[the discomfort from having his daemon touched is real. wow. now that things have calmed down, he wraps one arm around himself to try and ground his mind, while his other hand covers the side of his face that was clawed, blood trickling between his fingers.
adrenaline is wearing off, so everything hurts, actually. still, rochalizo reminds himself that pain is at least a reminder that he's alive.]
... I'm fine.
[something about the traces of memories seems to hit him, though—he freezes, before wiping away at his good eye. kaeya will feel a sense of longing, as though there's someone dear he wishes to see again.]
So, what's the plan now? It doesn't seem like we have much time.
[ the pain echoes and kaeya's hand drifts back to press against his right eye, a furrow in his brow. polaris is limping and kaeya turns to look at him, drawing him close for a moment, pushing a hand softly into his fur. he strokes at his face, his neck, where the dust clings to his fur in the same place kaeya feel a sharp pang in his soul.
it's made worse by the longing. the longing he can relate to in general, but this feels like it stretches further. he closes his eyes and takes a breath, aims to sooth, to draw his thoughts together to a pinprick away from the pain in his eye, in his skin, in his gut and soul. he has to. but rochalizo's longing and their shared pain is a persistent throb, which makes it difficult--not impossible, but... middling. rochalizo may feel the equivalent of a mental shoulder squeeze. he coughs out a bit. ]
[ after the girl you go down a hall lined with glass. with each rumble, a piece falls and shatters on the ground, and with each blink, a fragment of memory reaches out to greet you. voices call out from strange devices set here and there - they may be familiar or unknown in turns, indistinct as murky canal water or sometimes clear as daylight - as flashes of scenes tug at the edge of your vision.
a crowd cheers, chanting the name of a hero they adore. you have no eyes for the hero of the day, only for the people around you, for their smiles.
in the next blink, it turns to jeering, to angry shouts and renouncings of heroes.
worry knots in your stomach, and you reach for a keychain, the last vestige of someone out there who still needs help. you'll get there, you have to, you'll all save h—
a flash of gold
the hallway opens into a small room, supported by brick pillars like the chamber near the catacombs. glass covers the walls, more of those devices in the corners, and the girl awaits, offering a sad smile.
behind them, a loud crash as the door crumbles inward. ]
You can't rest yet. If you do, you'll never leave, just like the people who live here.
[ shouting comes from down the hall, the scratching of claws on the stone floors. ]
[ the memories feel so achingly familiar. xie lian holds tight to that little keychain, as he rights himself properly and starts forward, following the girl. from him, memories come in flashes, too, as if picking up on the golden flash from before (on the feeling, perhaps of saving someone, anyone, even just one person ) -
xie lian doesn't jump, as the door crashes in. he looks back to the group as a whole, letting the thundering of his heartbeat and the roar of his adrenaline lead the way. push through the memories. push through the pain. keep moving. keep going.
Trust me, if I wanted to rest, there are far better places to...
[they are? clearly in danger right now?
and again, memories flash.
your brother wraps his arms around your shoulders, begging you to not to head out. yet, you cannot feel warmth from the gesture. "you don't need to be strong, you endlessly silly child."
it almost makes you want to laugh. "it makes you feel better when i'm silly and useless, doesn't it, anticheiras?" it all feels silly. all those years you selfishly spent chasing after praise and affection, when you should've embraced others' happiness as your own instead. recognition seems like a trivial concern now, compared to the weight of how to protect those around you. (your family, who do not love you. your people, who mock you. your friends, who may not forgive you.) your old convictions are shattering around you, but they rebuild themselves anew.
it finally feels like you can see things clearly.
rochalizo takes out his bow and arrow again, thankfully not fully damaged in the fire. (he'd hate to have to explain that to revali.) with the back of his hand, he tries to wipe the blood from his face, wincing as his wounds smart. he looks towards the hall, with grim determination.]
What do we do? If we're not yet trapped, then there must be a solution.
