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There was always something happening in the Hub. Some people would claim that if you spent enough time there, you would see everything, at least in passing. There were aliens, there was magic, there were dinosaurs, there were gods and demons, there was a little bit of everything, and at some point in time, most people would tell you that everything had been done at least once... or so they had been told.

However, no one had ever heard of an island falling on the boroughs.

The self-proclaimed experts said that nothing could fall into the Hub in a way that (immediately) threatened people that weren't Hub-generated. There couldn't be anyone pinned under it, they said. However, not many people took them seriously, and people started frantically searching the disaster area. For a few miles, the boroughs had been leveled (though, as always, they'd probably be back to normal by morning) by the impact of what had at first glance been assumed to be a meteor. One look at it, after the dust settled enough to get a good look, told a different story: While the side that had come crashing down from above had been jagged and rocky, the top of it was fairly flat, with the ruins of buildings sprouting up from it, though after that impact it was hard to tell anything about the architecture. A green glow emanated from the ruins of the island, though no one was getting close enough yet to see what it was coming from.

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There were some days when there was nothing better than going for a fly, jetting around the Hub, seeing what you could see. There was always something to see here, after all, even if you were only seeing reflections of those worlds.

For example, today, Justin saw what might have been a goddamn asteroid plunging down at him from the sky, the air seeming to burn around it as it hurtled toward the ground at terminal velocity.

The airborn Avenger tried to fly out of the way, going into a power dive to try to keep ahead of the thing and get the distance he needed to outrun it, get around it, not be crushed. He tried to pull out of that dive at the last moment, hoping against hope that he’d made it. At the last minute, he spotted a sewer grate, blasted it quickly with his blaster, and dove down beneath the borough, still trying to outrun the impact that had to be coming any second now…

Ten minutes later, a sore, battered, but thankfully alive Justin was climbing out from the wreckage, floating over a chunk of the island that had smashed down into the sewers and slowly, dizzily making his way higher to try to get away from the dust that had been kicked up. Belatedly, he remembered to turn on the breathing filter that Tony had made him, gasping a grateful breath as an invisible field started filtering out anything that wasn’t air from his face. Glancing down at his wrist, he saw that his med scanner was… mostly intact. He started doing a few field repairs, knowing he’d have to beg a full fix out of Tony later. “This is Angel to any Avengers that can read,” he coughed, not knowing if the comm was even working. “Anyone else feel the asteroid that just crashed down here? Because I felt it niiiice and close. I’m going to need some backup searching for anyone caught in the disaster area here.”
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Gnomes, at least of the Bizzlebop variety, spent the bulk of their time doing one of two things: inventing, or partying. Hub, with its vast diversity, massive technological, scientific, and magical wonders, and strange ability to overcome distance, culture, and language, was a beautiful, amazing melting pot of opportunities to do both of those things. In short, Hub was more or less Fizzle’s idea of perfection. She wouldn’t have been terribly surprised to find out that she had indeed died fighting that Tarrasque and that this, Hub, was heaven.

Of course, heaven now had a giant asteroid (or something) crashing down toward it, lending to the idea that this really wasn’t heaven, and that Fizzle hadn’t really died that day in the Undermountain. Well, in that case, she didn’t want to die today, either!

The gnome was running, hands gripping one of the handles of her pack, and even as most of the sane population of Hub ran away from the meteor, Fizzle was running full tilt at the thing. She had ground to cover before it hit, after all, and short legs meant that she had to move twice as fast as a taller person would to cover that distance. Just before the thing made contact with the ground (and anyone who had been unfortunate enough to be in the area when it collided with the city) Fizzle ducked for cover, shielding herself from the dust and debris from the impact.

The moment the aftershocks started wearing out, the gnome was up and running again, mindless of the way her pack jostled around on her shoulders. Immediately, the artificer was handing out small vials of a sweet smelling pink liquid. It smelled like bubblegum and tasted like cherries, and healed people of some wounds fairly quickly. She wasn’t handing them out willy nilly, though; she was giving them to those people who actually appeared injured as she picked her way through the rubble, finding those who were hurt.

When she heard the man speaking to...no one, Fizzle turned to look at him. He was dusty, looking as though he’d been under the dang asteroid when it crashed, but Fizzle was worldly enough to not assume he wasn’t using a sending spell or using one of those cellular phones that even Arjay used. (Elves with technology were adorable, and her long eared friend was no different.) She approached him with a smile, asking him bluntly, ”Are ya hurt? I got a potion for ya if you are!”

