3.0 — [ he spends a good deal of time exploring the rooms, slipping into one and then the other, often finding nothing of particular interest (though some have had its own share of small puzzles). but so far, the rooms have still been very consistently rooms, standard and believable in its shape and space, so it's not as if he expects to find himself suddenly on the shoreside of a lake, outdoors with a clear view of two moons, even in the midst of daylight.
his breath stops, held for a long moment as he observes the world around him, feeling the rocks shift beneath his boots, the breeze brushing cold against his cheeks, the scent of salt heavy in the air. if it's a construct, it's a damn good one, because every detail he picks up is an exact duplication of harlan's world — it's home.
investigating is no longer in the forefront of his mind, a tight lump in his throat like he can't even swallow as he takes it all in, imagining himself running across these shores with rei, overlooking the waves of the water with quell by his side.
his eyes remain closed for a moment, listening the empty vastness, opening them only when he hears movement on the rocks behind him. his fingers curl around the gun in his coat pocket, boots giving a sharp turn as he aims the gun straight towards his new company, instinctively on the defensive until he's sure it's not a looming threat. ]
5.0 — [ the rain comes down hard and heavy, stinging over his eyes that he can barely see anything in front of him. luckily, he does manage to make out the cottage a short distance away, and in noticing someone else trying to make their way through the storm, reaches out to grab their arm. ]
Come on! [ he shouts, dragging them without waiting for an answer towards the cottage. whether it's supposed to be locked or not doesn't matter, giving a hefty kick with his boot to swing the door open, pushing his soaked company in first before he follows in. closing the door behind him, he wipes at his soaked face, breathing heavily. ] Real bullshit construct, using a storm like this.
OPEN — part i