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.]
[the guard that is attempting to use magic doesn't quite make it. yjh shoots, and hits - she drops like a bag of bricks just as she starts the spell. the room roars with flame for a split second, and everybody is hit with a lash of fire. you all get third degree burns, except for susato, who is currently having an existential crisis.
down goes another guard, as sholmes whacks them with his 18. bra gun. yjh manages to take out another one, and then -
as the mist explodes around them from sholmes's gun, the remaining guards all drop like flies. nanaly rolls off into the mist first, but as she does, she feels a sharp pain in her back. all across her back, actually, as glass shards suddenly shoot into her. it might be hard to see exactly where they came from, considering the mist. but! she does manage to get down towards the basement stairs and she can continue going, if she wants.
in the basement proper, the boy looks at susato. his wings shiver.]
[ It's that brief second when she first gets to the floor that she notices that girl from the prison wagon down there too, motionless, and feels an inexplicable pang of regret... though she doesn't have a clue who that girl is and hadn't thought her anything but strange before this moment.
It's fine. She can't focus on that when this whole situation is such a damn mess, so she pushes it to the back of her mind and rolls over to the stairs and comes away from it as some kind of glass stegosaurus. Eh. She'll deal with that in a bit.
(Congrats, Winslow, all witnesses to your failure are now dead, your reputation (?????) is safe.)
But finally... she's in the basement, and starts down that hall. ]
[The treasure he's after, the treasure they're all supposed to be paid off from. And she. . . she really needs the money. But she doesn't want to leave someone else in a cage, either.]
We need to get you out of here, quickly. [The others are coming and - they will want their share of the money. She will go check the lock. Is it something she can pick? Does she have a key with her uniform and items?]
[ Well. Once he pulls on a gas mask, Joonghyuk also aims to shoot Sholmes in the head. This is my test to see how much Crystal wants Sholmes to live. ]
[Well! Everything hurts! Everything sucks. Maybe he'll take a leaf out of Van Ziek's book and be a Karen about this late. Except, well, he has no idea who Van Zieks is, and he's just trying to just run a heist? You guys?]
[Something is coming at him in the fog. He knows the whistling of bullets well. He lives and breathes them. So his end is coming, huh.]
[Sholmes just turns, smiling. Everything is hurting. But he's a sharpshooter. A gunslinger.]
[He doesn't need a gun to shoot a bullet.]
[He winks, and makes a finger-gun, whispering under his breath:]
[nanaly might notice that the girl from the prison wagon still hasn't moved, as well. she's curled up, shivering a little, amidst a bunch of bodies. but - off she goes, down the hallway.
she'll see the same thing as susato did - four cells, with four possibly familiar faces. and as she passes the first one, the young man with silver hair and tan skin, she gets a burst of memories - a small town, a temple, a small city where she grew up. they feel like hers, but not. like a distant dream she had, once. and then everything is normal again, she's herself. isn't she?
loni stares at her, leaning heavily against the bars. he's gaunt, starved. tired. he doesn't say anything, though.
upstairs - the mist hasn't cleared, but - nanaly, and maybe susato, too, will hear the distant BANG as another gun goes off. for a split second, right before the ka-pow, yjh gets a flash of memories himself, of a carriage, a young man with dark hair -- things from a life not his own, but familiar. and then - the bullet hits.
yoo joonghyuk is dead.
however, there was that fire, earlier? and sholmes might hear a hissing sound coming from around where yjh's body is. hm. might want to run.
meanwhile!
jurda seems... surprised? when susato says they have to get him out. he doesn't move from his spot, just pulls his arms and legs in closer to his body, watching her nervously. the gunshots above get him to glance up, but he doesn't say anything quite yet. the cell itself doesn't seem to have a locking mechanism so much as it has a touch pad on the side. closer inspection seems to reveal that it's a handprint sensor. an ID card from someone with clearance will also work, it seems.
