#plot drop 23.

“Fancy seeing you here.” In any other circumstance, he’d be grinning at the chance of seeing Jonah again. It’d been too long since he’d last bothered him, but now certainly wasn’t the time to pick up where they’d last left off. Kneeling beside the fallen hunter, Lucian offered a hand as he looked him over. This wasn’t like the last time something like this had happened, last Halloween. As traumatic as that whole event had been, it’d made him realize he needed to devote more time to healing magic. He wasn’t going to feel helpless this time, he wanted the fuck out of the situation, but he knew he could do some good before he bolted to find family and friends. @jonahrhodes

“Ozzie!” She didn’t really think about grabbing him, she’d just spotted him amongst the flock of people and had practically clung to his side to pull him away enough so she could assess him. That’s what she had to do here, that’s what she had the capacity to do this time. It’s what Mia would be doing, it’s what Mia was probably doing, helping as many people as she could. With wide eyes she stepped back, her hands on his upper arms as she looked him up and down. “You’re okay?” @blccksheep

“Hey!” Navigating as carefully as possible, Ruby looked to her left to see someone crouched by a pile of debris looking more than a little worse for wear. The back of his coat was borderline charred, leaving reddened skin looking raw and immediately her first thought was to haul him closer to where rain was pouring into the ceiling, to use the water to help heal him. She could do more with the element than without and it certainly looked like this guy needed a lot of help. Approaching carefully, the hand of her unburnt left arm raised a little, she stopped a few feet away from him. “Can I help you?” The question was hesitant but soft and her teeth bit at her lower lip as she tore her eyes from the figure to the chaos around them. The balcony wasn’t going to hold forever, her own burns still throbbed and she needed to find Ramsey and Mia, but she couldn’t just leave someone here. @jack--davenport

There was nothing quite as sobering as the sound of chandeliers worth thousands of dollars crashing from the ceiling. In a morbid way, it was almost relieving that something had finally happened, he could focus on finding family and getting the hell out now instead of just waiting for the other shoe to drop. That didn’t mean panic wasn’t tight in his chest as the whole room erupted into chaos. Glass and people were everywhere, scattered and shouting, window were being blown out but his focus was finding-