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Charlie hated to admit it but the villian was right in this case. Sadly permission was not a good idea when the building was collapsing. Apologizing he grabbed the guy he first offered it to and telported him out anyways. It looked like villian was too. Not that he was complaining but why was she saving them? He popped in right near a guy an a girl. (Zach & Ameryth). "Close your eyes now!" He said with urgency. Hoping they did as the building was almost completely broken, he grabbed them both and teleported out where the others were. Have teleported two extra people at once, a first for him drained him past reserves and he ended up passing out shortly upon arrival fro exhaustion. Hopfully everyone had shut their eyes he was use to teleporting but it had to be nauseating to others.

Ooc: Charlie had already got Amity out but either way works Charlie can get the rest of the main cast. Also someone catch Charlie XP.

They ran through the crowd attempting to find a way out to no avail. "Uh yeah, I am..." Zach said nervously half from someone now knowing his power and the fact things where pure chaos right now. He didn't have much time as one of their classmates, a new kid appeared in front of them urging them to shut their eyes. not needing to be told twice he did so and suddenly they were safe. the kid who saved him had pushed himself to far and had passed out. Zach caught him in time and laid him down as emergency services were finally here.

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Her brow immediately rose to imply her expression with his hand over her mouth. He wasn’t the one who got electrocuted, so she didn’t see why he was complaining. When people were in pain, it wasn’t uncommon to scream, so it couldn’t be helped, though most couldn’t shake a building’s foundations. He was lucky not to be deaf. If her mouth weren’t covered, her response would’ve been that she, as a matter of fact, did not want to die, but that would’ve been so obvious that it would almost hurt.

He was right to think it would draw attention, but the villainess seemed to be more interested in the other woman, so it seemed they would be fine—not. It didn’t change the fact that the museum was going to collapse, aside from the fact that the halls were now dark and burning, and the odds of dying were even higher than when she opened her mouth.

In a surprising twist of fate, the villainess rescued them. It happened all too suddenly, a flash of lightning and she had fallen over the guy wise enough to cover her mouth. It wasn’t the awkwardly romantic way either, just plain uncomfortable for her, seeing as her head hadn’t miraculously landed on his sternum, but instead on his clavicles, which were unsurprisingly bony and unpleasant to hit her head on. With no time for some mutual gazing, she saved him the trouble of asking her to get off, and lifted herself off him, making sure to push up from the concrete instead of the unfortunate fellow who had the weight of an adolescent female on him.

While she was curious why they were rescued, she didn’t bother to complain, though she did realize one of the other girls were totally impaled by the genius—or more accurately, the goddamn idiot—who thought it was sooo clever to flail a spear around like it would save the day.

Jillian had been focused on getting students out. She did see that some of the students who where supers as well try and fight back or simply help out. Unfourtuntly the building was collapsing. She got who she could out but unfourtuntly that left her trapped and there was no time unfourtuntly to het anyone else out. She spied a broken window, she looked and saw anyone left was in a panic so she squatted down and turned into a small bird. She immediately flew up and carefully out of the building. As tempting as it was to keep flying she located a private place to land and change back. She ran over to the students closest to her. One of the boys she had seen trying to get people out was unconscious and another girl was literally stabbed. "Be careful and don't move too much the paramedics can help" Jillian said rushing over to her prehaps she could help till the paramedics could get to them.

Jillian was taken aback by the refusal of paramedics. Instead the girl, Lori if she recalled from class, was determined to pull out herself. Her gut told her to go with it. "I can get it out fast but it do more damage but it hurt for less time. Or I can do it careful for less damage bit it hurt longer." She said. If the girl chose fast she grab the spear hand count to 3, pulling hard with 3. Slow she would be careful but quick avoiding any diriction but straight out. Either way the bloody spear was out and Jillian hoped to god her gut was right and she didn't murder a student.

All of that went horribly, horribly wrong. One moment he was trying to look through the cloud of smoke that filled within the museum, the next he was staring into the sky, thankful that he was able to do so once more. Most students were already on their phones, most likely alerting their loved ones of their well being. Others of course might have been updating their social media, whatever helps them cope, really. No real casualties presented themselves except for the gruesome sight of a hole within a girl's torso. To make matters worse, his eyes narrowed down to the spear by the girl's side. So that's where that went.. Looks like he did more harm than good, though something was off. A wound like that wasn't something to mess around with and at best, the girl kept up a good fight against the pain. The slightest bit of speculation went into assuming that she was a super as well, with an ability very powerful in it's own unique way. That or she was probably just very lucky. Thomas didn't think he could cope with a death like that on his conscious.

His decision, though probably not the best in retrospect felt right but off at the same time. Something about being in the moment, how focused he felt was unlike any sort of adrenaline he's ever experienced before. If only he had gotten off a better shot or at least had the chance to. His eyes wandered to Regina, not so much as glaring but more so studying. She was one too, same with the other student who was bouncing back and forth from place to place. A teleporter, he was sure of it. That experience brought out a lot in the young teenagers, in more ways than one. For better or worse, he just wasn't sure. Thomas awkwardly waved towards the girl he had indirectly impaled with the spear, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry' and quickly turning away. How does one go about apologizing for something like that, usually they don't even get the chance to.

"I'm fine, yeah. Good, you?" He said hastily, stammering over his words. He felt anxious and uncomfortable, like many of his fellow classmates he was just ready to go home.

As more of a loner, the adolescent found herself stroking her shoulder and gazing at the road, having heard the sirens and awaiting the arrival of paramedics and police to come any minute. It had all happened so suddenly, and amidst the panic, law enforcement had arrived at the southern entrance, where the call came from, which just so happened to be on the other side of the museum. If they ever planned on entering to look for them, that notion must have vanished the instant they realized the museum was in collapse, and any second it would fall.

Unexpectedly, someone did happen to check up on her, and though they had implied a budding friendship earlier, she hadn’t expected him to see him again, and even still, she doubted he would pay her much mind once the whole fiasco was over and done with. When she heard his voice, she turned his direction and lowered her right hand. “I’m fine,” she lied, though she realized how obvious it was that she was lying. While she didn’t admit she lied, her words would suggest the opposite of her claim. “I should be the sorry one. I feel like a wuss, screaming at the first sign of pain. I admit it stung, but it can’t be half as bad as my little scream. You were right to cover my mouth, and I’m honestly surprised you aren’t, you know, deaf. You’re in one piece, though—I’m glad.” For a moment, she looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact for a few moments before gazing back up at him. It wasn’t often that she apologized, let alone did it so willingly, but even she had to admit it would’ve been for the best if she had just kept her mouth shut. He was okay, along with the rest, but the museum was due to fall, and that was mostly her doing. It was then that she realized that she hadn’t even asked him how he was faring. “What about you? How are you holding up?” she asked, lightly scratching her neck. All the while, she was oblivious to everything else going on around them.