[ they're all hurting, polaris moving alongside him at a careful pace as he readjusts some of his very burnt clothing now, feels the way some of it catches painfully for a second and stops messing with it after that. as he does so, memories twist, intertwine softly. brothers, ouch.
dragonspine is frigid, and you hover your hands over one of the warming mechanisms near a statue of the seven in hopes that you can thaw out your knuckles. somehow, this place still brings you peace. there's an alcove up high in the mountains here, home to an alchemist who sometimes asks you to sit for portraiture on occasion. he says that it only takes three strokes of his pencil to capture your likeness, but he tends to spend longer than just three simple strokes in your opinion.
sometimes it's nice, to know that even here in this frozen place, there is a tenderness despite the cold, a heartbeat at the core of this mountain range, a dragon's heart beating red and hot as blood.
dragonspine's heart thuds loudly beat after beat after beat.
kaeya holds to xie lian's sword firmly as he moves forward, feels the ache in his body entirely but knows that he's taken worse, albeit far better equipped than he is now. he lifts his head up. ]
Miss... how long have these people been down here?
[ he says, breathes in once, sharply, then out, as polaris shifts weakly into a small ermine and kaeya carefully places him into his satchel for safe keeping. daemon in a bag. ]
Why have they never been able to find their way back up...? [ quieter ] What does it even mean to be "hellbound"?
[ “they’re all hurting” is an understatement. yuri’s arm and side hurt and he’s fully aware he got off lucky back there. ]
And what the hell happened to the guy? It didn’t seem like any of you were surprised to see any of that.
[ the necklace is still in one hand, clutched by the chain rather than the pendant. as he keeps walking there are flickers of his own memories
dahngrest is dark and dim but it feels like it could be a home more than zaphias ever was. every person you see is free from the empire and living under their own rules and laws, follow their own dreams without the people meant to protect them making their lives hell. it isn’t perfect, but it feels right here. more than it did back home.
a beast writhes on the ground in front of you. estelle falls to her knees in horror beside her. belius, entelexeia, leader of a guild, friend of Don Whitehorse himself, reassures her with kind words. it isn’t her fault, she was trying to help— how could she have known her powers of healing could be used to kill?
don whitehorse sits before a sobbing crowd. he asks for a second. no one answers… except you. no one else was going to do it — no one else wanted to help this man they respected fulfil his final duty as leader of the Union. never mind that you’re one of those people too. he smiles at you. holds a blade to his stomach. you raise yours to his neck. once again, you will do the job no one wants to.
pravda bumps lightly into his side, before shifting into her smallest form to scurry up and curl around his neck. her fur irritates the burns somewhat, but he’s grateful to have her there. ]
[ like that will stop xie lian. to kaeya, she shakes her head. ]
No, there's a way up. [ she points down the next hall. ] They're just... afraid of what could happen. Most of them don't even remember why; it's all just fairy tales to them now.
[ well. she glances at the hall they came form, as the sounds come closer, the temperature starting to rise. ]
There's a failsafe, though, from a long time ago. So you need to go, now.
[ xie lian looks like he does not like that answer at all - his eyebrows knit together, deeply concerned at the little girl's calm, after the rattling experience of everyone's memories. it's a marked distraction from the burns and the blood, and for the first time, his hand loosens a little against the cursed shackle at his neck.
as she finishes speaking, he looks at the hall. ]
...Are you sure? [ one last question, fussing. san lang looks unhappy, too, sniffing at the little girl as a qilin; xie lian looks to the rest of the group. ] We can take you with us.
You're right, [ at rochalizo. kaeya looks over at the hall grimly. the heat is a sobering reminder as it begins to rise. polaris peers softly from inside the bag, nose sticking out and then eyes. ] They're afraid the sky will come down again, aren't they? Like in those flashes... [ it's only a guess, but he'll stop after that. ]
It makes them feel safe. [ that's not for nothing. ] It saved them from the fire once, so they believe that as long as they keep those creatures out, they'll be saved again. And they'll take whatever means necessary to do it.
