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ximilia mods ([personal profile] ximilian) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2021-10-02 08:53 pm

MISSION: BRASS DEVIL, PART 2

M I S S I O N   2 . 2

INTROIT'S SHOWTIMEA LITTLE PARTY NEVER...HEIST IT UPTHE DEVIL'S GOT RED EYESFYI

// INTRO.  


Having spent some time to gather information about each of the families, learn about the history of Braccia, and agree upon the secret location of the Orb in this city, now has come the time for the Orbers to put their strategies into action. Through some fairly impressive in cognito antics while maintaining their respective covers, the Orbers will have split into different factions to help with the ultimate goal: retrieve the orb.

Orbers from Lionetta have decided to organize a distraction and gather as many of their fellow Lionetta members away from the headquarters as possible. Orbers from Featherstone, led by Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and River Song, have slowly been pilfering and assembling some of the weaponry and helpful tech. And Orbers from the Ti’shaaz have slowly been adding fuel to the family drama, stoking the flames between the Ti’shaaz and Lionetta families in hopes of invoking a battle on the same night as the planned heist.

Everyone has a good feeling about the work that they’ve done, the collaborative efforts that have brought them to the climax of their time on Braccia. But the night is still young, and there are many things that could go wrong if there is one misstep, one cog out of place in this seemingly well-oiled machine. It is imperative that every Orber pulls their weight in order for the retrieval to go successfully. But that shouldn’t be a problem, right?

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// PART I.IT'S SHOWTIME  


Eventually, the time for preparations is over — the team has to make their move. The orb is waiting for them on the highest floor of the Lionetta main headquarters… all they have to do is get in.


1.0   Several different smaller teams decide to head into the old mines that lie beneath the surface of Braccia’s hustle and bustle. Those who decide to utilise the entrances further away from the Lionetta HQ, in the hopes of using paths less traveled and making it there unnoticed, will find that their journey leads them into complete darkness. Be sure to watch your steps — as the tunnels you take along here are ones that have been long since abandoned; there are pitfalls where the rock has crumbled away, leaving nothing but a chasm behind. There are also crumbling walkways and rotten wood that sag and give out from underneath your feet when you least expect it.

Aside from that though, there are no purposeful traps laid out — nothing visible to your eyes to stop you from advancing.

For those who decide to use the lit pathway leading straight from the headquarters to the fountain and the back alley behind Cherry on Top — well, at least you’ll be able to see where you’re going! However, the first thing you’ll notice are the blinking red lights of security cameras deliberately planted along the pathway … and for those who are not Lionetta, it may get uncomfortable, real fast. There are traps set along the way that only activate if the person trying to walk past is not a Lionetta member. Sharp blades might suddenly drop down on you from above. Spikes may burst out of from the ground like killer daisies. And a part of the pathway that you’re on could break into neat square pieces beneath your feet, crumbling away until you’re falling into nothingness.

Irregardless of which perilous road the Orbers choose to take, you will all eventually be led towards the same location: a golden door stands before them, the words For a better future carved into its surface. And if any of you happen to have a key (or a copy of it) like the one that Jim and Finn found, it’s to your benefit that it fits the lock perfectly. There’s nothing left but to go through, right?


2.0   The mines are not the only way in, of course: anyone with an official badge like the one that Kovacs managed to snag on a night out will have access to the elevator and will be able to call it to ground level, as well as take it up to the walkway. Or go straight to the walkway itself, and you’ll be able to boldly enter through the front doors as anyone with a badge has very little reason to be questioned … for now, anyway.


3.0   Meanwhile, An’alya has been mobilising members of the Ti’shaaz family against the Lionetta and are currently hard at work targeting the magical barrier that surrounds the Lionetta HQ. Eventually, those working at the barriers will begin to feel the magic within them weaken and crumble away in a slow but satisfying moment of victory. This weakened security allows Orbers with teleportation abilities to simply zip themselves inside — and perhaps with a few passengers in tow! Rhysand will have one lizard-shaped passenger alongside him already — An’alya herself has taken the first opportunity she could, leading the charge as she scuttles forward immediately upon entry, leaving the others to follow in her wake.

But while those teleporting in may have it easy, it’s hard to know where to teleport — you’d better hope that it isn’t in the middle of a guard shift change, or the guards’ break room, or a room locked from the outside ...


