[nanaslow leads the prisoners off back towards cellblock three! she's doing a really good job of fitting in here, and nobody seems to pay much attention to her out of a desire to not get winked at.
... and then sholmes and yjh out here causing a scene. we'll come back to them, but first:
susato is trying to be stealthy... and like, she is! she manages to get to the staircase without issue, mostly because of the uniform she's wearing. except she rolled a 7, so - as she heads down the stairs to the basement, she runs right into that tall blonde guard from before. he scowls down at her, grabbing her by the shoulder to both steady her and keep her in place.]
... What are you doing down here? You definitely don't have clearance to be here.
[oops.
meanwhile, back upstairs, the outburst is turning some heads. most of the guards are kind of just like eh, not my problem, but a few shift, hands on their weapons.
the other two prisoners from the station seem strange. they're both very, very quiet, and pliant. when they're told to move, they move, shuffling along after nanaslow. their eyes seem lifeless. but when one of the guards close by shifts and rests a hand on his gun, the brown haired man reaches for sholmes, holding the back of his shirt, and the purple haired girl reaches for joonghyuk's hand, even with her own cuffed.
[He's distracted by the man's hand on his back, glancing over his shoulder - what is this guy's deal? He grits his teeth, looking back, but he'll ignore him for now.]
Hardly not! I'd say you are...perhaps...maybe I should put you lower on the list, for your excessively terrible attitude! You're never any fun at parties. And...yes! Certainly!
What, did you forget to mute them again? [he asks, annoyed.] Where's your device?
[shomes is still in his crossdressing outfit, i've realized, so this is just very good. what a performance. the two of them snap at each other, and when one of the guards is questioned, she blinks.]
... Uhh. [she looks between yjh and sholmes.] Well, uh, he's pretty? You're not bad, though. I think it's pretty subjective. I'm more into the tall dark and handsome types.
[the two prisoners haven't let go. in fact, they both grip a little more tightly.]
[ To be honest, he’s pleased by both compliments, actually, but seeing that some guards are just doing their own thing… ]
I’M NOT INTERESTED IN MEN!
[ Yeah, that should be loud enough to hear throughout the building. Sholmes, still the target. ]
AND IT’S YOUR FAULT WE’RE IN HERE!
[ Sorry, Rika, he actually doesn’t have friends in the game, so he shakes her off and “attacks” Nanaslow. Even if his hands are cuffed, he maneuvers himself to hassle her head between his arms. Breaking someone’s neck isn’t hard for him.
This is the distraction, I guess. He will try to make it realistic, but try not to go too far so Nanaly can stay safe. Threats first. ]
Release us and I’ll let this useless twink playboy go.
[And....uh-oh. There he goes. Sholmes startles by the action, before shaking his head and trying to move forward - except the other prisoner is still holding onto him.]
Let go of me-! [He turns his attention back to YJH, trying to tug out of the other's grip.] Are you certifiably INSANE?! What are you doing? Let him go-!! And, I'm sorry, but get your eyes checked! He's clearly bordering on twunk-!!!
there's no mute button or device in nanaly's pockets, weirdly enough. maybe it got lost? or maybe winslow never had one. either way, the guard sort of just looks annoyed by the fact that there's a hot or not conversation going on. he doesn't say anything yet, but he does pull a gun out of the holster and watch sholmes and yjh argue.
as susato is going upstairs, she'll hear a very faint help me, whispered quietly at the back of her mind. the blonde guard follows her up the stairs, right behind her on her heels. the stairs are pretty steep. watch your step.
and then stuff starts to go wild!
the purple haired girl gets knocked to the floor, and she just... stays there? she's just there, silent. the brown haired man is also shaken off away from sholmes, but he doesn't drop anywhere. his fingers twitch. his whole body twitches. it looks almost like he's fighting something on the inside.
all four of you, at this point, can hear the whisper in the back of your mind. help me. help me.
this distraction means that all of the guards are now on high alert, shouting as they pull out weapons. someone shouts for yjh to let go of winslow, someone else shouts to just shoot him - but they're reluctant, considering technically winslow is one of their own.
either way, there are now around fifteen guards pointing guns at yjh and sholmes and nanaly. help me, help me.]
Anyway, she didn't fucking sign up for this part, and she would be kneeing Joonghyuk in the balls right now in the ultimate betrayal of her current appearance if her neck wasn't a concern.
