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Seated out in the middle of the bar is a fairly large humanoid iguana. Resting on the table in front of him is a half-finished plate of vegetables and an as-of-yet-untouched glass of some orange liquid. He is chewing slowly, seeming to be in no apparent rush. The lights in the UR flicker darkly, fog rolling in outside the window. With a loud -CRACK- the lights finally give and the UR goes dark. What little light is left from day fades quickly. If one could see, the paint is curling and falling off the wall. Chunks of concrete vanish, some fall and turn to debire on the floor. Rebars can be seen through the walls, and the metal of the barstools start warping. A pungent burnt smell moves it's way through the now stale air. Mei's weight climbs up onto the bar, her yawn escaping as she makes sure her funbags are covered before startledly ducking herself back against the bar to peeeeer a lil bit. "gwuh... again? Twice in one day " she mumbled.. her forehead connecting with the bar's surface two or three times. its kind of like a head desk. The lizard turns his attention away from his meal toward the disturbance that is rolling in, only to look around quickly as more and more things start happening at once. A rather perplexed expression crosses his face before too long, but despite even the chairs beginning to warp he does not rise from his own. He does, however, take the opportunity to wash down the food with some of the drink. The food and drink Maz comsumes will taste like dust and age. The windows groan and grow hairline cracks, as the Air pressure in the room builds. The sound of weeping and scared children leak in from outside, babies crying for their mothers. Suddenly, everything goes unnaturally quiet. ... ... ... ... Mei's fingers go to a small vial that she pops in her hair, her weight lifting up to sit on the bar, "... it smells like wraithshadow manor in here.." she mumbled, her hands rubbing her ears, serpent hair, all four neatly slipping from her hair to nip at the air and spaz out. Honestly she's lookin' kinda tiny here. Her fingers cordially remove her eye patch from her bad eye to keep an eye on the room for whatever reason. Mazurek drinks only enough to get the food down, but that would only be due to the bad taste suddenly getting to him. He ends up gagging and choking a bit from it, even cringing slightly. The looks of disgust would probably be the one thing others might notice after having been so neutral the whole time. He doesn't even try to see if the food suddenly tastes that way, pushing the remains of the vegetation away. An air raid siren, like those in the war clips from the 1930's-1945's, pireces the air. Underneth the sound comes the notes of metal being dragged across the street. The paint curlings flip over and scuttle around on the floor. If you look at their underbelly, you'd see little faces, as though they were people. The air shifts, but some how remains the same. What's going on here? Mei's weight stumbles, hands over her ears as a small barrier of water surrounds her head. Probably just to kill some of the excess sound. She gives a nod toward Mazurek. Again checking to make sure her body is properly covered. How does she breathe? How does she bring the water forth.. Where did she get the marshmallow in her hand? That's a sound he hasn't heard in a long time. In fact, the only time he's heard those sirens would have been during times of extremely bad weather...unless they end up sounding differently from one another. The sound of metal scraping finally brings him into action, finally rising to his feet. Well...rising to them if he hasn't been restrained by the odd shifting of all the seats anyway. From the balcony above, a child's voice rings out, sweet and pure, "What are you doing?" Barbed wire lashes out of the floor, wrapping it around Maz's standing form. Well, more specifically... One curles around each of his legs, digging into his hide, pulling downwards to keep him planted. 4 more shoot out and wrap up his arm and across his chest. Razor wire is on this, mind you, tearing at him. A girl peers from the shadows, eerily. Mei's weight bounces, razor wire is a good hint its time to leave. She removes the water, taking it to form a ball in her palm which is neatly splashed into a sink, her expression cheerful but her body attempting to head for the door and leave, quite obviously wanting nothing to do with this happening. Being highly susceptible to injury and all. If anyone ever wanted to see a warrior tense and show off a bit more muscle than usual, now would be the time. The wire that digs into the tender, unscaled flesh of the legs causes a bit of bleeding to occur down there, and the extra wire that wraps around each of the four arms and the expansive chest also digs in more than enough to cause bleeding. His head draws back and he actually lets out a form of yowl as the tug of all the wires has them being tugged out to their extremes.
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