Chairs tipped, bottles and glasses shattered on the ground it was chaos.
People screamed when the hanging lights dashed each other out, spilling glass like projectile rain all over the bar.
Hhhhh Who Wants a Trickster Demon Ship? (1x1)
Aidan ducked, covering his head with his arms and shaking a little. He didn't make a sound as he ducked under the bar to shield himself from the falling glass.
In the chaos, it seemed as if the mischievous, counting-looking boy fiery red hair, it's simply disappeared amongst the crowd. He chuckled, floating over to the boy with the pale hair, grabbed his wrist, he doubted the boy can see him, in such a spectral form, that the boy would know what was happening. But he pulled him out of the chaos of the bar, into the empty street
Aidan stumbled, but let himself be dragged along, into the street. Everything was still shaking, still quaking, and he shook his head a little, bracing his legs and trying to retain his balance.
(bump?)
Crap I'm here
Gerith floated behind him, materialistic. He looked around, listening as people flooded outside.
*Definitely an earthquake * He thought, going back in to help others out
Aidan took a deep breath, looking around carefully. What's going on? He wondered thoughtfully. Other than earthquake. We don't get earthquakes here.