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// PART II.A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY  


A couple of days before the party, a word-of-mouth invitation begins to travel through the members of the Lionetta family about a speakeasy party with food, drink, and most of all: music. The evening is meant to boost morale and bring the family together, pulling both HQs (lower and main) into an event that has little to do with their daily lives and their grueling jobs. Here they can regale each other with their loyalty and bond to their family; to remember the good times as it were. The party venue occupies the entire ground floor of a building nestled among other bars and clubs of what has fondly been referred to as the ‘entertainment district’. No other signage on the exterior of the building indicates that anything special is happening as the event is very much exclusive.



4.0   When you enter the hall, it’s to the sound of brass and percussion and a male’s singing voice to the tune of something you might have heard before. The makeshift stage is set with speakers and lights and a place for a band to really show the room what they’re made of. There are drinks and bits of food and a small crowd of people have already gathered to enjoy the festivities with a greater crowd expected to fill the room for a good time. It might not be anything to the level of Cheri’s birthday gala, particularly when the theme of the party is to celebrate Lionetta, but it’s an impressive feat all the same and the people here have been promised a good time.

Newly recruited member, Newt, is on stage behind a piano with a couple of other locals not associated with any family in particular who have all had to quickly (but enthusiastically) learn a new set of songs for the evening, music from ‘far away cities’. Joined on stage by another new recruit is The Doctor (11) who has a microphone in one hand and appears to be crooning a rather unrecognizable (by this world’s standards) tune. If you spent any time on Earth during the 1980s, you might recognize it though. It’s very catchy.


5.0   The evening seems to go without a hitch, attracting a large part of the Lionetta family to join the festivities through word of mouth. Everyone is just here to have a good time! As the crowd grows, Majima can be found on the floor keeping the party going by refilling the glasses of family members, while making sure no one gets just a little too out of hand. The music continues, the chatter grows louder, and the laughs and sloppy dancing increases with the hours. Sometime after midnight, when the hours feel a little late, you might find some of the Lionetta members trying to tap into their communications devices with the slow and sloppy realization that they haven’t been operating for … how long has it even been? A while now, right? Some of the members can be found shuffling out of the party in confusion, while others shrug a shoulder and go back to the festivities. Suddenly, someone comes back into the room and yells:

’What the fuck’s going on here? My car’s been tampered with! Can anyone else get to HQ? My goddamned comms won’t work.’

There is a flurry of panicked confusion and Lionetta members pausing in their drinking and dancing to check whether what’s been shouted is true. It looks like the ruse might be up. Will you pretend to be like the rest of the family and act accordingly? Confused and unaware of the plot you’ve cooked up? Or will you come clean and try to find an escape route — perhaps helped by those who, on the outside, have been hard at work making sure the cars aren't in driveable condition.


6.0   As if things hadn’t been chaotic enough, all members of the Lionetta family, including any Lionetta Orbers, will hear a sharp, piercing static crackle through your communications devices as Lionetta members seem to have finally found a way to hack their way through the comms-blocking tech that had been keeping them out. Olexa’s voice cuts in and out and it’s clear she’s been trying to reach her family for a few minutes now. Harsh and commanding, there’s a moment of steady audio that comes through every device in the room as Olexa speaks:

OLEXA
— I repeat, Lionetta HQ is under a goddamned attack! The Ti’shaaz have infiltrated, and they are looking to attack any one of our family members. Arm yourselves, protect our headquarters!

If you haven’t made a decision to stay or leave just yet, you’ll find yourself trapped with the other Lionetta as the doors crash open and colourful blasts of magic are aimed at the partygoers and ricochet off of the venue space. Robed members of the Ti’shaaz family crowd the entrance and start to filter in, officially crashing the party and ending the festivities with violence. The Lionetta, however, won’t be cowed to submission and they quickly gather their wits about them to fight back, throwing punches and swinging kicks to try and disarm the other family, dodging their magical strikes.

Here you have a few options: whether you’re Lionetta or Ti’shaaz, you can stay and fight and keep members of both families occupied, or you can find a way out to join your fellow Orbers at Lionetta’s main HQ for the heist.