[ another rumble right on cue, and this one closer, as if to prove her point. ]
They're already here, so they'll abandon this part of the catacombs and go deeper in, but there's only so far they can run.
[ if any of the boys look back, they'll see the silhouette of a creature closing in on the room. still, she smiles. ]
Worry about yourselves first, okay? Before you're trapped here with the monsters. This way. [ she points down the hall again. ] And make sure they can't follow you.
[ he hates this! the way he wants to just take this girl with him!!!!
it's a long moment of holding still; his mouth opens and closes, like he wants to protest. the little girl's gentle smile sticks with him, though, stirring.
....xie lian lifts his burnt hands and reaches into his sleeve. somehow, still safe from the fire, a small, white flower rests in the bottom of the silk - it's as pure as snow, somehow almost looking like it's covered in dew drops - and reaches over to tuck it behind the little girl's ear. if she's not like, a ghost and see through i guess. ]
... By the Heaven's official blessing, no paths are bound.
[ his voice is soft as he says so, and with that, he lifts his head, determined, gazing to the others. san lang makes a soft whining noise, unhappy with leaving, but seems to steady himself, looking between each of the daemons and their burnt, crispy humans. ]
Come on. The last person through - let's collapse the tunnel behind.
[... it's a familiar feeling. as he observes the girl, these people who feel hunted down, who lived in obliviousness of what they were—he thinks of the mud whale. those people were vibrant, though; despite what they'd been through, they continued to embrace strangers and love life.
(all the more reason he has to help them, when he returns home.)
he glances back, before at xie lian and the others. is kaeya's dragon still active... if not, then—]
I can bring down the tunnel with my gun. [what kind of gun is that] Given that I'm the only one with a long range weapon, I might as well watch the rear, just in case.
... Dein Nomos is probably strong enough to loosen some rocks.
[ he doesn't seem happy about leaving a bunch of people behind here. especially after the girl said so herself -- they'll run out of places to run, eventually. and then there'll be a lot of danger between them and the surface. ]
[ xie lian tucks the flower in her hair, pure and bright against brown locks. though she is solid to the touch, he'll notice that there is a faint golden sheen about her. ]
I told you there's a failsafe. If you make it to the room on the left, you'll find it.
[ and with that, time is up. the first monster makes it to the room, immediately lurching for the four men faster than any creature that twisted and pained should be capable of. having brought up the rear, yuri is the first one within reach, and it thrusts a claw directly into his lower back, burning from the inside.
a second and third follow close behind. better get moving, boys. ]
[ i fucking hate ray so much i want everyone to know that
the golden sheen catches his eye, and -- there's just a moment of realization. eyes a little wide, xie lian looks at her.
... but there's no time to process. the monster comes running, and it all happens in a flash - xie lian gasps a - ] Yuri!
[ and san lang immediately snarls and roars, running to grab pravda in case she reels from the injury, and starting to hurry back to their tunnel as asked. we've got a plan, so he won't be the last one in this time, but seems to have every intention of fighting off whatever monster he has to fight off, even unarmed so that rochalizo can have his badass gun ready to blow the tunnel in once they're inside - he strikes at the closest of the monsters with a powerful kick and starts moving backwards. ]
[if he needs the help. rochalizo kind of suspects everyone here is a stubborn asshole.
but he backs up into the tunnel, pointing his gun at the entrance ceiling. there really isn't much time here, given that they can't let the monsters get in (this one might be inevitable, if it's already caught up, but at the very least, he has to stop the second and third—); thankfully, he doesn't need to aim much for this.
once the others make it through, he turns the hourglass on his gun to its side, before he pulls the trigger. rather than any kind of bullet, however, it fires... basically a giant laser beam. i'm on my work laptop right now so you have to deal with shitty youtube screenshots]
[ as the monsters come toward them, kaeya will most definitely give one last final hurrah, not out of stupidity or bravery (jk maybe a little), but mostly because he wants to be certain that they are not going to be anywhere near the threshold of the tunnel as rochalizo is taking aim with his rifle. not even a fucking claw. fang xin slashes, cold and dark. he'll slash downward and push to bolster the blade, facing the fire one final time with polaris safe in his bag. coordinated attack with xl tbh.
