The Skies Clear [The Depths Stir - EVENT WRAP UP; EVERYBODY IN!]

The water had receded and the rain had stopped. Julia would have paid for some sun breaking through the clouds, but it was still in the middle of the night. Which was a fact she now began to feel, as the adrenalin wore off.

With a grumpy expression on her face she stood in the middle.of her living room. Her flat consisted of a small bedroom, a bathroom and a tiny hallway that led into the living room with an open kitchen. And the living room was quite thoroughly trashed. Judging by the water that had formed little puddles here and there on the carpet, one of the tentacles had smashed in the windows and raged in the room. So many things destroyed… of course things could be replaced. And the building still stood. It could have been way worse.
Then Julia laid eyes upon a particular heap of trash and her mood darkened considerably.

A few moments later she appeared outside on one of the roofs, where the others stood. Because she was still wet from all the rain and her mantle shredded she had grabbed the long white jacket that belonged to her Quincy attire. It was tight and body hugging at her upper body to not restrict any movement (stretch fabric did a very good job here as well). From the waist downward it was wide and flowing, parted at the front and dagged at the bag. She didn't really like it that much, but it was a good piece and she was cold. So she stood there, clad in white, with a prominent quincy cross stitched to her back. If anyone had any doubts of her being one of them, they were now eliminated.

“My coffee maker is broken.” she said, and her voice and expression were as miserable as if all the misfortune of the world had befallen her. To the very tired girl it was pretty close.

Her gaze wandered and when Julia looked down to the streets a cold feeling grabbed her that had nothing to do with the rain. It came from inside, from her heart, and she had to fight to not break into tears. So much destruction. So many deaths. The grief over her trashed flat and her coffee maker was forgotten. At least she was alive.
She raised her eyes and looked towards the coast, where the creature that had caused all this was defeated. Julia tried to muster some hatred, anger, anything that she could throw towards that creature and numb the other feelings inside her. It didn’t work. There was no point. It wouldn’t help anybody. The people were dead, homes destroyed. Hate wouldn’t bring them back. Nothing would.

“I want to see the thing.” she said to the others that were still here. Jenny had already left.

A short time later Julia arrived at the coast. It was a giant hulk, a limp mass. Everyone present was keeping a safe distance from the thing. It was surprisingly quiet now. The quiet after a great disaster, the deep breathing.
Julia looked at the thing and a hint of disgust showed on her young face. Other than that she simply looked tired. In her mind she thanked the powerful warriors that were present here. If this monster had entered the city… Once again the pictures of the destruction flashed before her inner eye.

“What is it? Where does it come from? What did it want?”

Her voice was low and she didn’t ask anyone in particular, just felt the words needed to get out.