Event Finished Gone

It was a blessing (although not terribly surprising) that the police department had several members capable of creating barriers. They'd set up a base on the top floor of the police department, and then they'd sat tight until the wave had hit. The entire city was swamped, and plenty of it was damaged, but the wave had passed. It was, as far as anyone could tell, just the one. It just made the whole thing more suspicious and alarming, because tsunami's more often came in groups, the same way an earthquake normally had aftershocks or repeats.

Angelo didn't see it pass, of course. But he felt it - could feel the sudden sense of wrongness, the sheer amount of people who hadn't evacuated, who had died when the wave hit. It was overwhelming, and he'd vomited in a corner, his head aching. He would have a lot of work to do, both helping the dead pass on, and helping the living to not.

They'd split up into little groups, grabbed what they could, and then they'd headed out into the city. Angelo had slung a heavy pack of emergency supplies over his back, and gone gone wading into it properly. The water was waist deep and still slowly draining, with reports increasingly coming in of things going wrong elsewhere in the city.

He could feel them all around him, spirits lingering above battered and broken bodies. Most of the time he couldn't even see them, but he could feel the presence of a soul, lingering in the water. They weren't trying to stay - their deaths had simply been too sudden and violent for them to move on to whatever there was that came next.

He simply had to reach down, touching them gently and helping them move on. The majority slipped away with only the slightest touch, while some lingered a bit more. If the other cops that were near him noticed anything, none of them seemed willing to say anything.

It was the humans that were an issue. How was he supposed to find them? He had no magic senses that would tell him where the survivors were, only the dead - which meant he was going to have to do things manually.

"Anyone out there?" He called, raising his voice to try and be heard.

There was no reply to his call from an injured party - but a familiar enough voice rang out, and Angelo headed towards it. He wasn't familiar enough with the person to know their name or anything, but he'd seen him around the office. Angelo didn't really work homicide - if he did, it was because he'd been called to the case unaware. He was no detective, just a cop, and he liked it that way.

In the end, he supposed it didn't matter - they'd all be seeing a lot of homicide if the rumors were true, and the entire wave was really magical in nature.

He scrambled over a ruined car, spotting both the detective and what looked like a young girl at a distance and heading towards them.

"Anyone else in the area?" Beyond the dead - he could still feel them there. There were more than he'd ever felt before, but he couldn't get even a vague idea of an actual body count. Even one was too many. The water was a bit shallower there, and there was still the seemingly endless insistent tug around his ankles, the water slowly washing back out to the ocean, running downhill as it went.

He pulled his backpack off, setting it on top of a car to keep it out of the water, and started to dig for medical supplies.

"I've got some antiseptic and bandages - that said, you'll want to keep that out of the water if you can. Were you here the whole time? Who were you with?" He glanced over his shoulder, watching the girl as he asked.

So she'd been alone when the wave hit. Angelo wasn't sure what to make of that. It was possible she'd been in danger, and been saved by her powers, but it was equally likely she'd simply been saved by random chance. Tsunamis, much like hurricanes, didn't wash away everything - they simply washed away most things.

The other cop had gone quiet, so Angelo pulled himself up onto the roof with one seamless motion, moving over to crouch beside the girl. It was strange to realize, but he simply wasn't tired. He'd trudged through water, passed all kinds of debris, and yet he was no more winded than if he'd walked up the stairs to his apartment. It was hard for him not to draw the connection between the number of souls he'd already sent off, and his clear lack of exhaustion.

He looked over her upturned hands, considering them carefully. He had plenty of scars (including several on his face), and could be considered a bit of an expert on the subject. "Maybe. The biggest trick with scars is that a lot of things that would scar won't really show up if you're careful when they're healing, and a lot of things that wouldn't leave scars will if you pick at them. You'll need to be careful, and try not to bother them." Ideally she'd even get proper medical care, but he somehow doubted that some scrapes on a girl's hands were going to get more than a quick glance. Simply put, the hospital had better things to do.

"We need to get you down though. The waters still a bit deep, but it's slowly lowering." Of course, to him it simply meant he'd probably be passing her down to the other officer on the ground. He gave her a quick, reassuring smile, glancing over the edge of the roof down towards the detective.

"Would probably be safer if you were helped down." The roof wasn't exactly the most stable thing. The last thing he wanted was for her to drop off the edge and have it collapse under her. At least if the roof went down with him lifting her, he'd be able to shield her from the worst of the blow.

"You sure you don't want help with your hands first though?" He wasn't a medic, but he knew basic first aid. He wasn't going to be able to do anything big, but something as basic as bandaging up injured hands? He could do that. He'd dealt with much worse back in the day, often on himself. He'd had to deal with plenty of his own injuries to keep the blood loss to a minimum, only getting proper medical treatment once he was back at home.