at the shout from rochalizo, kaeya will immediately nod, moving to grab yuri quickly as he watches the creatures clamber forward. he doesn't need to be told any faster. he darts in quickly, fang xin drawn as he aims to sever the creature's hand quickly. you use it, you lose it, but he's aching at this point as he draws yuri in towards his chest, grip firm partially to staunch any remaining bloodflow that may have not been cauterized. ]
Hang in there... [ he murmurs. what he wouldn't give for his vision, for ice to soothe the burn. he keeps yuri's body turned away from the flames before he makes a very hasty retreat with his body as yuri's shield.
well xie lian will feel that -- the sharp pain of the stab in his lower back and the immediate scauling burn that follows. yuri grits his teeth so hard he can feel his jaw creak, and his immediate reaction is to flip dein nomos to his other hand and make a swipe at the claw that stabbed him. but kaeya gets there first, so he just ends up staggering back a little before kaeya swoops him up.
pravda is already out of range, guided to safety by san lang. she limps a little, and keeps looking back to try and see yuri and make sure he's okay, but eventually she will keep moving forward, at yuri's own urging. ]
[ the monster reels from the kick, but holds fast to yuri until kaeya comes in with the save. just as before, flames lash forth from the wound, licking at fang xin's metal, at kaeya's clothing, his hand and arm. the limb falls to the floor, useless and burning to ash in a blink as the creature staggers and rasps in pain. the other two climb over their injured fellow to swipe at his legs.
rochalizo pulls the trigger, and the ceiling collapses behind them, showering them with dust.
but the monsters haven't given up yet, and as they flee, they'll hear the scratching of claws against the rock.
further down the hall, a room awaits on their left, lamps buzzing and flickering as the catacombs shudder around them. inside, it's a mess, dust and dirt and fragments of rock falling from the ceilings and walls. shattered glass covers the floor, and among it all - a golden feather peeking out of a folded wallet, and a second lying under a small black box bearing a switch, both covered in Dust and dirt. ]
[ he feels the pain of yuri's injury, plunging into his back -- xie lian lets out a sharp gasp and stumbles when he lands, in the line of fire of the monsters scrambling after them. he kicks at one of them for good measure, too, trying to shake the damned thing off before it claws into his legs, and then books it, san lang holding pravda by the scruff. he's quick to catch kaeya and yuri when they come running in, too. that injury looks bad, it feels bad, and he grits his teeth and charges forward, leaving the sound of scratches behind as only a fading reminder of their flight.
the image of that little girl, smiling, aches in his heart as they rush out, and he finds himself gripping that little keychain a little tighter and offering all the support he can to stumble the four of them into the room itself.
it feels quieter here, even with the world about to fall. xie lian hurries into the room, already grabbing the silk at the edge of his robe sleeve and tearing off a huge strip that isn't burnt to cinders, bringing it to kaeya and yuri as quickly as possible and shoving his hand against yuri's injury to put some pressure on it, trying to stem the bleeding. ] Here - here, take this.
[ there's that, at least. panting for breath and still bleeding in his own right, xie lian turns to check the surroundings, and ends up going for the wallet. he has no idea what that black box is, so he'll leave that to someone with a slightly better grasp on technology, instead picking up the folded wallet as carefully as he can, instead. is it a dusty golden feather? ]
but now that they have even a moment, rochalizo pauses to catch his breath. ugh, he really can't keep this up forever. still, as he holsters his gun and switches to his bow again, with his other hand pressed against his face to stem some of the bleeding, he goes over to the black box.
meanwhile, philia turns into a baby bear and curls up into itself, as if for protection.]
