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Send a symbol to see my Muse react to the Weather. (super late, oops)
Wading through the dirty brown water as fast as he could, Genos kept his eyes peeled for any people that might be in trouble. He had expected heavy rain, yes, but a flash flood? It was something he had learned about, but never experienced.
People around him were wandering around aimlessly, confused and scared and waist high in murky water. Some had made makeshift boats to keep afloat, but many were simply clinging onto anything they could, such a tree branches or planks of wood.
“Does anyone need help?” he called out, still trudging his way through the flood.
Somewhere, likely in a storm drain, rests the tattered remains of an umbrella. One purchased at 8:34 am this morning, half an hour after an incorrect weather broadcast. Ken'ya, dwelling upon the $6.74 out of his budget that he wouldn’t be reimbursed, slunk into his boat.
Well… not quite his boat, just one that had rammed him and nearly dragged him underwater. Boarding it was only a preventative measure to ensure that nobody else would suffer the same fate. And, to be fair, it was working. Despite the boat’s single oar and the steadily increasing pull, Ken'ya was managing to dodge the multitude of civilians in his path.
However, cars aren’t as easily avoidable as people. With almost as beautiful of a thud as the sports car Ken’ya managed to plow into, Ken'ya plummeted beneath.











