Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191217183339/@comment-36159587-20191228051505

Ishmael's voice launched off of the walls. The explosion hadn't been far enough to catapult the entire building off of its frame, or make it collapse completely, anything like that. They either had to thank the god of bombs that the bomb hadn't been strong enough, or thank the architect/engineer of this place for its strong construction.

Hitan was a teacher, and unaccustomed as he was to people not following his general orders, he knew there were quite a few types of people who did not follow general safety procedures. One was any sort of deity; Ishmael, Echo, and Time all fit this category. As for Kewl, he wasn't quite sure who they were--he hadn't taken his time to look at them with his eye abilities, but he sure hoped no plain mortal ran into bombed libraries out of curiosity.

He knew no celebrity had come to this place, and it was a small, modest place, with mostly a middle age population coming in. The librarians and staff were very nice. Instantly, his mind went back to the unnervingly calm employee. Of course, people had differing reactions to events like these, and maybe someone had been trapped in the restroom or something, but that person was not normal, and he was sure of it.

All the more reason for him to keep going. It was like the foreshadowing in a horror genre of text. Then again, not the best analogy, as he hoped with all of his heart that this was merely the work of an inexperienced...terrorist bomber, perhaps.

Then, what were they trying to prove?

Again, he wasn't meant to be someone who always staked out on his own. He had stopped to wait for Echo, his gaze slightly sharpening when he noticed Time. He remembered the other from quite a few months back. The circumstances were certainly different--they didn't have a Yvonne to fall out of trees and summon pillows this time around--but the potential danger was enough for every inch of his being to stand on attention.

For some reason, he'd been unconsciously counting down seconds. It had been thirty eight seconds since his entrance. It was almost as if he knew something was about to happen, and ironically, a piece of building just let out a rumbling sound. With a final groan, it started crashing towards Time and Echo.