Instead she's just giving that guard who said to shoot a very hard stare from beneath this arm!! Rude?? ]
[Hmm, well, this has gone very bad. She looks at the three of them, trying to think of what to do next, when she hears that voice in the back of her mind. Somehow that feels more pressing to some part of her. So she is just going to try to slip away from blonde guard in the chaos and go bolting down the stairs, using her acrobatics to mostly stick to the walls and dark places.
She just has to trust the three of them to be able to handle this, right?]
[ What... is that voice? Confusion passes through him, but he shakes it off.
He looks over to Sholmes and like... I guess bats his eyelashes twice very fast as a Cue. Try to talk him down. Use your sweet honey voice. Right now, he will be into men. ]
To think you would risk one of your own and shoot. That's just a gamble to see who will die.
[ Compared to like. Letting them go. DO NOT SHOOT NANASLOW. ]
[Sholmes narrows his eyes, the tension of the scene stifling in the span of a few seconds, what with all these guns. He glances around - the girl on the ground, the man behind him. That's...unusual. But the last thing he wants, even as a sharpshooter, is have to be in the middle of a bullet storm.]
[He catches the fast blink of his partner, and shakes his head. More acting! SURE. HE'D BETTER BE GETTING AN OSCAR FOR THIS.]
Come on. Come now. [And he steps just a bit closer, holding down his cuffed hands to show the guards that he's not planning on making any action.] My dear...we're already in this trap. Don't make things worse for yourself. I...I couldn't bear to lose you. We did this together, you and I. Listen to reason, and let him go. For me, yes?
[the speech that sholmes gives is very touching, and very sweet. for a second, it looks like things might calm down.
and then a lot of things happen all at once.
first off, the guard that nanaly stares at? seizes up. he drops his gun, and clutches at his heart, choking, before dropping to his knees. the other guards all look very alarmed, and they start shouting again - some of them drop their guns and run to the first guard's side, but two others aren't having it.]
Magic! [shouts one of them angrily, and turns the gun on nanaly and yjh. the second one turns a gun on sholmes.
but before they can shoot, the brown haired prisoner sort of... stiffens, and then immediately lets out a noise. an angry, anguished, pained noise, with a dash of fury. he seems to almost rip himself out of invisible bindings, and throws himself at the guard that has a gun pointed at sholmes. startled, the guard stumbles backwards, and there's a loud BANG as the gun goes off.
this is immediately followed by the guy with the gun aimed at nanaly and yjh just shooting wildly at them.
so there's that chaos.
susato, on the other hand, finds there aren't any guards down here, for the most part! there was one, but he ran past her and up the stairs. she's now standing in a corridor, with a bunch of cells.
at the very end of the corridor is a slightly caved in wall. there's a dripping sound coming from somewhere. there are cells on either side of the hallway. two on one side, three on the other. the bars of each cell are glowing slightly, a shimmery gold.
the map that they'd seen earlier had indicated that the Jurda would be at the end of this hallway.
[ Maybe she should have picked a guard people didn't feel so okay about shooting at after all! She's just going to take advantage of this shitty position she's in and attempt to keep Joonghyuk in between her and the bullets, sorry???? ]
[She is going to book it down to the end of the hallway. It's feeling more and more important to get there. She will cast a glance, as she runs by, at the cells with gold bars, but only a passing glance.]
[ damn, to think yjh would have fallen for that gay moment.
Hello? He will not be holding onto her when the BULLETS are flying. There is a sharp use your magic as he props a desk for cover. Whether company will join, who knows. He isn't going to drag anyone in. I will say that he will have some bullets scrape by and there will be blood, but no bullets in him for now.
[What is...with that prisoner? Sholmes stares, mouth agape.]
