<div>Scarlett rolled 1d2 and got a total of <b>1</b>:<br/><b><span title="1 on a d2">1</span></b></div><br/><br/>1-- Vincent survives.<br/>2-- Dead.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: #000000;background:#000000;"/></div><br/><br/>Adeline flinched back from him as he spoke in her ear, gasping a few ‘what’s and ‘huh’s in between the lull of his monologue. The world was chaotic around her. She could barely see through the smoke that billowed around them as the building came crashing down with surprising and concerning speed. “You’re insane,” she choked, batting his hand away and stumbling blindly out of the smoke cloud.<br/><br/>“Oh my god, oh my god, VINCENT?” She bellowed, coughing and batting smock from her tearing eyes. She made her way around the rubble, her world feeling… strange. Distant. She hit her ears, trying to get the cotton out of them, but there was none there. Through her smearing vision she could see the dancing lights of firetrucks, now pulled up and hurrying to provide aid. They were passed by the firemen, who went straight into the heart of the fire with their hoses. The side walks were overflowing with people in silk and pressed linen. Ash marred everything, dusting her hair into a dull gray. “Vincent?” she screeched, straining over heads to spot his tell-tail bald one. But the building had fallen too fast, and the number of people outside were concerningly low.<br/><br/>She turned back to the building, where firemen still poured in and out, some clutching bodies, other hoses. She fell to her knees and stared tearily as the place and the people she had built her future on, burnt down. “Oh my god…"