Time is ticking ( Please come, this is OPEN SO COME!)

(Umm… slightly weird question, but what type of deadly gases are they being exposed to?)

(Poison I'm guessing)

(Flamible gasses)

(Clara have gas masks)

(That's really OP of you)

( Poisonous gases.)

(That's really OP of you)

( Not really, everyone is supposed to have gas masks on them.)

(Okay)

(That's really OP of you)

( Not really, everyone is supposed to have gas masks on them.)

(She has one makeshift gas mask, then.)

(But like, what gases? Like is it chlorine gas, mustard gas, ect. ?)

( Clearing this up. Poisonous gases unless you want more gore like Wonder Women. Everyone was handed their own gas mask from birth. They are really strong, rare if one leaks.)

( MUSTARD GAS CUZ WHY NOT SOME GORE AND I AM WATCHING BLACK PANTHER AND GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY SO I CAN SEE INFINITY WARS TOMORROW SO GO AHEAD ON THE NEXT DISASTER!)

Emil giggled softly as he watched people scurrying around in preparation for the gas. He glanced down to his barb to check the time. 8:27. There were still 30 minutes until he would have to worry about the inhalation of mustard gas. His shoes hit the ground in a soft, rhythmic taps as he strolled back towards the Sky Tower, which had somehow made it through the earthquake. He casually stepped over the ragged body that accounted for one of the 70 thousand dead. The sight of gore did not really faze him. It would actually feel a bit strange if there had been no bodies left in the streets. He felt that way every morning due to the work of the "cleaners". A small shiver crawled up his spine as he recalled the pristine streets, clear of the bodies from the terrors of yesterday. The sight of that was somehow much more scary than the sight of bodies piled high. He quickly pushed the thought out of his head and trekked on, his eyes set on the tower.

Emil giggled softly as he watched people scurrying around in preparation for the gas. He glanced down to his barb to check the time. 8:27. There were still 30 minutes until he would have to worry about the inhalation of mustard gas. His shoes hit the ground in a soft, rhythmic taps as he strolled back towards the Sky Tower, which had somehow made it through the earthquake. He casually stepped over the ragged body that accounted for one of the 70 thousand dead. The sight of gore did not really faze him. It would actually feel a bit strange if there had been no bodies left in the streets. He felt that way every morning due to the work of the "cleaners". A small shiver crawled up his spine as he recalled the pristine streets, clear of the bodies from the terrors of yesterday. The sight of that was somehow much more scary than the sight of bodies piled high. He quickly pushed the thought out of his head and trekked on, his eyes set on the tower.

(We're not going to sky tower, we're going to an underground bunker.)

(But because mustard gas sinks to the ground and I would assume that they would close the doors to the Sky Tower, the best tactic not to die is to get to higher ground than the mustard gas so that it won't touch you're skin)

(We're somewhere in New York heading toward another Sky Tower to avoid mustard gases.

(Can I still join?
Name: Harley Fay
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Canadian
Sexuality: bisexual
Looks: auburn hair and hazel eyes. Tan
Clothing: leggings and a long shirt.
Personality: outgoing and kind but get on her bad side and it’ll be the last thing you you. Over protective of her friends.
Skills and Talents: skilled at cooking and sewing. Loves building things and can shoot a bow and arrow pretty well. She is also good at planning
Others: will develop further)

(Can I still join?
Name: Harley Fay
Age: 17
Ethnicity: Canadian
Sexuality: bisexual
Looks: auburn hair and hazel eyes. Tan
Clothing: leggings and a long shirt.
Personality: outgoing and kind but get on her bad side and it’ll be the last thing you you. Over protective of her friends.
Skills and Talents: skilled at cooking and sewing. Loves building things and can shoot a bow and arrow pretty well. She is also good at planning
Others: will develop further)

(Yep, come on in.)

Jemma flinched. "Canst thou not?"

Alex sighed and gave her friend an inhaler. "Not come on, we don't have much time before the gases hit." She explained and started walking a swift pace.

Harley looked at her surroundings she didn’t know what to do. She spotted two people walking and ran close to them , following them to where ever they were going

(back, had a DND game)
adam, during this entire situation is running across roof tops and keeping up with Alex and Jemma

Harley looked at her surroundings she didn’t know what to do. She spotted two people walking and ran close to them , following them to where ever they were going

(Is this Alex and Jemma?)

(Yes I have no clue how to join so this is my try)

( Oh ok.)
Alex heard footsteps behind her. It wasn't Adam for sure since he was on the rooftops. "Who are you?" She whirled around and saw a girl

Harley froze and lowered her scarf “I’m Harley Fay new to the area and I don’t know where to go so I started to follow you.” She said nervously “I’ll leave if it bugs you.”