Who in the-
[And just like that, a piercing pain hits his left shoulder from one of the bullets, blood spurting out. Sholmes lets out a cry - the shot sends him stumbling back, tripping over the purple-haired girl on the ground as he then topples to the ground. It hurts. It really hurts. What the HELL. WORST HEIST EVER. RATED 0/10 ON YELP.]
first, nanaly attempts to use joonghyuk as a bullet shield. he does, in fact, get grazed by bullets - one across his cheek, and one across his shoulder. nanaly, as well, gets a graze - across the torso, scraping her ribs. all of these wounds bleed pretty terribly, but it's okay, they're not fatal. it's weird, though - as joonghyuk scrambles for a desk, a bullet comes out of nowhere and hits him in the leg. goes right through! it's enough, probably, to make walking sort of difficult.
there are bullets everywhere, a man is having a heart attack, and it's weird, because the guy shooting the gun seems to have little to no control over where his bullets are going. one bullet snipes clean through a guard's head, another takes one out in the gut, and pretty soon there are maybe like five guards still standing. with a fifteen, yjh can steal a gun off one of these dead guards if he wants. he should probably act fast! because the remaining ones are shooting at the desk he's hiding behind.
one of the guards, the woman who had participated in hot or not, shakes her hands out - the air starts to get hot around her, and a lamp nearby flickers and explodes as she seems to draw the power from it.
outside, there's the sound of wolves howling.
the brown-haired prisoner is curled up on his side nearby. a puddle of blood is slowly forming under him. the purple haired girl is also still on the ground, completely still. from his vantage point, sholmes can likely see the brown haired prisoner's face, and for a moment, his world turns upside down. he gets flashes of a courtroom, of a life not his, of his hand being held, and then -- no. no, that's not right. that's not his life. right?
but he knows that the brown haired man's name is kotetsu. that sticks.
downstairs...
as susato runs past, she'll see people in the cells. first she sees a young man curled up against the golden bars, eyes dead and listless. she'll see another man sitting in the middle of his cell, staring down at his feet. she'll see a third man laying on his back near the bars in his cell, and finally - a fourth man, sitting against the wall in the fourth cell. and as she runs, she feels strange. dizzy, almost. an out of body experience, like she's watching herself run. for a moment, she'll get flashes of memories that don't feel like hers - a court, the streets of london, the streets of japan - and then she's her again. she's who she's always been. right?
the final cell has one last person in it. a teenager, with bright gold eyes, and, most notably, wings. broken, smashed angel wings, limp and wilted, coming out of his back. he blinks at susato, and then:]
[ Mm, well, that hurts like a bitch!! She could dive behind the desk too, but it's going to be harder to get up and run from there if she needs to, and the stairs are right there.
--All right, if we're down to five guards now, she's going to take her chances and just like, roll across the floor under the majority of the bullet fire and try to reach the stairs to run down to the basement.
[What is this? What is this? She does stop after all. She sees flashes of another life, she sees - a passing acquaintance and a boy, and a warm, friendly feeling. And she sees - that man - that's what family feels like, isn't it? She remembers the sight of a corpse earlier, a red band around his head, and she feels it again. Her family? Could it be? But after a moment, the feeling fades; it's only an illusion or wishful thinking, right? She can't remember, precisely, the faces of the people she would call family. Perhaps that man resembles them in some way, but she can see that he's a stranger now. Still, she feels a strange hollowness.
And then there in the cell is a boy. She feels sympathy for him, too. She knows what it feels like, to be trapped.]
Who are you? [. . .] The Jurda, do you know what it is?
[ Wow! Thanks! Joonghyuk grits his teeth when the pain shoots up his leg, but focuses on the remaining guards. With a quick check to see how many bullets are left, he shoots first at the guard that tries to use magic, aiming at the head. The one shooting wildly can continue until they run out of bullets. ]
Herlock Sholmes!
[ YOUR? SHARPSHOOTING SKILLS? Joonghyuk doesn't get to have conflicting emotions right now because he wants to survive...
However, he does look down to the blood dropping down on to the floor, red and then something more ink-like. It forms letters, but he doesn't even try to read them right now. ]
[The man is bleeding out. This man who he doesn't know...but he does, somehow, he does. There's a warmth in his hand. And a memory of dancing in a courtroom, the pain in his shoulder so reminiscent of a phantom wound in his abdomen -]
K-K...K....
[He reaches out...and just like that, the world reverts itself. What. What is he doing? Who is this person?]
Damn it.
[And he's pulling out a whole gun from his bra. Yeah. He might still be handcuffed, but he has at least enough movement to shoot a couple of bullets at a few of the remaining guards. I rolled a 18. He. Really is a sharpshooter. Sholmes sighs, flicking the cylinder. Yes. This one should do.]
