Steal from the rich and give to the poor. We're the poor.

Almost as soon as he heard glass crashing, and someone call out from the mall's second floor, Tanau grew his bright orange wings and flew straight through the broken window. There was no one there to guard everything, so why not take the chance to go looting?

He stopped at a games shop. He shrunk his his small finger before inserting it into the padlock, letting it mold its shape to fit inside the lock as if it was an actual key. Then, all he had to do was turn it, and the store was wide open. he then started to take various pc games from the shelf, stuffing them into an empty backpack fe'd found earlier.

An Nam Il

Actually doing something for once! Nam Il would have cheered a bit if it weren't for the fact that he was also quite a bit nervous, especially when the gun shots went off. Luckily, it was only Gen doing their thing and there was nobody around to get hit. It was probably just the aura which was making him a bit edgy. Hopefully, he'd get used to it soon enough. It was just plain awful to feel afraid of a friend.

As for the other people around, well. Nam Il wasn't too familiar with them but Gen would probably keep him safe. They seemed like a responsible person, always getting things done, always so confident. It was really admirable, actually. But since he wasn't like that at all, he stuck right by Gen. It seemed like they were okay with it.

While Gen raided the displays in the jewelry shop, Nam Il snuck into the back, looking for a safe. It was under a desk in the employee area, nailed to the ground. The dial on it looked like a simple enough device to crack. He bit his lip, stuck his ear to the metal, and gave it a try.

@Poppy @Emy

Rhys wound around Genevieve (and their aha, very nice scary guns), as slippery as ever, snatching and putting a gaudy necklace overloaded with diamonds around his neck. He skipped back a bit, then found a mirror to eye himself up, preening. He was liking this look, a bit high on the whole situation, and definitely embracing being rather obnoxious with it.

He swallowed down an uncomfortable giggle. He was going to die here, wasn't he? Tonight was finally the night! Natural disasters were fucking terrifying, and here he was, looting. Might as well go out in style, like some kind of swanky peacock. That was how he lived his life, and that was how he would end it.

Ah, Rhysie, don't get too sick to your stomach just yet. Save it for later, he told himself. It wasn't that convincing.

He saw Gen's sidekick heading for the back of the store. Curious, Rhys followed along, not making a sound, feeling a little relief from Gen's shitty energy (which gave him all sorts of shivers, gross- he was usually kinda into that, but it added to him feeling so neurotic, and he was currently trying to keep it together).

Safe cracking, huh? Classic. He was tempted to swoop in, move the kid aside, show him how it was done- but instead, he was going to see if there was potential here, and how much. Wasn't familiar with baby lackey yet, but that amusing description on its own made him want to be. So he stood still, continuing to stay completely silent, and watched.

@Poppy @Emy

Rhys wound around Genevieve (and their aha, very nice scary guns), as slippery as ever, snatching and putting a gaudy necklace overloaded with diamonds around his neck. He skipped back a bit, then found a mirror to eye himself up, preening. He was liking this look, a bit high on the whole situation, and definitely embracing being rather obnoxious with it.

He swallowed down a nervous giggle. He was going to die here, wasn't he? Tonight was finally the night! Natural disasters were fucking terrifying, and here he was, looting. Might as well go out in style, like some kind of swanky peacock. That was how he lived his life, and that was how he would end it. Ah, Rhysie, don't get too sick to your stomach just yet. Save it for later, he told himself.

He saw Gen's sidekick heading for the back of the store. Curious, Rhys followed along, not making a sound, feeling a little relief from Gen's shitty energy (which gave him all sorts of shivers, gross- he was usually kinda into that, but it added to him feeling so neurotic, and he was currently trying to keep it together).

Safe cracking, huh? Classic. He was tempted to swoop in, move the kid aside, show him how it was done- but instead, he was going to see if there was potential here, and how much. Wasn't familiar with baby lackey yet, but that amusing description on its own made him want to be. So he stood still, continuing to be completely silent, and watched.

An Nam Il

This was no problem at all. Theoretically, Nam Il knew exactly how safes worked, what the tumblers inside sounded like when you were right or wrong. There was a formula to this and if there was one thing he was good it, it was at following the pattern. Theoretically.

As the shadow of one of Gen's friends fell over him, he instictively hunched closed to the dial out of worry. While he was pretty sure that he was safe from harm, the idea that maybe this man could be a safe-hacking pro. He probably was used to this sort of thing, a thought that Nam Il had no ill feelings for at all. If anything, he was merely intimidated, even though the effect from Gen's aura had subsided a bit.

'It's okay, I can do this!' He thought, even though his hands shook a bit and a dull ring of anxiety began to sound in his ears. He forced himself to hear through that, to listen for the metallic sounds inside. Ever since meeting Gen, he'd been practicing this sort of thing. It just seemed useful to know. Now he finally got to put it all to the test

It seemed like an eternity but at last, there was the beautiful sound of a correct combination. Before he could see what was in there , however, he started at the feeling of something on his head. An aura of fear swept through him.

"Gen!" Nam Il turned, becoming pink in the face. A hand went up to feel the hat he was now wearing. "Um, thank you? Um, but that's fine. I probably wouldn't have room to put any stuff there. Maybe if we find a place with snacks, though. Might be worth stocking up."

There was a tsunami outside, after all.

An Nam Il

Inside of the snacks store, as Gen was raiding the place for candy, Nam Il had taken the liberty of stocking up on things like canned soups and chicken and tuna salads. His backpack, mostly empty since the others had deigned to take the other loot themselves, steadily began to fill up as he crammed preserved foods into it, even stopping to swipe a jar of jam and one of peanut butter. They had to make sure that they were going to be able to ride out the storm and the aftermath, after all.

As the noise outside suddenly escalated, Nam Il ran for the door, backpack slung over one shoulder and using his free hand to reach out and grab anything else that happened to be in sight and stuff it into his bag. A box of chocolate bars. Some bottles of hand sanitizer. And, ow, a six pack of Coca-Cola. His fingers felt like they were going to be yanked off as they unexpectedly hooked onto that. He dumped it into the backpack anyways the best he could, which wasn't saying much. Still wincing, exited the door and dived into the car that Gen had taken, stuffing his overflowing backpack under his feet in the backseat.

His teeth were almost chattering in fear now. "I-I'm okay," he said, turning wildly to check around them. Were the waters coming in right that now? Had they stayed to long? The tsunami was abnormal, he knew. What if it was more than that? What if it was some sort of acid THAT WAS GOING TO SCOUR THEM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND-

Sluggishly, he forced himself to reach down and get a candy bar, opening the wrapper with his teeth because his hands wouldn't work right. Calm is good, calm is good. C'mon, it's just Gen's aura, Nam Il! You can do it. He took a bite. Mhm. Kit-Kats. Sugar was good. Sugar was a solution to most problems.