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// PART III.HEIST IT UP  


7.0   The smaller team that make it inside first will be the one to hit the control room, revealed in the blueprints to be located on the 20th floor — and whether by teleportation or entry by badge, they are let in through the door… but the room is far from empty. There’s an awkward split second as you exchange glances with the guards inside, and then they come charging for you. When the guards have been incapacitated in whatever manner the team deems fit (depending on their level of thirst for blood), they’ll quickly have the opportunity to get the rest of the team in position for the remainder of the heist. Those with a talent for hacking will be able to access the security system without too much difficulty, shutting the cameras off, or programming them on a loop that should hopefully fool anyone looking at the footage elsewhere.


8.0   However, as the other Orbers slowly begin to infiltrate the headquarters, now unseen by any cameras, an alarm blares out, loud and insistent. It seems that the use of the stolen badge has finally been registered and the family have been alerted. Evgen, the officer who the badge belonged to, had immediately reported the missing identification … and unfortunately its use has instantly triggered the alarm system. Oops.

Lionetta officers begin to swarm the hallways and the elevator will immediately shut down (hopefully you’re not inside it as it stops between Level 13 and 14!), so the only way to move forward now is by foot.

Those on the lower floors will find that while there are no traps set in the hallways, the space is now filled with Lionetta guards and officers, all armed with a myriad of weapons: standard issue guns, certainly, but also stun guns, revolvers with bullets that have been enchanted to follow their target, and staves and knives with energy blades that crackle and glow with white light. A number of the officers here are also highly competent in hand-to-hand combat — and though some, like Petra and Mikaela, might be dressed in attire more suited for a party than a battle, they shouldn’t be underestimated. Without effort, they can (and will) make a hair pin, a brooch, or a stiletto heel a deadly weapon. Officers who have familiarity with any of the Lionetta Orbers will advance with an especially personal viciousness — traitors, after all, are not kindly looked upon and deserve the worst punishments.


9.0   In contrast to the lower levels, Orbers on the 20th floor and upwards seem to be herded into a narrow hallway with only one direction: forward. At the end of the path is a set of stairs leading to the next level up and onward, each ascension designed to be slow and deliberate with the flight of steps on alternating sides of the building. The only way to get there is to cross the length of the floor’s footprint.

From Level 20-23, guards and officers meet you in a battle round.

On Level 24 the floor is suspiciously devoid of anyone. Before you can think to turn back, every entrance is sealed with heavy, reinforced steel walls, and a roar that reminds you of the ocean sends a prickle up the length of your spine as the entire floor begins to flood with water. Slowly but surely, it rushes in from all sides to fill the space and unless you have the ability to grow gills … how will you escape? Maybe the how doesn’t matter — only that you do.

On the 25th floor, it becomes apparent to you that the air has a slightly luminous, greenish tint to it … but by the time you open your mouth to warn the others, it’s already in your lungs. It won’t take long before you begin to imagine enemies all around you: sudden attacks are coming out of nowhere, guards aiming their guns at you, alien creatures from the fighting ring snapping their jaws and throwing kicks and punches, clawed fingers trying to grasp at your face. You lash out at them in desperation — and, unfortunately, whoever is in their place in reality.

If you happen to make it past Level 25 unscathed, perhaps breathing in the gaseous substance on Level 26 will be what affects you: pouring out from pin-pricked holes in the walls like pores and colouring the air purple, its potency is much greater than the green mist from the previous floor. Instead of enemies, you are surrounded by the people you miss from home, those who might have been passed in your timeline. They ask you to stay with them, plead with you that they’re worried what might happen if you keep going — they murmur, please, just stay with me here and I’ve missed you so much. From an outside perspective, the sight won’t be so heartwarming: anyone observing you with a clear mind will notice a light purplish frost has started to cover your skin as though slowly encasing you in its substance …

With the aid of magic, air bubbles, or the antidote carefully nicked from the Featherstones, you somehow manage past the deadly, magical traps … only the dangers are hardly over. On Levels 27 and 28 sharp, red laser lines that criss-cross the hallways fill the remainder of the room — only those truly confident in their skill and agility can make it across unassisted. For the less coordinated, however, there is still hope: maybe you are one of the Featherstones and were equipped with the reflection tech made specifically for a situation like this one … or, if you can quickly gain contact (use that network!) with the others in the control room, they can do something about these lasers — if they aren’t still occupied with the Lionetta officers currently trying to take their control room back, anyway.

