no, he can take the boots! they are a bit heavier than you might expect them to be. rondo takes the axe! it is normal axe weight. and actually you'll both notice that anything you take with you just sort of vanishes from view when you're holding them. almost like your outfit is a glamour, and can hide pesky things like very obvious weapons. seems like hope did one good thing for you, at least.
anyway, you both can wander out of the alcove, and as you do, both of you see something around the corner this time. rondo, you see that same white cloak, but this time with a flash of silvery white hair, as well. lavi, you don't see this. instead, you see the end of a very familiar black uniform, a flash of a tuft of white hair.
they're both leaving. maybe they don't want anything to do with you. maybe they never have.]
well. the white cloak, that's already worrying enough, but it's the silver that makes his heart stop. there's something so dissonant about it, so familiar - the back he's always followed. is there a red ribbon in their hair?
he opens his mouth. ] Sa - [ and then stops himself, shutting his mouth again, gripping the axe's shaft tighter to keep himself from speaking. that... that can't be real. not like that. not. not...
(even if - is there any place more likely where rondo might see him than this sweltering vision of hell? ) ]
[Lavi flinches -- he can't help it, because maybe the last person he saw before arriving here is someone he absolutely needs to find again, and maybe that's the person rounding the corner.
Rondo's voice -- brief, but audible -- brings him back, grounds him. The pain does too, in his arm and legs, arrows still in him. He can't risk pulling them out in this hellish library of lizard and vore though, just grips whichever one of Rondo's shoulders isn't injured, to draw his attention back to him, so that he can mouth the names 'Ashlyn. Mathis.'
luckily for the two of them, the librarian is focused elsewhere, so rondo's little slip doesn't get them any attention. they can keep moving back to the start, if they want, or they can chase these people deeper into the bookshelves.]
[ the touch to his shoulder almost startles rondo - he stares at the retreating back. (aren't you always staring at his back?) then, takes a deep breath. one in. one out, as quietly as he can.
that's the past, that he'd have to chase. the present is here. and the present is two teens (probably) who are dealing with a very, very large, very terrifying monster that just ate them ten seconds ago. he turns to lavi, and his mouth crooks up very briefly - rondo dips his head in a bow of understanding. his body hurts, his heart hurts, but there are people who need protecting.
he gestures onwards. turn away from him. back to the start.]
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no, he can take the boots! they are a bit heavier than you might expect them to be. rondo takes the axe! it is normal axe weight. and actually you'll both notice that anything you take with you just sort of vanishes from view when you're holding them. almost like your outfit is a glamour, and can hide pesky things like very obvious weapons. seems like hope did one good thing for you, at least.
anyway, you both can wander out of the alcove, and as you do, both of you see something around the corner this time. rondo, you see that same white cloak, but this time with a flash of silvery white hair, as well. lavi, you don't see this. instead, you see the end of a very familiar black uniform, a flash of a tuft of white hair.
they're both leaving. maybe they don't want anything to do with you. maybe they never have.]
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well. the white cloak, that's already worrying enough, but it's the silver that makes his heart stop. there's something so dissonant about it, so familiar - the back he's always followed. is there a red ribbon in their hair?
he opens his mouth. ] Sa - [ and then stops himself, shutting his mouth again, gripping the axe's shaft tighter to keep himself from speaking. that... that can't be real. not like that. not. not...
(even if - is there any place more likely where rondo might see him than this sweltering vision of hell? ) ]
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Rondo's voice -- brief, but audible -- brings him back, grounds him. The pain does too, in his arm and legs, arrows still in him. He can't risk pulling them out in this hellish library of lizard and vore though, just grips whichever one of Rondo's shoulders isn't injured, to draw his attention back to him, so that he can mouth the names 'Ashlyn. Mathis.'
they have to keep going.]
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luckily for the two of them, the librarian is focused elsewhere, so rondo's little slip doesn't get them any attention. they can keep moving back to the start, if they want, or they can chase these people deeper into the bookshelves.]
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that's the past, that he'd have to chase. the present is here. and the present is two teens (probably) who are dealing with a very, very large, very terrifying monster that just ate them ten seconds ago. he turns to lavi, and his mouth crooks up very briefly - rondo dips his head in a bow of understanding. his body hurts, his heart hurts, but there are people who need protecting.
he gestures onwards. turn away from him. back to the start.]
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back to the start!! they'll probably do it while limping the entire time but by god will they try.]
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