[The strings lash out again, angry like a cobra's strike as they attempt to slash and cut the two on the ground. Asch dangles from the rafters by the chains of flowers, a loop tightening around his throat as the flowers in his peripheral vision open wide. The petals spread and several eyes, Natalia's and Luke's, stare straight into his own as the wind begins to whisper.]
"Leave. We found a better one. You're no longer needed here."
[As Dimitri and Flayn scour the ground, the grass begins to twist at their feet to try and hold them in place. The strings writhe and snap, and the bow of a violin falls from the side like a loose wooden beam. If they think to check, there's a catwalk, and a few bags of sand tied to ropes used to change the backdrops of the stage. They may have to look for a ladder, but they'll have to dodge and fight their way past the instrument and the grass first.
Oh. And do mind the petals that begin to whirl past them quickly. They're sharp enough to sting now, a glint of red on each one.]
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"Leave. We found a better one. You're no longer needed here."
[As Dimitri and Flayn scour the ground, the grass begins to twist at their feet to try and hold them in place. The strings writhe and snap, and the bow of a violin falls from the side like a loose wooden beam. If they think to check, there's a catwalk, and a few bags of sand tied to ropes used to change the backdrops of the stage. They may have to look for a ladder, but they'll have to dodge and fight their way past the instrument and the grass first.
Oh. And do mind the petals that begin to whirl past them quickly. They're sharp enough to sting now, a glint of red on each one.]