MISSION 2.C

[adsum]

Participants: Natsume, Komaeda, Hinata, Helena
Location: Fourth Floor
Date: 08/22 - 08/28

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Comments

[crystallomancy]

( you BITCH he's (rolls a dice real quick) falling yeah, hissing even though he's catching himself with his forearms. )

I'm going to throw sulfuric acid on you as soon as we have access to IT, I swear to GOD--

( sighs sorry everyone )

[decrypter]

[a loud thwack breaks between them, a very decided strike of the cane against the ground. while it doesn't have the same power it did before, it's the equivalent of a judge hitting their gavel, a door being slammed. it's also very attention getting at close range.

having recovered from her stumbling, it's been clear enough what she can hear from the childish scuffling that does nothing to solve their predicament - and really, infighting can wait until they're at least out of here. slap each other in your own time.]

Please, would you cut it out? We still have to find the exit.

[at least they haven't moved her to actually yelling. that'll be a rare day if it occurs.]

Come on, we have to keep moving.

[crystallomancy]

( —he jerks a little, quiets down, and then, after a moment: )

SorRY, A-san. ( but not sorry, komaeda. HE STARTED ITTTT would be his tone but he knows he's at fault here too.... even if komada DID start it........ ) We should continue lighting up our surrounDINGS.

( ............he's kicking komaeda off his legs, so not much in the way of deliberate hurting but if he gets hurt then that's just how it happens, natsume just wants to stand up again so he can get to work on smacking more little lights and disappearing their tiredness :/ )

[commences]

I'm sorry for (E)S-kun...

( ensemble stars-kun. komaeda sighs as he's shaken (but not stirred) off by natsume's attempts. even though he did start it, it beats letting drowsiness take over them within this odd abyss. whenever the idol gets to his feet, komaeda follows suit albeit slowly — he is a sick adult, you know! a hand rests on his stomach where the other hit, and he chuckles softly before hinata has a chance to get on him for his actions. )

Of course, trash like me only knows to ruin things... sighs...

( is that good enough for an apology? he even bows his head despite helena can't even see him, so that's an accomplishment. )

Hmm... if you suggest crushing more of the lights... ( since helena's the party leader, he directs his inquiry towards her: ) I can go up further to see how many I can kill if that's fine with you?

( he's going to listen just this once. )

[adsum]

[ Smacking people's asses may or may not be productive, but every time one of them extinguishes a light, they can see and feel their surroundings change. The ground becomes uneven, full of gnarls, something slick and wet curls around their ankles from the darkness but pulls away as they walk by. The air becomes chilly, with a sticky dampness that clings to the skin and squeezes on the lungs. The movement in their periphery slows and speeds up simultaneously, golden eyes a streak until they blink away into the dark. The ringing in their ears becomes louder and louder and louder and louder until it's almost painful, until it's all they can hear and nobody's voice can reach them, not even their own.

Only a few lights remain. Two. One.

Zero.

Silence. Darkness. Emptiness. As if starting all over, they find themselves standing in a void of nothing and nowhere, but this time, even the floor is taken from them and they plummet all at once, falling, falling, gaining speed with nothing to slow themselves with, nothing to do but brace for the impact if it would ever come— and come it does, after three solid minutes of falling, in an explosion of shredded nerves and splintered bone and blinding light. ]