She shakes her head.
"I… I n-never went o-or did much e-e-ever… I w-went to the library, s-surfed the web… a-and tried to get through school…" Selina now feels she is incredibly uninteresting to talk to… she never really did much of anything really, with that trip to the guys basement being the only really odd or interesting place she had ever gone to before...
"Really? Never? What, your parents never take you anywhere, either? Like, even on road trips?"
"Well shit, best sort this out where the rain isnt on fire."
Picking the girl up Steven carries her into the nearest shelter that isnt burning, falling down or otherwise glaringly obviously unsafe.
You grab the girl and make your way to the nearest exit, though this is probably not so much putting yourself out of danger as you'd like. The girl's pretty light, fortunately, and she doesn't impede your escape overmuch - you make it out of the field and into the halls of the stadium, and this, fortunately, is probably a safer place. While in the field you needed to dodge falling gobs of what seems at the very least equivalent to flaming napalm, here they seem to be very much kept out by whatever roofing is present. The rest of the dangers, however, seem to be very much present in here as well - sudden explosions with no visible source, the structure quaking with the rest of the landscape, the walls twisting into weird shapes in places, all unsecured objects flying around at dangerous speeds, greenish lightning shooting through walls in the distance, that sort of thing.
Fortunately, even with all this in mind, this place is no more glaringly unsafe than the field. Once again, it's not raining napalm in here, right?
The girl, for her part, appears to be slowly regaining her senses, since she's looking around dimly with a pained expression now, though not quite ready to say anything.
Alex would nod.
"Cool. So, what do you want?" the guy asks, smiling for a moment with satisfaction at his immensely good recognition skills.
Jake opens his eyes and tries to figure out what the hell just happened.
Well, shit. Shit is what you suspect happened. Your mind, almost unbelievably relaxed by this point, was suddenly flooded with quite a bit of... something awful, you think. You also think you might have blocked the very worst of it out, though your head still feels like it's going to explode, short-term invincibility be damned. You open your eyes and take a look around. The rooftop is shaking, the wind is howling, large flaming gobs of napalm are raining from the sky in places. The stadium is falling apart, lightning is spiraling through the sky. The swirling clouds remind you strongly of angry gods congregating to give this sinful earth a good smiting or two. Random explosions are taking place on the street and in the air, you spot a car get taken off its wheels and flipped violently along the street like some sort of collision glitch in real life. The wind is almost enough to tear you off the roof. Looking away from the stadium, though, you see the rest of the city - relatively silent, dark, looking almost lifeless and completely dark in comparison with the apocalyptic scene at the stadium.
This is, of course, slightly different, but the feel of it all is distinctly familiar, you bitterly conclude.
How slightly? And does it appear to be cooking her skin?
Carrie rips off her hoodie as fast as she can and, empowering her movements, attempts to use it to rapidly smother whatever flames she can.
After Carrie's prelog runs its course, if the smothering appears to have any affect at all, Carrie jumps back into her mind to assess the situation.
Slightly as in your hoodie is smoking and you see that one edge has a small flame on it. And while it does feel hot, you're not entirely eager to find out if it's going to give you second degree burns or not. You feel like the first degree might already be forming, actually. So you rip off the hoodie and, assisted by your power, smother it quickly. You consider what to do for a second, activating your power again when a glob of sticky flaming stuff lands next to you, reminding of the urgency of the situation.
You notice several things. Ilo seems to have got One Eighty to respond, and she appears to be coming out of her state. Probably slowly, since Ilo's already started to drag her off the field, and made good progress at that. He might be stronger than he looks, you think. The exploding man has made his escape with the girl, you notice, though the cowboy guy's been left behind. Your current freeze-frame, though, appears to have caught him in the middle of bolting upright with a starkly horrified look.
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