[ Oh, that's... hm. Somehow she feels like that life that isn't hers, that she can almost touch but doesn't come close to grasping, would have been a lot better than this one. And that strangely familiar man who seems to have set this all off...
...Well, to be honest, she feels like if she were seeing him under better circumstances, she'd probably want to punch him, even if she doesn't know why. But as it is, seeing him in this miserable shape makes her chest hurt.
Or maybe that's just the bullet graze and the burns.
She turns away from him, and looks back toward the stairs again; after that flash of an unknown town that played through her mind, full of happy kids, that girl up there comes to mind again, and she starts to wonder if maybe she should have gone back up to check instead-- but she doesn't, and then there's another gunshot.
[She doesn't trust any of them, but at the moment she doesn't have much of a choice. Turning around.]
Nanaly! Does that magic change your handprint, too? Can you try it? Or - the ID?
[She'll let Nanaly give that a try, but in the meantime she's running again, trying to cautiously poke her head up from the stairs. Are there any dead guards on the ground she could get to without getting in danger?]
[Sholmes hears the hissing, and though every inch of his skin feels like its aching from the burn, he's making a mad dash to the opening of the stairs to just. Throw himself forward into a barrel roll to get down the stairs as quickly as he can. He will be banged up, but. IT'S BETTER THAT THAN TO BLOW UP.]
[susato turns and runs down the hall, and jurda puts his hand on the bars. there's a sharp snap of electricity, and he lets out a wounded noise before pulling back.
there's a little buzz of energy that strikes all of them. adrenaline, maybe. another whisper, more urgent: help me. a little more desperate.
nanaly heads down the hall - whatever she's going to do, jurda will watch her from his cell, twitching.
as for upstairs, well - susato looks just in time to see sholmes barrel roll his way down the stairs as the world kind of just... explodes. they're decently far enough from it, but it will absolutely blow them backwards down the stairs, likely hard enough to break some bones if they don't land right. the blonde guard from earlier also rattles his way down the stairs after them, super dead.
[ The sound of her name helps shake her out of her thoughts, and she looks up, blinking. ]
Ah... yeah, I've got the ID still.
[ She doesn't get a chance to ask why before all this is happening... at least she's probably far enough down the hall at this point to avoid getting thrown back with as much force as the ones near the stairs?
Whenever she recovers from that, she approaches the kid in the last cell, gauging him quietly for a moment... and failing to consider that she currently looks like a guard he might have had the displeasure of meeting before. ]
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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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down goes another guard, as sholmes whacks them with his 18. bra gun. yjh manages to take out another one, and then -
as the mist explodes around them from sholmes's gun, the remaining guards all drop like flies. nanaly rolls off into the mist first, but as she does, she feels a sharp pain in her back. all across her back, actually, as glass shards suddenly shoot into her. it might be hard to see exactly where they came from, considering the mist. but! she does manage to get down towards the basement stairs and she can continue going, if she wants.
in the basement proper, the boy looks at susato. his wings shiver.]
... That's my name.
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It's fine. She can't focus on that when this whole situation is such a damn mess, so she pushes it to the back of her mind and rolls over to the stairs and comes away from it as some kind of glass stegosaurus. Eh. She'll deal with that in a bit.
(Congrats, Winslow, all witnesses to your failure are now dead, your reputation (?????) is safe.)
But finally... she's in the basement, and starts down that hall. ]
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[The treasure he's after, the treasure they're all supposed to be paid off from. And she. . . she really needs the money. But she doesn't want to leave someone else in a cage, either.]
We need to get you out of here, quickly. [The others are coming and - they will want their share of the money. She will go check the lock. Is it something she can pick? Does she have a key with her uniform and items?]
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[Something is coming at him in the fog. He knows the whistling of bullets well. He lives and breathes them. So his end is coming, huh.]
[Sholmes just turns, smiling. Everything is hurting. But he's a sharpshooter. A gunslinger.]
