Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin (immanis) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2013-06-08 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, kitty pryde, piotr rasputin |
If this town's a rockin... or not (Kitty)
The shaking had woken him.
At first it had been light, and he'd thought that Kitty was playing around, trying to get him up. He'd smiled in his half sleep and murmured something about ten more minutes. He was waiting for her to get close enough so that he could pull her down into the bed with him, and make her lay there while he napped for a tiny bit longer.
It had gotten more violent after that, beyond anything that he could put off as the urgings of a girl Kitty's size to leave a bed. He'd gotten to his feet as fast as he could, the steel automatically shifting over him, and he'd gone to the window. There was nothing that he could see that would be causing it. No outside source, anyway. It was an earthquake. Or maybe a series of them. He couldn't say for sure. He'd feared that it was an attack of some kind. Not that natural disaster was really better, it was just ... better.
"Katya?" Piotr turned and called. She had to be in the apartment, but she wasn't in the bed. "Katya? We must help."
Between the two of them, Piotr knew there was a lot they could do to help. He could shield people and hold up structures. He could carry people to safety. She could assure that nobody was crushed, go into places to rescue the trapped. They were both particularly suited for this incident.
He moved out of the bedroom. "Katya?"