Alright! I'll make some cover! Hold on--!!
[He shoots it into the air, and it explodes into a large cloud of dense fog. It'll only last a few minutes, but he's already groaning as he stands up, shoulder aching as he tries to move to the stairs with the cover of fog hiding him. He has to move, before it gets worse. He does NOT want to be shot again, THANK YOU.]
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... and then sholmes and yjh out here causing a scene. we'll come back to them, but first:
susato is trying to be stealthy... and like, she is! she manages to get to the staircase without issue, mostly because of the uniform she's wearing. except she rolled a 7, so - as she heads down the stairs to the basement, she runs right into that tall blonde guard from before. he scowls down at her, grabbing her by the shoulder to both steady her and keep her in place.]
... What are you doing down here? You definitely don't have clearance to be here.
[oops.
meanwhile, back upstairs, the outburst is turning some heads. most of the guards are kind of just like eh, not my problem, but a few shift, hands on their weapons.
the other two prisoners from the station seem strange. they're both very, very quiet, and pliant. when they're told to move, they move, shuffling along after nanaslow. their eyes seem lifeless. but when one of the guards close by shifts and rests a hand on his gun, the brown haired man reaches for sholmes, holding the back of his shirt, and the purple haired girl reaches for joonghyuk's hand, even with her own cuffed.
they refuse to look up from the floor, though.]
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[ Kind of a half-assed attempt at reining things in, to look like they're doing their job but not necessarily to actually stop the commotion--
Which, uh, it looks like the creepy other prisoners are kind of doing anyway? What is going on with these guys. ]
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I . . . One of our prisoners was bitten by a wolf. I was supposed to go find someone to take a look at the bite?
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You changed your mind so quickly. Who were you going to say is the most attractive man, anyway? The man latching onto you?
We should let the guards decide. Put it to a vote.
[ AS IF GUARDS WOULD PLAY HOT OR NOT. ]
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[He's distracted by the man's hand on his back, glancing over his shoulder - what is this guy's deal? He grits his teeth, looking back, but he'll ignore him for now.]
Hardly not! I'd say you are...perhaps...maybe I should put you lower on the list, for your excessively terrible attitude! You're never any fun at parties. And...yes! Certainly!
[He gestures at the guards.]
Who's more handsome? Him, or I?
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Go back upstairs. I'll follow.
[as for the others!
one of the other guards speaks up to nanaly:]
What, did you forget to mute them again? [he asks, annoyed.] Where's your device?
[shomes is still in his crossdressing outfit, i've realized, so this is just very good. what a performance. the two of them snap at each other, and when one of the guards is questioned, she blinks.]
... Uhh. [she looks between yjh and sholmes.] Well, uh, he's pretty? You're not bad, though. I think it's pretty subjective. I'm more into the tall dark and handsome types.
[the two prisoners haven't let go. in fact, they both grip a little more tightly.]
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She rubs the side of her neck sheepishly. ]
Ahaha... yeah, my bad. I could've sworn I...
[ Feeling around in her pockets?? well thank god she's got this TOPLESS MERMAID on hand
Maybe she can just distract from this by hopping in on the Hot or Not convo... ]
Hey, if either of you knocked on my door...
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Sorry about that.
[Maybe a bigger distraction, guys?]
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I’M NOT INTERESTED IN MEN!
[ Yeah, that should be loud enough to hear throughout the building. Sholmes, still the target. ]
AND IT’S YOUR FAULT WE’RE IN HERE!
[ Sorry, Rika, he actually doesn’t have friends in the game, so he shakes her off and “attacks” Nanaslow. Even if his hands are cuffed, he maneuvers himself to hassle her head between his arms. Breaking someone’s neck isn’t hard for him.
This is the distraction, I guess. He will try to make it realistic, but try not to go too far so Nanaly can stay safe. Threats first. ]
Release us and I’ll let this useless twink playboy go.
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[And....uh-oh. There he goes. Sholmes startles by the action, before shaking his head and trying to move forward - except the other prisoner is still holding onto him.]
Let go of me-! [He turns his attention back to YJH, trying to tug out of the other's grip.] Are you certifiably INSANE?! What are you doing? Let him go-!! And, I'm sorry, but get your eyes checked! He's clearly bordering on twunk-!!!