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Ophelia had been spending an interesting, and educational day spending time with Fizzle when the large chunk of rock started falling towards the Hub "I take it that isn't usual." she remarked, mostly to herself, as she followed behind the gnome, moving a brisk jog to keep pace with the gnome's flat out run. A few flicks of her wand kept debris away from her as she ran towards the danger, knowing that people would be trapped and hurt, likely seriously so, by the mountain that had just dropped from the sky. For the moment, though, she let the gnome be the ones to pass out the healing potions. She only had a few on her, and wanted to save them in case they ran across any truly desperate cases.

"We have healing potions. And I can do levitation spells." she added, in case the man was trying to get help for a trapped companion.

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Sera was always aware of her father. They were linked through their grace, and besides which, she may pay an inordinate amount of attention to Castiel. Even more than that, she was linked to her infant self, being the same person from different points of time co-existing in the here and now of Hub.

The first thing the nephilim did upon witnessing the asteroid crashing into the city that had been her home for pretty much her entire life was to follow those threads that linked her to her angelic father and younger self, making sure they were both alive and well, then using the same bonds to locate them. And where, might a person ask, were her father and herself? They were, of course they were, exactly where the asteroid had hit. Because of course they were, because this, right here, this, was the only possible thing to have happened.

So Serafina did the only thing that she really could do. She flew. Unlike her father, Sera rarely flew in straight lines, bouncing all over the place before she landed silently next to her father. “Is everyone okay? Can I help?”

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Many things could be said about Castiel. He was the Angel that rebelled, fell from heaven's Grace, and who had fallen in love with a human. It could not however be said that he didn't try to help those in need, so when the asteroid came crashing down, he had a moment of panic as he looked between his young daughter and the rock falling from the sky. The last thing he wanted to do was put her in danger- but he didn't know if she would be in more danger if he left her behind.

Cas couldn't leave her behind he decided, so when he likewise decided that he couldn't ignore the potential wounded, it meant slinging Sera's diaper bag over his shoulder and tucking her carefully into the strange sling wrap object which he understood but the shape was still difficult to mess with. The fact that she was almost instantly asleep once he had finished arranging her limbs was generally a good sign.

He flew off the instant he was comfortable with her security, landing easily on top of the giant rock which had fallen. He heard a number of others that seemed to be likewise looking to help so he walked in that direction, lifting a chunk of rock to unpin a nearby hub resident, healing them easily before going on his way.

"Do any of you have devices to help search for injured? I'm afraid that it's a bit difficult to hear over everything."
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It didn’t matter if it was war, a monster, a failed spell, or some sort of natural disaster, mass destruction was a terrible thing, and Arjay had seen some of the worst of it. Oh, sure, this didn’t have any undead bodies swarming up from it, which put it ahead of some of the disasters he’d seen, but it still made his heart sink as he looked on the scene from a safe, breathable distance. Unless they were very lucky, there were dead people in that disaster, and possibly some that were close to death. It was up to those who came after the disaster to keep that number from being added to the ‘dead’ list.

He could hear the faint song in his head as he stepped up to the scene, singing out a sad, keening song in elven, the words of magic unintelligible to most but still hauntingly beautiful as they touched the air… and the air responded. Wind swirled, clouds gathered, and rain began to slowly fall. It wasn’t a downpour, but a steady light patter of raindrops, wetting down the choking dust and keeping what the wind blew away from kicking back up again. It made this a messier job, yes, but it meant that the rescuers would not be choking on the thick dust that had moments before filled the air over the fallen island.

Feeling pleased with that bit of work, the newly-appointed Exarch set his mind to the question that Castiel had raised. Detecting survivors wasn’t something he had something precisely for, but indirectly he could use Heartfire to find any still beating hearts in that mess. Eyes alight with violet flame, Arjay held out his hand and cast his power out over the fallen island and the wreckage around it, seeking out what he figured would be a few scattered survivors clinging to life.

Instead, he found agony.

