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Murasaki | Nice | 063
Dec. 3rd, 2014 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
secondplaced[It was almost possible to forget about the whole explosion with everything else that was going on. It was crazy, like a train going off the tracks, and it wasn't like they had time to stop and smell the roses.
But they have time now, time to lick their wounds and decide what to do next, and time to look at the remains of Cafe Nowhere.
And they really are just remains. It's a shell of a building, hardly anything left, blackened and unrecognizable.
Murasaki's boots crunch through the wreckage, and his expression is tight and unhappy--this was, in a way, part of their home, and now it's gone...but in proper Murasaki fashion he has to immediately glance over to Nice to see how he's taking this. It was one thing to know it happened. It's another entirely to see the aftermath like this.]
But they have time now, time to lick their wounds and decide what to do next, and time to look at the remains of Cafe Nowhere.
And they really are just remains. It's a shell of a building, hardly anything left, blackened and unrecognizable.
Murasaki's boots crunch through the wreckage, and his expression is tight and unhappy--this was, in a way, part of their home, and now it's gone...but in proper Murasaki fashion he has to immediately glance over to Nice to see how he's taking this. It was one thing to know it happened. It's another entirely to see the aftermath like this.]