... Better hurry with your wounds. I doubt we have much time, still. [he picks up the second feather, before looking back at the box.] Is this...?
[ the words leave his lips as he takes the torn cloth, making sure that yuri's wound is tied fast and tight before rising to his feet. he'll make sure yuri is comfortable, leaned up maybe against something and with one last careful touch to the arm, he moves over towards where rochalizo, taking a page out of xie lian's book and tearing at his shirt quickly (it's not even sexy). his right hand is singed from fingertip to shoulder, but it doesn't mean he can't spare the rest. the two-way ache of their eyes is piercing, distracting to the point where kaeya can't stop rubbing at his own so!
he'll gesture, let me see your face and if allowed! will tie the cloth fast and quick around rochalizo's eye, his touch gentle and expert, concern building in his chest. his dark right eye is unblinking while the other is sharp, glancing then towards the device. he's in pain and his brain is still all business until he can breathe fresh air again. polaris snuffles in his bag softly. ]
We'll get the rest of it taken care of when we're topside. [ we will make it topside. ] I think... this is our only option here. [ looking back to the black box, taking the feather beneath it and shaking out the dust just a bit. ] The girl said this was from long ago, but I'm assuming it should still work... whatever it is.
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adrenaline is wearing off, so everything hurts, actually. still, rochalizo reminds himself that pain is at least a reminder that he's alive.]
... I'm fine.
[something about the traces of memories seems to hit him, though—he freezes, before wiping away at his good eye. kaeya will feel a sense of longing, as though there's someone dear he wishes to see again.]
So, what's the plan now? It doesn't seem like we have much time.
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it's made worse by the longing. the longing he can relate to in general, but this feels like it stretches further. he closes his eyes and takes a breath, aims to sooth, to draw his thoughts together to a pinprick away from the pain in his eye, in his skin, in his gut and soul. he has to. but rochalizo's longing and their shared pain is a persistent throb, which makes it difficult--not impossible, but... middling. rochalizo may feel the equivalent of a mental shoulder squeeze. he coughs out a bit. ]
Where's she going?
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behind them, a loud crash as the door crumbles inward. ]
You can't rest yet. If you do, you'll never leave, just like the people who live here.
[ shouting comes from down the hall, the scratching of claws on the stone floors. ]
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xie lian doesn't jump, as the door crashes in. he looks back to the group as a whole, letting the thundering of his heartbeat and the roar of his adrenaline lead the way. push through the memories. push through the pain. keep moving. keep going.
he's never been good at resting, anyway. ]
What about you?
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[they are? clearly in danger right now?
and again, memories flash.
rochalizo takes out his bow and arrow again, thankfully not fully damaged in the fire. (he'd hate to have to explain that to revali.) with the back of his hand, he tries to wipe the blood from his face, wincing as his wounds smart. he looks towards the hall, with grim determination.]
What do we do? If we're not yet trapped, then there must be a solution.
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kaeya holds to xie lian's sword firmly as he moves forward, feels the ache in his body entirely but knows that he's taken worse, albeit far better equipped than he is now. he lifts his head up. ]
Miss... how long have these people been down here?
[ he says, breathes in once, sharply, then out, as polaris shifts weakly into a small ermine and kaeya carefully places him into his satchel for safe keeping. daemon in a bag. ]
Why have they never been able to find their way back up...? [ quieter ] What does it even mean to be "hellbound"?
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And what the hell happened to the guy? It didn’t seem like any of you were surprised to see any of that.
[ the necklace is still in one hand, clutched by the chain rather than the pendant. as he keeps walking there are flickers of his own memories
pravda bumps lightly into his side, before shifting into her smallest form to scurry up and curl around his neck. her fur irritates the burns somewhat, but he’s grateful to have her there. ]
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[ like that will stop xie lian. to kaeya, she shakes her head. ]
No, there's a way up. [ she points down the next hall. ] They're just... afraid of what could happen. Most of them don't even remember why; it's all just fairy tales to them now.
