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action; dec. 6th

[mathemagier]

[He's working on his laptop with the television playing in the background while trying not to worry about what Newton's up to in the kitchen when the emergency broadcast airs. It effectively announces itself with the sound of gunfire, and Hermann freezes, glancing up from his work to find utter chaos on display.

Wanton violence, gunmen shooting down imPorts in a section of Heropa, and it's horrifying. He wants to shut it off immediately, but finds himself trapped by an obligation to watch it play out while his heart pounds and sickness twists in his stomach]

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Hermann isn't really the action movie type, so the sound of gunfire alone catches Newt's attention, but then there's that ill feeling that makes Newt step back from the stove, turn it off, and lean heavily against a counter. He's reminded of Sir Alec Guinness and a destroyed planet, and Newt hopes to everything it's not as bad as he fears.

...it's not the kaiju, at least, he discovers when he returns to the living room and lays a hand on Hermann's shoulder, sinking down on the sofa beside him. It's impossible not to watch, to wait and see if any faces are familiar ones, if their people (they have people now, and that's frightening because Newt, at least, had lacked some sense of attachment through the better part of the war--but now those are their coworkers, their comrades, their friends...! Is this what it had been like to be part of the Jaeger crews?)

Every manner of swear manifests in his mind.

His hand moves from Hermann's shoulder to the back of his neck, absently stroking the short hairs of his undercut.]

[mathemagier]

[Hermann leans into Newton, desperately grateful for his reassuring presence. He was safe- safe, unlike the people being shot and killed in a strange haze of confusion. Some were fighting back, others were acting strangely, and the voice-over clearly had no idea what was going on either]

Oh god.

[He clutches Newton's leg as the feed pans over Manolo crouched against a car, bleeding and clutching his abdomen, and looking ready to pass out at any given moment.]