Finally, making it to the second-to-highest level, you will come face to face with two giant dog-like creatures… with glittering collars around their necks, each with a small tag to identify them. They are Ursa and Altair, respectively. Surely you were prepared for this, right? If you’re a Lionetta, you may be familiar with the alien-dogs and have a better chance of getting past them. If you dare to approach, however, you’ll notice that the ground surrounding them is a crimson mess of fresh blood. They’ve clearly had their dinner already… and the eager looks in their eyes can only be read as such: are you going to be their dessert?

Past the dogs and their matted fur and sharp teeth, there lies the entrance to the top floor — an entrance that only opens through facial recognition … strange, however is the scaly frost that has spread all over the scanner, leaving it non-functional — and the door… wide open.

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// PART IV.THE DEVIL'S GOT RED EYES  


As the two Orbers who have managed to make it before the others sneak towards the door and the stairs that lead up, they will hear two voices: female, both of them, one strained and quiet, like speaking is a struggle; the other, lilting and sugar-sweet.



“So, you’ve been running all this all along?”

“Why yes. Never crossed your pretty head, did it? My Lexie’s been doing such a wonderful job, you see, no wonder you were fooled. And now you’re going to die for it… just like Dnria.”

The two Orbers continue to creep towards the open door, careful not to be heard or detected. It’ll be a strange scene that opens towards them: a dark office, wooden floors looking far older than the building itself must be — expensive furniture, and all of it is lit with a red glow.

In the middle of it all —

“Just like Dnria H’ia? Ha… what an honour, to die like her. Bested by the same person. Ti’shaaz was right to be wary of you, Ruvia.”

An’alya lies on the floor, eyes blood-shot, a trickle of blood staining the side of her mouth. She’s trembling, breathing heavily, like behind every breath is unimaginable pain.

“Oh, honey, don’t think I gave you permission to call me by that nickname. It’s Cheruvia to you.”

Next to An’alya, her red eyes glowing just as bright as the round object that orbits her head in a slow circle, is Cheri...

… or perhaps that should be rephrased. Next to the fallen gang leader stands not the sweet, cheerful club owner, but Ruvia Alonetti: the owner of the Braccia orb, and the founder of the Lionetta family.

Whatever you do next… it's best to be careful. It will crucial to have a plan — because somehow that orb needs to leave this room with you.

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F Y I

The events in this log take place ICly during one evening, but OOCly it spans the first two weeks of October.

The ultimate conclusion of the mission and the return to the station will be posted on October 16.

If you have questions about anything in this log, please direct them HERE.

And finally, your soundtrack for this log:

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8.0 — sphere style ;

[personal profile] lateness 2021-10-18 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, he thinks he's gone blind. Squeezing his eyes shut, face scrunched, limbs feeling a little too tight, spine taut, he's simply bathed in the brightest light he's ever seen before, sonic screwdriver helplessly clutched in one hand while the other shields his face. It dims a little, the glow bearable enough for him to squint and take note of his saviour. ]

Alina! Well, that's one way to do it, I suppose.

[ The Doctor tries his best not to sound so impressed, but his voice sort of gives it away. Cleverness and general shenanigans, it's what he's used to; it's how he operates. But straight up magic like this? Well, it's definitely unusual. Very nearly new. ]

Thanks — [ He sounds a bit breathless; but yes, all right. He's thinking of his next move. ] For that. Would have been a brilliant time for a plan.
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[personal profile] peasant 2021-10-23 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a plan, yes. as the moments tick by in painfully fast succession, it's evident alina hasn't summoned any strategy with her light. she releases another squawk as rapid gunfire hails down on her conjured shield, as though determination alone will allow lionetta's forces to pierce through it, and flings her arm outward to send a ripple throughout the room. their henchmen strike the wall with a sickening crunch, leaving alina to look on in wide-eyed panic — ashen, scrambling in an instinct to defend itself, as more round the corner.

saints. just how many of them did they send? even as that thought rings through her, she forces herself to remember what yelena had shared. they're too low-ranking to know what they've been assigned to protect, little more than pawns olexa and the rest are willing to risk, in their need to cling to the orb. she shakes her head, refusing to lash out with a more powerful blast at the cost of their lives, even as their surrounding shield flickers and fluctuates.
]

Now! [ she shouts, yapping it over her shoulder. ] Now would be a good time for a plan!
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[personal profile] lateness 2021-10-27 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Yes! Yes, all right, I'm thinking, I'm thinking —

[ This room is too big, too open. It also serves as the sort of heart of the floor, allowing each of the corridors to find its way here; he would know, as he'd just dashed in from one of the corridors, chased by far too many Lionetta henchmen.

