SUITE
HEART

Smoke. The clouds of it were dark and dangerous, and it choked anyone that came close. The scent of it leaked into Suiteheart's room, and her heart was immediately seized with fear. The white feline picked her way quickly to her door before throwing it open. The smoke met her at once, and she could hear the fire raging, raging, raging not too far away from her.

Screaming filled her ears.

She was frozen as her mind was taken back to her home before this. The floating islands they lived on were collapsing. There was mass hysteria. Everything was coming apart at the seams. Her mind's eye rolled out the incident as easily as if it had happened yesterday. Loved ones were falling, being pulled down with the islands. She herded everyone she could to the staircase, but the damage was already done. Lives had been lost. Their home was destroyed.

She remembered reaching out for someone. They were clutching onto the edge of an island as everything crumbled around them. Suiteheart remembered each tear that rolled down their face. She could still see the absolute fear in their eyes and could still hear the terror in their voice. She had reached for them. White paws had moved too slow; the edge fell away, and so went the individual. After that, Suite watched as families and friends were swallowed up in the destruction. She could still hear their screams.

As these visions played out in her head, Griffin had slipped into a pseudo control. The former life of Suite's was projecting the end of her life for Suiteheart to view once more. Quite often, Griffin was silent, but now was different. This catastrophe was too similar to what had ended Griffin's life. The firestorm, the poor misunderstood girl, had caused the destruction of her village, her friends, her family. In an unfortunate power malfunction, Griffin had set her home ablaze, killing everything she had ever known. Griffin could still hear the screams too. And though she was dead, she claimed to still feel the flames lapping at her body.

The white feline shook her head as a headache assaulted her. Her vision was blurry as her eyes tried to come to terms with what she was seeing. Suiteheart's eyes could see the Observatory walls, but due to Griffin's rise, she was seeing another time and place. Two separate instances were overlapping. 'My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault,' Griffin's voice shouted in her mind. 'We have to save them, S... We have to save them, S. Please. Can't you hear them?'

"Diya? Cerasus? Margaery?" Suiteheart called in a voice different from her own. Her eyes were wild with panic as she finally moved from the threshold of her room. Her movements were unsteady as two individuals were fighting for control of the vessel. "Where are you?" She was coughing now. Phantom images passed through her gaze, and she kept moving after them when there was nothing there. "Cooper?" He must still be in his room. He was probably too sick to escape.

A flurry of different names left her lips, almost to the point where she was calling off every member of the Ascendants. She could faintly scent Bastille, Ada, and Rinny through the tang of the smoke. She could see Aaliyah, Roy, and Atreus. She watched as Lessa tried to move Shininglight. She watched as Versailles moved Sombra. But Suiteheart moved deeper into the smoke, determined to find her family and friends and rescue them.

Griffin. Suiteheart. They had to save their people at least once.

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Being the species he was, Alex had the ability to sniff things out from a good distance away, which meant that smoke came before the sirens did. That was enough to get his ass up and moving with a good dose of anxiety already biting at his heels.

The sirens themselves, however, were what really set him off. They were loud, piercing sounds and were the harbinger of chaos without a doubt. Everyone was screaming, demanding, ordering and somehow that mix of aggression was louder than the thing that was supposed to be violently loud. The wolf pup grit his teeth, whining and pawing at his ears. He felt his heart would burst with how fast it was going, just completely give out or something. It was rushing in his ears, which did nothing to help literally everything else.

Alex stumbled down the halls from his room, legs shaking so violently that it impeded his ability to walk and destroyed any possibility to run. He coughed, the smell of smoke was disgusting and invasive. If he didn't die of smoke inhalation, the fire would finish the job. His eyes watered, but he wasn't sure if it was from the smoke or if he was just crying from fear. Both, maybe?

"Live or die, live or die, live or die-"

He wasn't moving any faster, and felt his entire body shut down. He was going to vomit. He was too young to die, but...he couldn't bring himself to move. Everything hurt. He was useless, a liability. He took a deep breath, which wasn't a good idea as he soon found out after inhaling another gust of smoke.

[color=white]"You're not useless. You're not alone anymore."

One more push and his emotions completely shut off. He was still shaking real bad, but all concern for his own wellbeing had been pushed down within himself. He stared back into the smoke, like staring down an enemy much bigger than himself. A monster. He could have sworn it growled at him, or maybe it was just the fire.

"Suiteheart!" Everyone else was fine, supported, or backed up the rear. Suite was going back in, he...he couldn't just run and let her be alone in this pillar of smoke and death. He pushed himself back into the dark grey cloud, hacking up a lung and almost headbutting her side when his vision was impaired.

"I'm not scared, i'm not scared, i'm not scared."

Fire. Something Thea herself had never dealt with, and didn't know. But it didn't take much besides getting close enough to feel the fur on her body singeing to come to the realization this was something she should keep away from, as the young Arabian leopard tried to navigate through the maze of flames that had been created.

She had been late to making it out, mostly due to the fact she was unused to the layout of the Observatory, and that had led her to a few dead ends, and costing Thea valuable time as she tried to backtrack, only to find the paths she was familiar with cut off, leading to more confusion and frustration for the guardian.

The sirens, if anything, made it even more disorienting, hard to focus, and Thea stumbled, not used to this feeling of helplessness. She hated it. Hated it so much. Patches of burned fur and skin could be seen, and the Fireball could feel her lungs fill with smoke, slowly but surely preventing her from breathing what little clean air was left. "Guys? Guys!"

She pushed on, fire occaisonally licking her paws and legs as it crept too close, and she was quick to jump back, with the feeling of burned skin keeping her going.