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003 // Action + Video

[ The city is burning.

Strange, then, that Haruka can't hear any screams. She can't hear anything, in fact - it's as if the world has gone utterly silent in preparation for its inevitable end. Buildings crumble unnaturally, from the ground up, and she can see the waves of fire spreading, heading towards the populace, frozen in time - she struggles to move and can't, even as the flames near a clump of civilians, near a girl with pigtails, no, not her, for some reason not her -

And then she wakes up in a cold sweat, scattering Sewaddle from where he'd fallen asleep on her chest; he curls up into a ball and rolls off the bed. The dreams have never been that vivid before. She's never had that kind of detail. Does that mean something's about to happen, or....what's going on....?

It's then she notices her hands are shaking, not from fear but some kind of heady mix of adrenaline and - power, isn't it, she feels stronger despite what she just witnessed. Her breath is still coming short from the dream, but Haruka feels a grin tugging her lips. Something's happened, all right. And if something else is going to happen - she's become more prepared for it. ]

[ Apologies to anyone who might happen to be up and about near the Divine Theater compound already. Extra apologies to anyone who lives around there and was trying to get some sleep. A newly-evolved Haruka (looking just about the same, but a bit broader about the shoulders and even more inexplicably stunning) has just decided to test her new powers by punching the ground in the outside courtyard.

Every building on the property shook, and now there's a huge crater. ] ...well, that answers that question.

[ Union really does have an Earthquake problem, huh. ]

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The Union Divine Theater would like to reassure the populace that this morning's events were an anomaly. We're testing effects for our new show. [ Okay, so this isn't exactly an explicit apology, or an admission she was in the wrong. But Haruka's making up for the inconvenience with an extremely attractive smile, so isn't that okay? ] It'll be stunning.

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[Early mornings were the best time for her to train in peace, and this morning was no different. Sitting in a half crouch in the outer skirts of the courtyard, eyes closed and body still, she takes in slow, rhythmic breaths.

Even a few seconds warning is not enough to properly prepare her and, feeling something different in the air in the courtyard, Sakura starts to rise before being thrown partially off her center of gravity. A pre-evolved Sakura, probably would have fallen flat on her backside. But she manages to recover just enough to keep herself stable and, instinctively, lets a hand drop to her scabbard. She looks around.

What--who--just did that?]

[for some reason, catching an ugly fish takes a lot of energy. And time. So when given a chance to sleep in, Michiru decided to take it.

...

Yeah, so. Have a tousled Michiru, almost but not quite sprinting around the corner, in a nightgown and a robe that's clearly haphazardly thrown on. Honestly, how many people have seen her in this state?

She takes in the scene, eyes flickering between Haruka and the new crater the Theater has apparently procured, and...you're getting one completely unamused look.]

[Well, at least she didn't end up underground this time.]

[The miniquake was enough to wake Rise up, though, and she rushed out to look into the theater courtyard.]

Uh...everyone okay?

[She's torn between staring at Haruka and staring at the crater in the ground. She decides the latter is safer, for the moment.]

[Having been up and attending to duties, the shaking definitely knocked Ogami flat. And, as such, he's come running to find the source of the problem]

[ Hotaru was one to sleep in. She tended to keep to late hours, making copious use of her lamps to get some late-night reading in. So it was safe to say that it was the sudden, inexplicable earthquake that woke her up.

And if Haruka were paying attention, she could hear a crash and a muffled cry of "No! My lamp!" from her room. ]

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