Feori had stopped when Mia grabbed his arm, and he had listened to her words. Perhaps all this had been an accident though? If he could just speak with Edryd everything would become clearer, wouldn't it. When she had released him, Feori turned around immediately. He had suddenly remembered the mirror, he had dropped it earlier, but Edryd had said they could use it to communicate with one another. Halfway to where the mirror was, Feori shivered almost violently. It was an odd feeling, one he didn't understand right away.

He plucked the mirror up and stared. That shiver, it must have been Edryd calling his name. His soul had felt it. No one could escape their true name. Feori stared at the mirror for a few moments before moving further into the room. Far away from the others and with his back to them all as he stood in a semi-secluded corner. "Edryd." He spoke the word softly, but firmly. Seriousness laced his tone when he spoke that one word and as everything in the mirror came into focus, Feori's features were set hard.

He did not look as confused as he felt, and his brows were furrowed as he slightly scowled. "Did you mean for so many innocents to perish?" It was a simple question and one Feori needed an answer too. He held to the hope that perhaps Edryd had not realized so much innocence would be lost. Feori certainly had not realized that so much innocence still existed in this city and now it was gone and it still pained his heart and soul.

Maldue frowned slightly then moved to peer out at the city. He angled the mirror to make sure it remained pointed at his contemplative feature. "I can't in truth say what I meant, because I don't know. I don't think I meant it to happen ... " But he had found such glee in hearing the screams of the city! A part of him hated it while the other reveled in the revenge he wrought.

((Sorry for it being short, and hopefully I'll post something for Ada soon.))

As the building began to crumble, Vivian watched for Ziya to appear at the door. A light caught her eye causing her to glance upward. It was Ziya, undoubtedly. Those bright wings, they were the same ones she'd seen in her brothers apartment. She reached for her minicam just as Ziya's wings crumbled away and the woman fell to the ground.

Vivian left the cam in her bag and wrapped her fingers around her flashlight instead. She clicked it on and pointed it in the direction she believed Ziya to be in as she hurried to the woman's side, cautiously, unsure of what to expect or really believe of her yet. She pointed the light at Ziya's face. Normally she wouldn't have done so, but her parents had warned her of Ziya's kind. They were dangerous, not to be trusted, and besides, Vivian's job was to report the wrongdoings of Ziya's kind... She wasn't just about to let her guard down and have the woman devour her soul or something really unpleasant.

"Ziya..." she said quietly and then waited as her heart rate picked up. She was imagining the woman suddenly sitting up with demon red eyes and large fangs and biting her head off. What would happen? Maybe nothing. Maybe Vivian would need to find this "unicorn" woman to help Ziya instead. Vivian was almost sure she wouldn't move any closer to Ziya than this, the few feet away she was standing.

Ziya Itzallen

Ziya didn't stir for a moment, each breath noticably painful as her delicate features twitched in reaction. She had cracked a rib.... thankfully she healed faster then humans so it would only be an injury for a few hours but knowing the magic she felt before the disaster she may not have that long. She heard vivian's voice but it sounded so far away, so distant. Was a news cast playing? No, there was no electricity she reminded herself as her eyes opened ever so slowly and she forced herself to look up. She closed them in reaction to the bright light, taking in slow deep breaths again.

"Vi.....Vivian......something with....bad magic....coming.....maybe.....go already. Stay safe." She scolded the other woman softly, her tongue touching her ruby lips a moment as she realized a little bit of blood had escaped as she spoke. She took deep breaths again, her breathing slowing a moment as she focused on her halberd to give her string. She used one arm to half push up only to lay down again with a whimper at the pain in her ribs. She closed her eyes, okay... just a moment longer..... just a few more scrapes and basic healing time and maybe she could get up. Just a minutes rest....