[He doesn't need a gun to shoot a bullet.]
[He winks, and makes a finger-gun, whispering under his breath:]
Ka-pow.
[And just like that, the bullet stops in mid-air, and reverses at mach speed to slam directly into YJH's forehead.]
[I hate everything.]
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she'll see the same thing as susato did - four cells, with four possibly familiar faces. and as she passes the first one, the young man with silver hair and tan skin, she gets a burst of memories - a small town, a temple, a small city where she grew up. they feel like hers, but not. like a distant dream she had, once. and then everything is normal again, she's herself. isn't she?
loni stares at her, leaning heavily against the bars. he's gaunt, starved. tired. he doesn't say anything, though.
upstairs - the mist hasn't cleared, but - nanaly, and maybe susato, too, will hear the distant BANG as another gun goes off. for a split second, right before the ka-pow, yjh gets a flash of memories himself, of a carriage, a young man with dark hair -- things from a life not his own, but familiar. and then - the bullet hits.
yoo joonghyuk is dead.
however, there was that fire, earlier? and sholmes might hear a hissing sound coming from around where yjh's body is. hm. might want to run.
meanwhile!
jurda seems... surprised? when susato says they have to get him out. he doesn't move from his spot, just pulls his arms and legs in closer to his body, watching her nervously. the gunshots above get him to glance up, but he doesn't say anything quite yet. the cell itself doesn't seem to have a locking mechanism so much as it has a touch pad on the side. closer inspection seems to reveal that it's a handprint sensor. an ID card from someone with clearance will also work, it seems.
a pause, and then jurda leans forward.]
Do you - do you have magic, ma'am?
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...Well, to be honest, she feels like if she were seeing him under better circumstances, she'd probably want to punch him, even if she doesn't know why. But as it is, seeing him in this miserable shape makes her chest hurt.
Or maybe that's just the bullet graze and the burns.
She turns away from him, and looks back toward the stairs again; after that flash of an unknown town that played through her mind, full of happy kids, that girl up there comes to mind again, and she starts to wonder if maybe she should have gone back up to check instead-- but she doesn't, and then there's another gunshot.
...She continues down the hall. ]
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[She doesn't trust any of them, but at the moment she doesn't have much of a choice. Turning around.]
Nanaly! Does that magic change your handprint, too? Can you try it? Or - the ID?
[She'll let Nanaly give that a try, but in the meantime she's running again, trying to cautiously poke her head up from the stairs. Are there any dead guards on the ground she could get to without getting in danger?]
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[That isn't good.]
[Sholmes hears the hissing, and though every inch of his skin feels like its aching from the burn, he's making a mad dash to the opening of the stairs to just. Throw himself forward into a barrel roll to get down the stairs as quickly as he can. He will be banged up, but. IT'S BETTER THAT THAN TO BLOW UP.]
[alexa play rolling girl by miku]
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there's a little buzz of energy that strikes all of them. adrenaline, maybe. another whisper, more urgent: help me. a little more desperate.
nanaly heads down the hall - whatever she's going to do, jurda will watch her from his cell, twitching.
as for upstairs, well - susato looks just in time to see sholmes barrel roll his way down the stairs as the world kind of just... explodes. they're decently far enough from it, but it will absolutely blow them backwards down the stairs, likely hard enough to break some bones if they don't land right. the blonde guard from earlier also rattles his way down the stairs after them, super dead.
and that's about when the alarm goes off!]
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[ The sound of her name helps shake her out of her thoughts, and she looks up, blinking. ]
Ah... yeah, I've got the ID still.
[ She doesn't get a chance to ask why before all this is happening... at least she's probably far enough down the hall at this point to avoid getting thrown back with as much force as the ones near the stairs?
Whenever she recovers from that, she approaches the kid in the last cell, gauging him quietly for a moment... and failing to consider that she currently looks like a guard he might have had the displeasure of meeting before. ]
What's your deal?
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