It seemed impossible, or at least afterward, when he was capable of thinking, it seemed impossible. He knew he could feel the pain of those he connected to, but for this, the elf would have had to connect with hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of people. He had the power to (even if he would never try to), but he hadn’t cast his power any farther than this little space. It seemed impossible, but as soon as the Heartfire found purchase, his mind was flooded with the anguish, the despair, the pain of more than he could possibly hope to process. The elf let out a cry half of shock, half of pain as he curled over, fingers clawing at his heart as he tried desperately to turn his power off, tried to break that contact…

And then, blessedly, there was nothing, the power broken. “I think… that I can’t… help you there,” he managed, not really assuming that anyone could hear him.
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As the rain and the wind cleared the dust down on the scene, the situation became a bit more readily apparent. The object that had crashed down onto the Hub was about two miles across, and as people took a look at the top of it now, it had the unmistakable look of a ruined city. The destruction made it difficult to tell at first, but anyone making an effort would notice after a moment where rough stone streets were, where the foundations of buildings were, even where some of the ruins were still partly standing (if precariously). The area that people had started to gather at appeared to have been some sort of harbor, although only the wreck of a large wooden ship really put any sense to the rubble and ruined buildings.

There weren’t, though, to anyone’s senses or devices, any signs of life, or even bodies, nearby. If there were any survivors, they were farther in from the edge.

As the rain petered out, it appeared that the area was safe to explore. Farther into the fallen island, at least a half mile away, the more solid ruined buildings started (as opposed to the vague foundations immediately around them), as well as that odd green glow.

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They had healing potions. That made Justin pause for a moment and assess the situation. Yes, he was banged up a bit, but did he need to use magic to fix it? After a moment, he decided that he was all right. Yes, he was banged up, yes, he was sore (and would be more sore later), but he knew how he would heal, and he didn’t need to throw unknown quantities in just because he had a boo boo. “Save them!” he called down. “I’m sure someone will need one a hell of a lot more than me!”

After determining that, at least, his medical scanner was working right, Justin surveyed the situation. No Avengers were reporting yet, but they might be busy, or hell, they might even have come to a different part of this thing, this was a big disaster area. Or, of course, his comm might be out, but that wasn’t worth dwelling on. There were people here to help, and one of them even took care of the dust… by making it rain. Hooray for magic. As Justin started to soak through, he activated the scanner, the holo-display appearing in front of him and highlighting the crashed island as he searched for life signs. So far, he didn’t find any, but he was getting weird readings farther in. “Nothing to see here,” he called down. “If there even was anyone on this thing, or under it, there’s no one to dig out here. Better check further in.”
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Fizzle viewed what she did with Ophelia as a sort of… Cooperative project rather than true teaching. The woman was delightfully competent on top of pleasing to the eye, and that only helped the gnome form an attachment of sorts. She enjoyed the company, what could she say? Fizzle was a social creature, and having someone to chat with while working in the lab was nice. Especially when it was someone who understand the complexities of alchemy.

Healing potions, yes. But Fizzle had so, so much more than that. Granted, a good portion of the main pouch in her haversack was filled with the gleaming red vials that denoted healing potions, but there were others that filled the rest of the compartments: the viscous transparent of antitoxin, the gentle gray cloud of sleep, even the sickly green of acid so strong it would eat through metal and stone. She had the dirty orange color of the oxidizing agent taken directly from the antenna of a rust monster and even a vial of a strength enhancer that would give a man the strength of a bull with a mere sip amongst others. It just came down to the fact that you never knew exactly what you’d need, and it was best to just always be prepared.

“Just point me in the direction of whoever needs saving!” Fizzle gave the others around her a great big grin, sending a wink to her elven friend at the end before turning to the man in a trench coat holding a… A baby? Who’d bring a baby into this? That was even more reckless than she was, and that was saying something, now wasn’t it?! “I got a thing that’ll seek out living people. Sort of.”

When Arjay cast his magic, Fizzle was already searching through her haversack for something useful for finding any survivors. Still, she noticed very quickly when the elf was in pain. “Arjay?” She held a pink vial in her hand, not offering it to him, a look of uncertainty on her face.

As the green glow became visible, Fizzle looked from her friend to further into the area where the crash had occurred. The moment she knew that her friend was okay, the gnome would turn to begin searching for survivors in the wreckage further into the island like the doctor had said, working steadily inward, surprisingly orderly about the task, considering her chaotic nature.

