Pandolyn
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- Posted: Mon, 06 Nov 2023 19:05:23 +0000
Asturias Destiny
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{[(𝙊𝙤𝘾: This was actually kind of difficult to write >.< I hope it's clear enough. )]} - 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: Elevator shaft - Dart Vessel - 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙: In pain, tired, strained - 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮: Victoria
Using the fabric from the extra cloth he had on himself, with his shirshori he created straps that secured Victoria's grip before stepping into the shaft. With his black flame wrapping around his hand, the pair scaled down towards the floating bag, with its contents scattered in the still air. "This is going to feel strange, just whatever you do. Do not puke." With a flick of his wrist, the black flame shot up the line, reached the knife, and decoupled it from the wall. The pair hit the equilibrium point with a strange oof that felt like falling onto a bed as soft as a car; kicking from the wall, Darius started to generate motion, swirling as he coiled the knife back to his hand.
Repeatedly kicking the wall, adding more to the spin till he launched the blade towards their intended destination. A quiet clank confirmed its connection and Darius started to pull them both up further, this time with gravity going against them. With his shirshori's flame working the line to assist with his motion of pulling them toward the swirling of energy just ahead. Stopping at what seemed to be just a few floors from the original bottom, Darius peered at a wall that had a faint slit going down the center. "I think that's a door." Nodding his head at the wall, resting his feet in the corner, he tried to hug the wall as close as he could, "Think you can slip some metal in that line? I maybe able to force it open with my shirshori."
Using the fabric from the extra cloth he had on himself, with his shirshori he created straps that secured Victoria's grip before stepping into the shaft. With his black flame wrapping around his hand, the pair scaled down towards the floating bag, with its contents scattered in the still air. "This is going to feel strange, just whatever you do. Do not puke." With a flick of his wrist, the black flame shot up the line, reached the knife, and decoupled it from the wall. The pair hit the equilibrium point with a strange oof that felt like falling onto a bed as soft as a car; kicking from the wall, Darius started to generate motion, swirling as he coiled the knife back to his hand.
Repeatedly kicking the wall, adding more to the spin till he launched the blade towards their intended destination. A quiet clank confirmed its connection and Darius started to pull them both up further, this time with gravity going against them. With his shirshori's flame working the line to assist with his motion of pulling them toward the swirling of energy just ahead. Stopping at what seemed to be just a few floors from the original bottom, Darius peered at a wall that had a faint slit going down the center. "I think that's a door." Nodding his head at the wall, resting his feet in the corner, he tried to hug the wall as close as he could, "Think you can slip some metal in that line? I maybe able to force it open with my shirshori."
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