[ well. she glances at the hall they came form, as the sounds come closer, the temperature starting to rise. ]
There's a failsafe, though, from a long time ago. So you need to go, now.
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as she finishes speaking, he looks at the hall. ]
...Are you sure? [ one last question, fussing. san lang looks unhappy, too, sniffing at the little girl as a qilin; xie lian looks to the rest of the group. ] We can take you with us.
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[but he'll wait for her response.]
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[ .... ]
Whether they're afraid of that or not.
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[ another rumble right on cue, and this one closer, as if to prove her point. ]
They're already here, so they'll abandon this part of the catacombs and go deeper in, but there's only so far they can run.
[ if any of the boys look back, they'll see the silhouette of a creature closing in on the room. still, she smiles. ]
Worry about yourselves first, okay? Before you're trapped here with the monsters. This way. [ she points down the hall again. ] And make sure they can't follow you.
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it's a long moment of holding still; his mouth opens and closes, like he wants to protest. the little girl's gentle smile sticks with him, though, stirring.
....xie lian lifts his burnt hands and reaches into his sleeve. somehow, still safe from the fire, a small, white flower rests in the bottom of the silk - it's as pure as snow, somehow almost looking like it's covered in dew drops - and reaches over to tuck it behind the little girl's ear. if she's not like, a ghost and see through i guess. ]
... By the Heaven's official blessing, no paths are bound.
[ his voice is soft as he says so, and with that, he lifts his head, determined, gazing to the others. san lang makes a soft whining noise, unhappy with leaving, but seems to steady himself, looking between each of the daemons and their burnt, crispy humans. ]
Come on. The last person through - let's collapse the tunnel behind.
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(all the more reason he has to help them, when he returns home.)
he glances back, before at xie lian and the others. is kaeya's dragon still active... if not, then—]
I can bring down the tunnel with my gun. [what kind of gun is that] Given that I'm the only one with a long range weapon, I might as well watch the rear, just in case.
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[ he doesn't seem happy about leaving a bunch of people behind here. especially after the girl said so herself -- they'll run out of places to run, eventually. and then there'll be a lot of danger between them and the surface. ]
If that's the route we're going here.
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I told you there's a failsafe. If you make it to the room on the left, you'll find it.
[ and with that, time is up. the first monster makes it to the room, immediately lurching for the four men faster than any creature that twisted and pained should be capable of. having brought up the rear, yuri is the first one within reach, and it thrusts a claw directly into his lower back, burning from the inside.
a second and third follow close behind. better get moving, boys. ]
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the golden sheen catches his eye, and -- there's just a moment of realization. eyes a little wide, xie lian looks at her.
... but there's no time to process. the monster comes running, and it all happens in a flash - xie lian gasps a - ] Yuri!
[ and san lang immediately snarls and roars, running to grab pravda in case she reels from the injury, and starting to hurry back to their tunnel as asked. we've got a plan, so he won't be the last one in this time, but seems to have every intention of fighting off whatever monster he has to fight off, even unarmed so that rochalizo can have his badass gun ready to blow the tunnel in once they're inside - he strikes at the closest of the monsters with a powerful kick and starts moving backwards. ]
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Run! Kaeya—get Yuri!
[if he needs the help. rochalizo kind of suspects everyone here is a stubborn asshole.
but he backs up into the tunnel, pointing his gun at the entrance ceiling. there really isn't much time here, given that they can't let the monsters get in (this one might be inevitable, if it's already caught up, but at the very least, he has to stop the second and third—); thankfully, he doesn't need to aim much for this.