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there's no mute button or device in nanaly's pockets, weirdly enough. maybe it got lost? or maybe winslow never had one. either way, the guard sort of just looks annoyed by the fact that there's a hot or not conversation going on. he doesn't say anything yet, but he does pull a gun out of the holster and watch sholmes and yjh argue.
as susato is going upstairs, she'll hear a very faint help me, whispered quietly at the back of her mind. the blonde guard follows her up the stairs, right behind her on her heels. the stairs are pretty steep. watch your step.
and then stuff starts to go wild!
the purple haired girl gets knocked to the floor, and she just... stays there? she's just there, silent. the brown haired man is also shaken off away from sholmes, but he doesn't drop anywhere. his fingers twitch. his whole body twitches. it looks almost like he's fighting something on the inside.
all four of you, at this point, can hear the whisper in the back of your mind. help me. help me.
this distraction means that all of the guards are now on high alert, shouting as they pull out weapons. someone shouts for yjh to let go of winslow, someone else shouts to just shoot him - but they're reluctant, considering technically winslow is one of their own.
either way, there are now around fifteen guards pointing guns at yjh and sholmes and nanaly. help me, help me.]
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Anyway, she didn't fucking sign up for this part, and she would be kneeing Joonghyuk in the balls right now in the ultimate betrayal of her current appearance if her neck wasn't a concern.
Instead she's just giving that guard who said to shoot a very hard stare from beneath this arm!! Rude?? ]
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She just has to trust the three of them to be able to handle this, right?]
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He looks over to Sholmes and like... I guess bats his eyelashes twice very fast as a Cue. Try to talk him down. Use your sweet honey voice. Right now, he will be into men. ]
To think you would risk one of your own and shoot. That's just a gamble to see who will die.
[ Compared to like. Letting them go. DO NOT SHOOT NANASLOW. ]
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[Sholmes narrows his eyes, the tension of the scene stifling in the span of a few seconds, what with all these guns. He glances around - the girl on the ground, the man behind him. That's...unusual. But the last thing he wants, even as a sharpshooter, is have to be in the middle of a bullet storm.]
[He catches the fast blink of his partner, and shakes his head. More acting! SURE. HE'D BETTER BE GETTING AN OSCAR FOR THIS.]
Come on. Come now. [And he steps just a bit closer, holding down his cuffed hands to show the guards that he's not planning on making any action.] My dear...we're already in this trap. Don't make things worse for yourself. I...I couldn't bear to lose you. We did this together, you and I. Listen to reason, and let him go. For me, yes?
[He tilts his head, eyes focused on YJH.]
Please. Don't leave me.
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and then a lot of things happen all at once.
first off, the guard that nanaly stares at? seizes up. he drops his gun, and clutches at his heart, choking, before dropping to his knees. the other guards all look very alarmed, and they start shouting again - some of them drop their guns and run to the first guard's side, but two others aren't having it.]
Magic! [shouts one of them angrily, and turns the gun on nanaly and yjh. the second one turns a gun on sholmes.
but before they can shoot, the brown haired prisoner sort of... stiffens, and then immediately lets out a noise. an angry, anguished, pained noise, with a dash of fury. he seems to almost rip himself out of invisible bindings, and throws himself at the guard that has a gun pointed at sholmes. startled, the guard stumbles backwards, and there's a loud BANG as the gun goes off.
this is immediately followed by the guy with the gun aimed at nanaly and yjh just shooting wildly at them.
so there's that chaos.
susato, on the other hand, finds there aren't any guards down here, for the most part! there was one, but he ran past her and up the stairs. she's now standing in a corridor, with a bunch of cells.
at the very end of the corridor is a slightly caved in wall. there's a dripping sound coming from somewhere. there are cells on either side of the hallway. two on one side, three on the other. the bars of each cell are glowing slightly, a shimmery gold.
the map that they'd seen earlier had indicated that the Jurda would be at the end of this hallway.
help me, the voice says. louder. louder.]
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Hello? He will not be holding onto her when the BULLETS are flying. There is a sharp use your magic as he props a desk for cover. Whether company will join, who knows. He isn't going to drag anyone in. I will say that he will have some bullets scrape by and there will be blood, but no bullets in him for now.
Can he steal a gun? I rolled a 15. ]
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...Huh?
[What is...with that prisoner? Sholmes stares, mouth agape.]
