Potatocat
The Starchy Vegeta-feline
While the rest of station was entering a state of full panic a single detective sat on the front steps, cigarette in hand. He lift it to his mouth as he stared forward with glassy eyes. A scrambled mess of imagery fluttering around in his head as he imagined the terror his city was experiencing. Several minutes passed before his reflection was interrupted by an unusually harsh pull for his cigarette. He coughed as he tossed away the butt that had burned down to the filter. Momentarily snapped away from the harsh visions of the devastation being wrought upon the city he pulled another cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket.
As he went to light it he noticed that the street and sidewalk around the police station was now covered in blue runes. He furrowed his brow as his stress addled brain slowly processed what he was seeing in front of him. When it finally struck him his eyes became wide and he scrambled up the stairs so hastily that he tripped and sent the remainder of his cigarettes bouncing down the stairs. He nearly smashed the door in as he rushed into the building and desperately tried to get the attention of the bustling occupants.
As he went to light it he noticed that the street and sidewalk around the police station was now covered in blue runes. He furrowed his brow as his stress addled brain slowly processed what he was seeing in front of him. When it finally struck him his eyes became wide and he scrambled up the stairs so hastily that he tripped and sent the remainder of his cigarettes bouncing down the stairs. He nearly smashed the door in as he rushed into the building and desperately tried to get the attention of the bustling occupants.