once the others make it through, he turns the hourglass on his gun to its side, before he pulls the trigger. rather than any kind of bullet, however, it fires... basically a giant laser beam. i'm on my work laptop right now so you have to deal with shitty youtube screenshots]
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at the shout from rochalizo, kaeya will immediately nod, moving to grab yuri quickly as he watches the creatures clamber forward. he doesn't need to be told any faster. he darts in quickly, fang xin drawn as he aims to sever the creature's hand quickly. you use it, you lose it, but he's aching at this point as he draws yuri in towards his chest, grip firm partially to staunch any remaining bloodflow that may have not been cauterized. ]
Hang in there... [ he murmurs. what he wouldn't give for his vision, for ice to soothe the burn. he keeps yuri's body turned away from the flames before he makes a very hasty retreat with his body as yuri's shield.
cool laser beam, rocha. ]
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well xie lian will feel that -- the sharp pain of the stab in his lower back and the immediate scauling burn that follows. yuri grits his teeth so hard he can feel his jaw creak, and his immediate reaction is to flip dein nomos to his other hand and make a swipe at the claw that stabbed him. but kaeya gets there first, so he just ends up staggering back a little before kaeya swoops him up.
pravda is already out of range, guided to safety by san lang. she limps a little, and keeps looking back to try and see yuri and make sure he's okay, but eventually she will keep moving forward, at yuri's own urging. ]
Don't have anything else to be doing--
[ other than escaping. let's go. ]
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rochalizo pulls the trigger, and the ceiling collapses behind them, showering them with dust.
but the monsters haven't given up yet, and as they flee, they'll hear the scratching of claws against the rock.
further down the hall, a room awaits on their left, lamps buzzing and flickering as the catacombs shudder around them. inside, it's a mess, dust and dirt and fragments of rock falling from the ceilings and walls. shattered glass covers the floor, and among it all - a golden feather peeking out of a folded wallet, and a second lying under a small black box bearing a switch, both covered in Dust and dirt. ]
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the image of that little girl, smiling, aches in his heart as they rush out, and he finds himself gripping that little keychain a little tighter and offering all the support he can to stumble the four of them into the room itself.
it feels quieter here, even with the world about to fall. xie lian hurries into the room, already grabbing the silk at the edge of his robe sleeve and tearing off a huge strip that isn't burnt to cinders, bringing it to kaeya and yuri as quickly as possible and shoving his hand against yuri's injury to put some pressure on it, trying to stem the bleeding. ] Here - here, take this.
[ there's that, at least. panting for breath and still bleeding in his own right, xie lian turns to check the surroundings, and ends up going for the wallet. he has no idea what that black box is, so he'll leave that to someone with a slightly better grasp on technology, instead picking up the folded wallet as carefully as he can, instead. is it a dusty golden feather? ]
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but now that they have even a moment, rochalizo pauses to catch his breath. ugh, he really can't keep this up forever. still, as he holsters his gun and switches to his bow again, with his other hand pressed against his face to stem some of the bleeding, he goes over to the black box.
meanwhile, philia turns into a baby bear and curls up into itself, as if for protection.]
... Better hurry with your wounds. I doubt we have much time, still. [he picks up the second feather, before looking back at the box.] Is this...?
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[ the words leave his lips as he takes the torn cloth, making sure that yuri's wound is tied fast and tight before rising to his feet. he'll make sure yuri is comfortable, leaned up maybe against something and with one last careful touch to the arm, he moves over towards where rochalizo, taking a page out of xie lian's book and tearing at his shirt quickly (it's not even sexy). his right hand is singed from fingertip to shoulder, but it doesn't mean he can't spare the rest. the two-way ache of their eyes is piercing, distracting to the point where kaeya can't stop rubbing at his own so!
he'll gesture, let me see your face and if allowed! will tie the cloth fast and quick around rochalizo's eye, his touch gentle and expert, concern building in his chest. his dark right eye is unblinking while the other is sharp, glancing then towards the device. he's in pain and his brain is still all business until he can breathe fresh air again. polaris snuffles in his bag softly. ]
We'll get the rest of it taken care of when we're topside. [ we will make it topside. ] I think... this is our only option here. [ looking back to the black box, taking the feather beneath it and shaking out the dust just a bit. ] The girl said this was from long ago, but I'm assuming it should still work... whatever it is.
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