[Now, now, no screaming, Asch. That simply won't do! As he screams, petals begin to flock toward his mouth, slipping past his lips in an attempt to silence him as the eyes of the flower chains continue to blink at him.]
"Leave us alone." [The wind says, gently, almost like a song.] "We don't need a reject anymore."
[Flayn cuts through the grass and runs, flinging her knife and severing one of the chains holding Asch up. He finds himself swinging from the rafters, almost like a pendulum as the music continues to play. Another violin string snaps and if she's not careful, it will strike her across the front to knock her flat. The spotlights focus on Dimitri now as he runs, and as he books it through the field he'll spot stairs in the far corner just out of sight. Backstage, if you will. But he'll have to move fast: a loud, angry buzzing sounds off in his ear as small bee-like insects swarm him. If he gets a close enough look, however, he may notice they're in a somewhat odd shape as the buzzing grows louder and more disjointed.]
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"Leave us alone." [The wind says, gently, almost like a song.] "We don't need a reject anymore."
[Flayn cuts through the grass and runs, flinging her knife and severing one of the chains holding Asch up. He finds himself swinging from the rafters, almost like a pendulum as the music continues to play. Another violin string snaps and if she's not careful, it will strike her across the front to knock her flat. The spotlights focus on Dimitri now as he runs, and as he books it through the field he'll spot stairs in the far corner just out of sight. Backstage, if you will. But he'll have to move fast: a loud, angry buzzing sounds off in his ear as small bee-like insects swarm him. If he gets a close enough look, however, he may notice they're in a somewhat odd shape as the buzzing grows louder and more disjointed.]