Who in the-
[And just like that, a piercing pain hits his left shoulder from one of the bullets, blood spurting out. Sholmes lets out a cry - the shot sends him stumbling back, tripping over the purple-haired girl on the ground as he then topples to the ground. It hurts. It really hurts. What the HELL. WORST HEIST EVER. RATED 0/10 ON YELP.]
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first, nanaly attempts to use joonghyuk as a bullet shield. he does, in fact, get grazed by bullets - one across his cheek, and one across his shoulder. nanaly, as well, gets a graze - across the torso, scraping her ribs. all of these wounds bleed pretty terribly, but it's okay, they're not fatal. it's weird, though - as joonghyuk scrambles for a desk, a bullet comes out of nowhere and hits him in the leg. goes right through! it's enough, probably, to make walking sort of difficult.
there are bullets everywhere, a man is having a heart attack, and it's weird, because the guy shooting the gun seems to have little to no control over where his bullets are going. one bullet snipes clean through a guard's head, another takes one out in the gut, and pretty soon there are maybe like five guards still standing. with a fifteen, yjh can steal a gun off one of these dead guards if he wants. he should probably act fast! because the remaining ones are shooting at the desk he's hiding behind.
one of the guards, the woman who had participated in hot or not, shakes her hands out - the air starts to get hot around her, and a lamp nearby flickers and explodes as she seems to draw the power from it.
outside, there's the sound of wolves howling.
the brown-haired prisoner is curled up on his side nearby. a puddle of blood is slowly forming under him. the purple haired girl is also still on the ground, completely still. from his vantage point, sholmes can likely see the brown haired prisoner's face, and for a moment, his world turns upside down. he gets flashes of a courtroom, of a life not his, of his hand being held, and then -- no. no, that's not right. that's not his life. right?
but he knows that the brown haired man's name is kotetsu. that sticks.
downstairs...
as susato runs past, she'll see people in the cells. first she sees a young man curled up against the golden bars, eyes dead and listless. she'll see another man sitting in the middle of his cell, staring down at his feet. she'll see a third man laying on his back near the bars in his cell, and finally - a fourth man, sitting against the wall in the fourth cell. and as she runs, she feels strange. dizzy, almost. an out of body experience, like she's watching herself run. for a moment, she'll get flashes of memories that don't feel like hers - a court, the streets of london, the streets of japan - and then she's her again. she's who she's always been. right?
the final cell has one last person in it. a teenager, with bright gold eyes, and, most notably, wings. broken, smashed angel wings, limp and wilted, coming out of his back. he blinks at susato, and then:]
Help me.
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--All right, if we're down to five guards now, she's going to take her chances and just like, roll across the floor under the majority of the bullet fire and try to reach the stairs to run down to the basement.
It's just Winslow, let him leave!!!! ]
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And then there in the cell is a boy. She feels sympathy for him, too. She knows what it feels like, to be trapped.]
Who are you? [. . .] The Jurda, do you know what it is?
[She has a sinking feeling.]
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Herlock Sholmes!
[ YOUR? SHARPSHOOTING SKILLS? Joonghyuk doesn't get to have conflicting emotions right now because he wants to survive...
However, he does look down to the blood dropping down on to the floor, red and then something more ink-like. It forms letters, but he doesn't even try to read them right now. ]
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[The man is bleeding out. This man who he doesn't know...but he does, somehow, he does. There's a warmth in his hand. And a memory of dancing in a courtroom, the pain in his shoulder so reminiscent of a phantom wound in his abdomen -]
K-K...K....
[He reaches out...and just like that, the world reverts itself. What. What is he doing? Who is this person?]
Damn it.
[And he's pulling out a whole gun from his bra. Yeah. He might still be handcuffed, but he has at least enough movement to shoot a couple of bullets at a few of the remaining guards. I rolled a 18. He. Really is a sharpshooter. Sholmes sighs, flicking the cylinder. Yes. This one should do.]
Alright! I'll make some cover! Hold on--!!
[He shoots it into the air, and it explodes into a large cloud of dense fog. It'll only last a few minutes, but he's already groaning as he stands up, shoulder aching as he tries to move to the stairs with the cover of fog hiding him. He has to move, before it gets worse. He does NOT want to be shot again, THANK YOU.]
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