[As you enter the building on the first floor, you can see that the building is arrainged with hallways in an I shape. One streetside corner is pretty well wrecked, and a bunch of doors are open with poeple peeking out.] [They don't appear to be going anywhere at the moment, though; they're mostly just milling about, wondering what's going on.] * Christian stares a little bit at that, "Shit." He then waves 'em out. "Yo, people! We gotta move outta here. *Fast*." He waves them out towards the door. [The people stare at him blankly. One old lady yells out "Who the hell are you supposed to be?!"] * Christian stares at the lady for a moment. "I'm the guy who's trying to get you the fuck out of a collapsing building, that's what. So come on, let's *move*." [She blinks. "Oh." A beat. "Well, that's very nice of you." And people start streaming for the door.] * Christian yells to the people passing by. "Is there anyone trapped up there that needs help y'know of?" [Another old lady pokes her head out of the door. "It's a Sunday, so there's gonna be lots of people home..." As she makes her way outside, an old man comes outside. "Are you some kinda superhero or something?"] * Christian sighs. "Yeah. Shockwave's the name. Now get goin'. They can only hold it so long outside." ["Please, you have to help me then! I can't leave her behind, but she won't fit through the door!"] * Christian looks at the old man for a moment, then shakes his head. "Who?" [The man waves him inside, and retreats into his apartment.] * Christian heads on in the apartment at a more normal pace. Knocking aside the retreating dwellers seems like it'd be rather counterproductive. [Inside the apartment, you see the man trying to push a piano towards the door. "Please, just knock out the wall! I can get it outside!"] * Christian shakes his head and mutters. "Oh for the love of..." He cracks his knuckles. "Outer wall, okay pops? I ain't riskin' this building any more than I have to. An' I ain't riskin' the people runnin' out in the halls..." * Christian sighs and tries to find the right spot, muttering to himself. "I sure as hell better be able to control this..." He does a controlled blast with his fist to do just enough damage to get the piano out but not extend beyond that, once he finds the most secure spot. [Success! Christian, being unusually perceptive, realizes he's by the back of the building, against the outside wall that would open into an alleyway. He punches a hole in the building just large enough to get a piano through, much to the old man's delight! "Thank you! That Wild Bill guy called you a worthless punk, but you're allright by me!"] * Christian sighs. "Wild Bill says a helluva lotta things. Now I've gotta make sure other people get out okay. You take care, old man." * Christian goes running through the rest of the hallways and checking rooms as he goes and heads for the stairs. [The old man thanks you again! You head upstairs, running into more confused people milling about, and direct them to make their way downstairs and outside.] * Christian does do that and gets brackets to do so. He's that awesome. * Christian also directs people out the hole as well. It's faster. [Over the course of a few minutes, Christian manages to clear out the second and third floors, and makes his way up to the fourth floor.] * Christian checks over the fourth floor, listening for people as he checks for closed doors, fallen rubble, etc. [The fourth floor seems to be in okay shape, and with some vigorous running, knocking, and notifying, Christian makes steady progress on getting people the hell outta there.] ( Pose if you want, but don't go upstairs for a sec. ) * Christian rushes people down the stairs, offering assistance to the young and the elderly as needed. That's what a speedster/jumpster's for, yo. [As Christian approaches the stairs between the fourth and fifth floors, the building jerks violently, and the stairs suddenly collapse under his feet!] [He grabs for the edge, but can't quite get a a hold, and falls down with the debris to the second floor. Fortunately, he's deft enough to land relatively cleanly, even amidst the rubble, but gets pummeled by the falling debris.] * Christian curses slightly and looks up the fallen floor, then brushes himself off. "Fuckin' hell..." He starts getting a clip of speed and bounding his way up the stairwell again to get back up top. No time. [The stairwell between the fourth and fifth floors is pretty well wrecked. Christian, being the leapy guy he is, can make it, but carrying someone while doing so is gonna be tough. And no way anyone else is making that jump.] * Christian lands on the fifth floor ledge and looks down the stairwell from a crouch, giving a "tsh" sound under his breath. He calls out to the hallway. "Alright people. Our way off is blocked, so we gotta make our way to the roof. Make sure the way is steady as you go. Ain't havin' no one else gettin' hurt." * Christian calls out over the comms. "Mizuki. Horus. Either of you gonna be free? I might need ya if I can't work fast enough." * Christian comms again. "Fuckin' stairs collapsed. I'm gonna lead 'em to the top an' try ta get 'em out that way, but if the buildin' starts swayin', gonna need someone ta make sure they stay on." [Horus comms back. "Kinda... busy here." Redcoat comms as well. "Damn, and I was going to ask if you were going to be free soon, Christian."] * Christian goes back to running the rest of the people to the roof, helping people who need help and scouting the stairs ahead to make sure they're stable. [Christian runs quickly through the fifth and sixth floors, directing people up to the roof. This takes a little more convincing than the 'run for the door' plan, but once a few people see what remains of the stairs on the fifth floor, herd mentality quickly takes over.] * Christian shuttles people up, rushing ahead of the crowds to check the stairs and make sure they're stable. [The upstairs seems to be in fairly good shape, and the slight angle the upper floors are tilted at slowly evens out as Christian punches out the door to the roof before heading back down to the seventh floor.] * Christian searches the 7th floor, rushing people who need help rushing. Fortunately he's been pacing it so he's not really winded, but he is sweating a bit. [Christian continues hurrying people upstairs, quickly clearing out the seventh floor.] * Christian makes his way to the 8th floor, after comming Horus in the main channel once she commed him. Yay convenience. * Christian comes to a stop with the cries of "Gas leak" and comms the main group. He seems irritated. * Christian pulls aside one of the civilians. Maybe a bit forcefully. "Make sure everyone on the other floors get up to the roof. The guys on the outside'll take it from there. I gotta keep this building safe." * Christian starts jetting full speed towards the basement without waiting for a reply, skidding down the wall on the 6th to 5th drop. No time, no time. [Horus comms. "Shockwave, babies ninth floor!"] * Christian curses, accidently into the comms. Good thing the babies ain't around to hear that. He rushes back to the 9th floor. He's visibily panting now. [Christian blurs up to the ninth floor. Most of the people are already on their way up to the roof, but a couple of stragglers direct Christian to the apartment at the end of the hallway, which has some torn police-type tape over the door.] Oh just fuckin' *perfect*. * Christian busts into the room and peers around. [Inside the room... are two extremely frightened looking black bear cubs. And several water bowls. And some meat. And what look like some vigorously chewed chew toys.] * Christian stares at that. Fuckin' *what*? [The bears stare back at Christian, and tilt their heads at him.] * Christian comms a quick reply and then sighs. "Alright. Come on, little guys. Ain't gonna hurt ya." [The two cubs look at each other for a moment, then pad slowly over to Christian.] * Christian goes to pick them up gently, slowly too, especially for him. So as not to frighten them. Hopefully Horus's aura is helping. [The two bears allow themselves to be picked up. Once licks Christian's face.] * Christian hauls them up on his shoulders and sighs. He makes his way to the roof, shuttling people along. Redcoat *better* be on it with this.