled from the nasty wound on his temple, but it was simultaneously washed away by the rain pouring down on his unconscious body as his co-workers left him for dead.

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Brady & Brier?

feebees
2009-08-08 06:13 am UTC (link)

When she came too, Phoebe had no idea where she was. It was like waking up from an afternoon nap, and waking up in the dark and not realizing it was still the same day. Her blurry vision scanned across the office space, wondering: this isn't my house. Phoebe blinked, finally regaining some focus. Desks were pushed about in erratic ways, chairs were knocked over, there were cups of tea and coffee spilled all over the floor. From her position slumped in a corner of the room, Phoebe was quite sure that Armageddon had struck.

Oh God. Elphias! Phoebe was startled at how quickly her husband's name, his face came to mind, but she immediately began to cry. He was in Diagon Alley now, at the library! She needed to see him, she needed to hold him and make this pain go away, oh God!

"Pheebs!" The girl blinked slowly up as Bess Zeller came into view. Phoebe gaped up at the blonde, who had a cut on her head but other than that, looked relatively fine. "Phoebe, say something!"

Why--why was she looking so concerned? Phoebe's eyebrows furrowed into confusion, and followed Bess' hands as her wand moved and--ohh, a patronus. Bess' was a pretty cat. Hers was a meerkat. Kinda...not...the same. Phoebe blinked again, watching Bess bend over her and mutter some of those spells every witch learned growing up from their mummy's healing their boo-boos. Bess had a daughter, so she must be an expert. But--why was she...?

Phoebe blinked one last time, this time her eyes opening with their gaze upon the filing cabinet that was being lifted off her leg. Her eyes twitched at the sight of her mangled legs, and Phoebe let out a scream.

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brighten
2009-08-09 01:59 am UTC (link)

Brier had been in his office when things started rattling off his shelf and he'd watched Rory's picture work itself off his desk before the shock of the earthquake hit. Ducking under his desk, Brier managed to stay there as the ceiling fell down on his desk and chair. When it seemed things had stopped, he made his way out to the central part of the office, looking around for people. Brier knew he needed to get down to Rory and check on him, but right now he wanted to know what was going on. Noticing Bess and Phoebe, he made his way over the debris to them, his eyes going wide at the blood on Bess's face and what was the mess of Phoebe's legs.

"Oh, Circe mother of Merlin," he said dropping to his knees and pulling his robes off to help cover Phoebe's body - if she was losing blood she needed to be kept warm. He grabbed his belt and tugged it out, wrapping it around the higher part of Phoebe's left thigh, "Bess, I need, we need another one. Do you have a belt or rope or something, we have to make her stop bleeding. What happened?"

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Will!

__frankish
2009-08-09 03:01 am UTC (link)

While Frank didn't care for it, he figured that attempting to check in at the Ministry and see if anything was going on at the Auror Office was the first thing he should probably do once he arrived at Diagon. The building was sound, it wasn't exactly like it was going to cave in at any second: he would heartedly tell Alice this once he returned to the Order house so she could hear first hand how he was staying away from anything too life-threatening, as promised.

Though, knowing his luck, that wouldn't last much longer because it seemed every time he went intp public, something was trying to off him one way or another, but.

Sighing as elevator door jammed (figures), Frank stuck his hand into the small space and began to manually push it open. Who knew what spells were on these things, if he tried to use his wand to open it; for all he knew it could start blasting and smoking on him. With a bit of effort, finally the elevator door opened, showing a very messy version of the Auror Office. Pushing papers and objects out of the way as he walked, Frank held his wand closely to his side (it had been raining outside downstairs, but up here it was as sunny as it could be, so no need for it yet).

He listened closely as he walked for any noise of movement, and eventually he did see someone, but not a person he would have ever gone out to look for: Will Jugson. Frank froze the same time his dear partner did, immediately locking eyes. This... could be potentially bad.

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Narrative

auroared
2009-08-11 06:54 am UTC (link)

"Booth!"

Tomas sent a quick look over his shoulder and let out a relieved breath at the sight of Berkeley Doge. Holy shit, this was absolutely----Tomas nodded his head over as he continued to levitate, kick, pull, the rubble out from in front of the blocked off office door. He could hear the voices of the stuck Ministry employees behind it, they were so close. He wanted to blast the damn wall of rubble away, and shoot down the other hall where he knew there was a staircase, but who knew if it would cause anything else to collapse and---fuck, this was looking hopeless.

"There's five people back there," Tomas relayed to the other auror, who immediately joined him in his labor. He noticed immediately that Berk wasn't in his robes, but the thought left his mind as the ground beneath them rumbled slightly. Tomas and Berk shared a quick glance before hurrying back to work.

"We have to get them out of here now!" Berk exclaimed, dropping the last rock he picked up and backing away, putting his wand up. "Put a shield up on the roof!" Tomas watched as the tip of his partner's wand light up, and he threw a hand out.

"HOLD IT!" Tomas screamed, a second later realizing Berk's entire plan, "You're going to knock the whole place down! Shit's going to fly everywhere!"

Berkley frowned, his mouth pressing into a hard line, "You're faster and stronger than I am, you have to hold up the roof and get everyone out. "

Tomas paled greatly. There was no way the Berk was actually---if he blew up the rubble now, it would give them very little time to get everyone out and you couldn't even predict where everything was going to---Tomas knew it was the only way. Fuck it all. His wand shot out toward the ceiling, the spell shooting across it like a spiderweb.

"GO!"

The blast nearly knocked Tomas off his feet, but he held onto his grip and fortunately for all of them, the ceiling did not seem to be affected by the blast of rock and debris. He pushed through the dust and was immediately grasped onto by one of the random ministry officials behind the door. Tomas recognized her and sent her down the clear hallway, shouting at the rest to follow her. Those stairs should be safe, if--

Tomas grabbed onto the the frame of the door as the walls and the entire Ministry began to shake again. "GO, GO, GO!" He pushed away, shooting another shielding spell toward the roof to keep it from crumbling on the people. Tomas' head shot back and forth, his expression grimacing, "DOGE!"

"Right---here!"

He whipped around and grimaced as Berk approached, bent at the waist with his hand pressed into his side. His white shirt was slowly being soaked with blood, and it was seeping through his fingers. Tomas moved forward quickly to try and heal the wound, but Berkeley shook his head, "You have to go!" he gasped out.

"What, I---" Tomas looked back, noticing for the first time that the people they had just rescued were too terrified to go further down the corridor, where bits and pieces of the ceiling were falling hard to the ground, "Doge, stop being dumb!"

The other auror shook his head, causing Tomas to let out a string of curses. Berkeley put on a hard face, "Booth, I'm dying."

Tomas felt like he'd been struck in the head with a beater's bat as Berkeley lifted up his hands to reveal the wound---it----Tomas felt all of his insides come up his throat and his eyes quickly darted back up to Berk's. He'd never seen anyone so pale and sweaty and---"I'll--I'll carry you!"

"Then you can't do the--shield," Berk gulped, "Go, I'll----put the spells I can to keep it from---collapsing!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Doge---" Tomas let out, but when the other man shook his head, he knew. Tomas knew that it would risk all of their lives to try to save Berk and---he couldn't believe this. "I----good luck."

Berkeley nodded and then proceeded to shoo him off, his weak arm shooting toward the ceiling as Tomas shot down toward the civilians.

This was the worst day of his life.

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