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Raani had been busy of late, running between her father's temple, her mother's, and her own domain. Add in an attempt to become closer to the man who had given her half of her being, and it was no surprise that Raani showed up late to the party. Or as late as one could be and still not necessarily have to be there yet. It was an interesting state to be in, but the ruin called to her as a siren song.

She landed on the ground with a graceful arc, her toes settling impossibly lightly onto the debris. As her robes stilled, she took a good look around the others in the area, ignoring the beautiful symphony the destruction was playing just for her. Her eyes sharpened on the elf, reaching with her mind to check on him, and finding herself unable to cross the final distance.

The Snake knew that her brother might have been able to ease the man's pain, but as he was yet to be at her side, she was forced to rely on the small being that radiated power. "Goddess-blessed." She stated with intent. "Take the child, I would rather the Angel be free to move."

With a small thought, she turned to the Angel and his grown daughter. "I am the Goddess Raani. Daughter and humble servant of Lord Seth and Lady Adhira, and I will allow no harm to the child that bears the touch of my father's blessing. As it stands the Goddess-blessed is father to a being that has been touched by my mother's blessing and will be more than capable of caring for your daughter." She kept the elf in her peripherals even as she saw the Angel move to discuss with him about the child.

She sighed slightly. "Let us start towards the aura, perchance we shall find the meaning behind this destruction."

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Castiel was less than eager to trust anyone with his daughter. She was so small, and, despite her power, fragile. Certainly she slept for now, but what would she do were she to wake and find herself in the arms of a stranger? No. At first he did not even consider the possibility of passing his little bumble bee along to the arms of a stranger.

Until Raani introduced herself as the daughter of Seth, the kind death god with whom Sera was well and truly taken. The man had spoken of his difficulty with his children, and perhaps Cas should have been more cautious because of this- but it wasn't an unreasonable suggestion. As well, the man that she gestured towards was one of the men Cas knew as a friend of Dean's. From the trip he had gone on. When Cas had needed him. He was still- as the humans said- 'salty.'

Yet it did mean that Dean had some form of trust for this man, and that would have to be enough.

Castiel walked over, slowly, rhythmically, trying to prevent any sudden movements. "Do you mind holding her for me?" He asked the elf quietly, withdrawing his little bug from the wrap he had put her in. "Her name is Sera. Don't be alarmed if she tries to fly away."

Cas pressed a kiss to his daughter's head before handing her and the wrap to the elf.

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Ophelia moved inward with Fizzle, doing what she could to locate and then help the wounded.
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For a good walk, the search party only encountered more rubble, and the foundations of buildings surrounded by the strewn stone of their former walls. Eventually, though, they began coming across larger buildings that still had some semblance of shape to them. Most appeared to be houses, but all seemed to have been abandoned some time ago. Or, maybe, the lack of anything in them was just because it all got thrown out in the crash, it was pretty hard to tell. It was a good ten minute walk before they started to see real signs of... well, anything. In one of the streets, they found bodies.

All of the bodies were armored in sleek plate mail with heraldry that marked them on the same side. All of them held long lances, clutched tightly in their hands, and all of them were quite dead. From where they lay atop the rubble, though, they would have had to have fallen there after the island crashed, which was obviously... odd. Some distance away from them lay three birds, looking vaguely like horse-sized ostriches with much longer wingspans than the earth-born birds would have.
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Not too long after, maybe just a tid bit late. A terminator who thought of himself as a man named Marcus saw the rubble of buildings and foundations of buildings. Something he was used to in his world "Shit, home sweet rubble."

The terminator walked by several bodies with sleek plate mail and saw birds that were extremely unordinary and out of place.
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She had been walking…

Drip.

To her brother….

Drip.

He...he needed lunch…

Drip drip drip.

Elegant, work roughed yet meticulously manicured fingers twitched,the slow drips from the sky could not wash away the gore that covered that exposed delicate hand...or disguise the fact that hand had its mirrored twin attached to a generous portion of arm several feet away that was very clearly never going to move again.

‘Luck’ had been with her, in that she’d seen her death coming and reacted on pure instinct, diving for a doorway when the world fell on her, Belle had screamed, unable to hear her own voice when her arm was crushed, torn from her elbow, the archway she had sheltered under had served to protect her head and chest, saving her from instant death.
That was the only mercy.

If Belle was conscious she might have argued if it had been indeed a mercy.