(And to his disappointment, his cries of 'I'm on your team! Look! The coat!' didn't seem to help at all. The jig, it seemed, was finally up.)

They'll need to get out of here eventually, have to move their way up or down; they can't stay here, and he really isn't sure whether Alina's abilities have a time limit before the light goes out. That would be bad, horrid even.

Okay. Okay, up it is. ]


Right! On my signal!
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[personal profile] peasant 2021-10-30 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ baghra's voice pecks at the back of her mind, like the unrelenting old crow that she had been. spine straight. no thwap of a cane comes, but alina doesn't need the motivation to draw in a deep inhale between her teeth. again. alina had dared to ask how many times are we going to do this? once, exhausted and snappish, only to be met with a glacial glance that could freeze blood into sludge in any grisha's veins. as many times as it takes for you to finally master it.

the swirl of light around her is no mastery, but it only needs another spark of determination to flare again. the artificial lights above hiss and fizzle in rapid succession, draining wired electricity to absorb it, expand it — converted into sunlight at her fingertips. the wave of guards let out startled shouts, blinded as they are, throwing arms up to shield themselves from the rays.

alina's annoyance, as it turns out, helps funnel her focus into that outpouring of light. maybe it's just the frustration of perpetually being left on the very edge of someone else's plans, or maybe it's just — well, the drive to survive, anxiety bleeding into agitation, knowing her life may very well rest in this (exasperating) man's hands. saints, what is with men and their vaguery? she throws a churlish, incredulous look in his direction.
]

What signal? I'm not seeing any signal, Doctor!

[ ???????? ??????? help a girl out. ]
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[personal profile] lateness 2021-11-18 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, well, so sorry about that, Alina! He really does mean well, it's just — plans are not exactly his strongsuit, and more often than not, he's usually lying about them. Having them, thinking of them, figuring them out.

(While also always being one step ahead of everything — usually. Yes, all right, he's very frustrating.) ]


Big ball! Big, big ball of light! [ He shouts, making big wavy gestures with his arms. Which is probably all very confusing in itself, but he hopes Alina gets what he means, and hopes that his fellow Lionetta don't. With them blinded and distracted, they'll have just enough seconds to do what he does best: run.

He's got his sonic screwdriver back in action in one hand, and he points it towards the cluster of henchmen approaching them with battle-ready expressions on all their faces. ]
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[personal profile] peasant 2021-12-04 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ through the hazy glare of her light, alina squints — the kind of look one might give to a particularly difficult riddle, or the small bits and bobs of a clock's mechanism, or ... everything alina lacks the experience to parse out. saints. now's not the time to think the doctor looks like a tree in a storm, all flailing limbs waving in the wind, but —

the image pops up into her mind, just before the pieces seem to slot perfectly in place. big ball of light. that's a signal she can work with, direct as a fiery orb of light to the face. the puzzled crease between her brows smooths out, offering him a sharp, decisive nod as a stronger absorption of light generates from her fingertips.

the lightbulbs above whizz and hiss, a threat of popping glass, the electricity drained from them — smelted down into her hands, transmuted into pure energy she casts outward. there's only time to hear the frenzied confusion of their cries before she's darting from the explosive eruption of it, a wall of white as bright and blinding as a solar flare, to catch his fingers and drag him down the corridor in a flurry behind her.
]
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[personal profile] lateness 2021-12-10 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Uttered to himself: ] Geronimo.

[ The Doctor only has mere seconds to watch as Alina amps up her very strange, very wonderful power, to pull up enough light so that everything in the room is much too bright to see, every shadow cast out and no object with a discernible edge to it. In the seconds it'd taken for him to wave his arms about in Alina's direction he had been memorizing the plan of the room and its escape routes, and blinded he's certain he can find his way back out.