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Justin knelt down by the first body, turning his medical scanner on, but knowing even before he confirmed it that the guy was dead. “Damn,” he said, frowning. That was… odd. “Definite damage from a fall,” he said, pulling the guy’s armor plates aside with some considerable effort, “But all of it’s post mortem. Cause of death…” He probed around, then found a deep wound right through a chink in the guy’s armor over his chest. “If I had to guess, I’d say the guy was killed by a lance like that, then… fell onto the island? Can’t tell if he landed before or after it was falling into here, though. I’d guess before.”

But wait… that wasn’t right. Justin frowned, looking down at his medical scanner, adjusting the sensitivity. “I’m getting a lot of interference, but… I’m only picking up one life sign. Something in this island is distorting it, but it’s… Holy shit, it’s straight down, someone’s pinned under the island and they’re still alive.” But how would they get there? Saving someone who was hurt was the natural action, but when they were trapped under a solid rock? “Shit. Start looking for a way down, there has to be a way to get under this thing,” he said, starting to haul rocks away from the crumbled ground they were walking on, looking for tunnels, cracks, anything.
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Belle, in the meantime, was looking up at a section of the island that had scraped itself along the ground of the Hub for a few miles, breaking a considerable amount of mass off of it until it had rested wedged onto the broken walls of the building she’d sought shelter inside. She could, miraculously, see, courtesy of glowing green crystals peeking out of the rocks some eight feet above her, and from a stronger glow coming from cracks in the rock. Not, of course, that this was doing her much good, pinned in as she was.
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Raani rolled her eyes with a sigh upon coming across death. Mortals so often shied away from it, looked at a dead body as though it meant nothing more could be done or learned from the being. Or alternatively, that the only options required desecration of the fallen. Cutting and pulling apart- She would consider it barbaric if she did not know that they still hadn't perfected a better method, and that for the time being the humans had learned to use it to some of her fullest potential.

It also reminded her again how few people believed her statements when she held her aura so tightly to herself. When she stopped the creeping sensation of cold that came with the homes of the dead- those who no longer cared for warmth- that few people could hear her introduction and believe her. As it was, she snorted slightly before twisting her hand and watching as the previously dead beings first turned to ash, before regrowing from the pile until they stood tall once more.

Pursing her lips at them, she made another waving motion, this time bare of the power she called on so readily. "Well? Ask what you will of them, Mortals. Angels. Goddess-Blessed." She added the final two as afterthoughts, remembering that she did not stand as the oldest in the area- rather that the angel with the young child had that distinction.

Her father had issues with gods- but Raani's issues with immortals were her own. They were the ones who ignored her realm, choosing never to accept their turn in the cycle.

She held particular annoyance for those like the goddess-blessed, who by all rights should have one day entered her domain, and yet...

She watched idly as the angel flew off to offer aid- stopping the hole that she had been making of rapidly eroding stone. "The Angels are plenty capable of flying through objects. So no digging required. It's a shame really, I get very little chance to play with ruination."

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There were no wounded. As prepared as Fizzle always was in the event of an emergency or event such as this, she was not prepared for everyone to be dead. She had known many a priest in her day, but she could not say whether even all of those priests working together could so much as raise half of these people. It was… Worrisome.

Fizzle knew that death wasn’t the end of everything. She had had the experience once, of dying and being resurrected. It was an odd experience, really, dying, being brought before the gods you spent your life worshipping, and being welcomed into their kingdom. Or one of their kingdoms. And then being brought back to life. Now, Fizzle hadn’t wanted to be ripped away from the Wonderhome, but to live was to learn, and Fizzle held little true regret. Still.. Seeing so much life snuffed out was certainly something.

The gnome left helping the living person (or thing, you never knew, Fizzle just hoped it wasn’t another Tarrasque) to those who could maybe do something for them (not her - solid rock wasn’t her thing!) and instead turned to watch the goddess destroy and then bring back the people who had died. That was something, now wasn’t it? No priest she’d ever met could do that! Ha! But if you really broke it down, people were just machines that lived, and machines could be taken apart, repaired, and rebuilt, so why not people? Not that Fizzle had any interested in that; leave that to the physicians and healers. She had potions to create! Still, with a firm nod to the goddess, Fizzle did as the woman bid, and turned to the maybe-not-dead-anymore people, “Sorry for what happened to ya… Um… Land. But could ya maybe tell us what happened to ya here?”

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