It seems he doesn't even have to do that much as fingers suddenly find his and hold tight, pulling him out into the corridor and leaving behind cries of shock and pain. ]


And we're running! [ The Doctor exclaims, having no issue whatsoever with keeping up. Running is, after all, what he does best. So is leading, but for now Alina's got this, and boy does this whole thing feel familiar. Familiar in the best way, too. Getting out of tight situations alongside a companion.

He's actually grinning. ]
Good, that was good, no — that was utterly brilliant! Get it? Ha! Oh, Alina! You were incredible! Ha-hah!
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[personal profile] peasant 2021-12-17 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ keeping stride with him is a task for alina starkov, in all of her graceless glory — to be expected, when big bird's wingspan is much larger than a little bird's. she feels a little like one now, tumbling out of the nest, trying to take flight with him and his long legs. the end result is a hapless stumble here and there, grip tightening to stabilize herself, as she nearly trips over her (short) legs.

an oof punches out of her lungs, but she never slows. not once, accounting for her small strides with all of the determination one tiny body can hold inside of itself. breathless, she rounds another corner, snapping her gaze over to his at the warm enjoyment in his voice.

as if this truly is like flying, adventurous and daring, the wind whipping through their hair. alina makes a startled, incredulous sound, forcing the breathless words out.
]

Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this. [ his beaming grin is all the confirmation she needs. winded, she accuses, ] You are, you madman.

[ &dmash; but for all of that madness, for all of her scolding of it, her fondness is as transparent as glass. slowing, she casts a harried look to the corridor as the beat of footsteps follow, arguing amongst themselves over which direction to take in lionetta's (delayed) pursuit of herself and the doctor.

with her eyes finally settling upon a closet, she yanks on his arm, hoisting her inside of its narrow space.
]

Can you — ow. Move over a little, will you?

[ she curses, knocking a knobby knee into a shelf. there isn't much room, as it turns out, when his limbs occupy so much of it. like trying to force puzzle pieces into the wrong slot. sputtering on a pained breath, alina nudges him further into the closet by bumping him with her sides, until she can finally click the door shut.

and cast them into darkness, for a moment, waiting for the footfalls outside to subside.
]
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[personal profile] lateness 2021-12-28 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Considering how well she can keep pace with him, the Doctor can be nothing but impressed by his Little Bird. So much so that the bit of running here reminds him of Clara, and the whole situation is — well, yes. It's fun.

And the laugh after the grinning is proof enough to confirm any last suspicion she might have had about how much he enjoys a good old fashioned reckless adventure: he loves it, he lives for it, it's the sort of thing he likes to make a habit of.

They turn the corner, hand in hand, and sharp with the screech of soles against tiled flooring, hearing the explosions above resonating on every floor below it, and of the messy cluster of footsteps as their pursuers start to catch up. And then Alina forcefully pulls him into the nearest closet, which actually isn't his first time in one if you could believe that, and pushes herself in beside him. Or somewhat over top of him, maybe, their limbs tangled up to fill the small space. ]


Yes, yes, hold on — [ He says, shifting uncomfortably to do just that, before he follows her quiet. In a whisper: ] Now, don't sneeze. I did that once, you know, made a mess of things. And I don't mean the bogies themselves. Hah.
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[personal profile] peasant 2022-01-03 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ surely the booming explosions, rattling the skeleton of the building's structure, will drown out one man's rambling. but alina's gaze still leaps to him — or tries to, at any rate, following the trail of his breathing to where she suspects his eyes are. her own widen in response, partially obscured by shadows, and like any cornered animal —

she obeys her panicky instincts. quickly, her palm slaps over his mouth, a basin to hold all of his whispered recounting of old stories. as keen as she is to hear them read aloud from his memory, she's less curious to find out how their journey ends if the simplest of sounds alerts their enemies.
]

Save your sneezes for the guards.

[ her index finger bops against his lips one last time, a hushing motion, as she slinks to the floor — uncomfortably folded up and waiting for the danger to pass them by, a storm that will eventually settle into a calm sky. or ... as close to one as possible, when they still have an orb to find. ]