[ His eyes widen as he grabs at Asch again, but only ends up with a handful of bruised petals, already too late as he's hoisted up towards the rafters and there's the sound of twanging, snapping strings behind him.
His mind fills with curses as he swings around at the noise and Flayn's voice; the ground crumbles under his foot, and the wire clips his shoulder before he corrects himself and rolls out of its path, crouched with his spear drawn at his side.
What the hell was that? ]
Run! I'm right behind you!
[ He can try to cover her, but first, they need to figure out where they're even going. He scans his eyes over the rafters, looking for anything—a catwalk, ropes, a ladder, anything. ]
[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.]
[he's barely breathed in again when the eyes assault him, the susurrus of the wind's words snaking around his neck, slowly choking the life out of him. it's not until he feels the liquid on his cheeks, hot and angry, that Asch realizes he's crying, screaming out in physical and emotional pain. he can barely hear his own voice, scraping raw and hoarse against his restraints.]
NO! NO!
[struggling is getting harder, the vines wrap him tighter, petals cutting against his cheeks, blood and tears mixing together and stinging the wounds.]
She's trying to run - trying to make her way forward, past the instrument and its strings, to the catwalk - but the grass is twisting under their feet, and she nearly stumbles as it winds itself around her ankles.
With a hiss, she reaches into the pack she's brought with her, grips a knife, and slices the grass to free herself. She's off again in an instant, her eyes on the instrument's strings, and as she gets within range she looks up at Asch and the chains of flowers suspending him.
Gritting her teeth, she tries to position herself at an angle where they flowers are as aligned as she can get them, grips her knife just the way she's been taught to, and hurls it upward, aiming to sever the flowers with the blade to free him.
(Niji rolled a natural 20 for me, so at the very least she won't stab him in the gut or something.)]
[ Asch's voice grows scratchier, the field more dangerous—but it doesn't matter how dire. They have to save him.
He slices at the grass growing over his feet, moving briskly to avoid getting stuck as he searches for the start of the catwalk—if they can't find the ladder up, one of them might have to climb the ropes, but with these strings around...
He grits his teeth and ignores the petals flaring up around him as he looks for the neck of the instrument, running ahead of Flayn to try and divert the attention of the whipping strings and bow to afford her an opening. ]
[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.]
[It's a worn, guttural, sound of fury, distress, panicâabruptly cut off by a mouthful of petals, filling his mouth and throat. it's uselessâevery time he tries to cough them out, more seem to swirl in. he gags on the vegetation, fresh tears springing to his eyes, as he fights for voice, breath, freedom.
but... why bother fighting?
Nobody needs me.
No one even noticed I was gone.
I don't have a place to go home to.
Even now.
his body stills, the sudden lack of tension tightening several vines. that's right.
--and just as suddenly as his cry was cut, so is one of his supporting ropes. the drop, at least, and the random swinging knock some of the petals freeâbut as ever, more seem to swirl up, joining them.
still, the moment of jolt seems to spring him back to at least some senses, and he resumes the struggle, albeit considerably weaker than before]
Flayn's attention is on the chains of flowers and Asch's, dangling from them, as she tries to figure out how to sever another without her knife. Maybe if she runs fast enough, she can retrieve it - but with her attention there, she doesn't spot the violin string coming her way with enough time to dodge.
She puts her arms and her staff up to shield herself, but is knocked flat, and bites down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. Getting Asch down is the priority; she doesn't want Dimitri to try and double back to help her.
While he's dealing with the bees, she'll try to scramble back up to avoid getting caught by the grass or another swipe of that string.]
[ Unfortunately, Flayn is small, and he scarcely hears her fall when he has so many obstacles to contend with. It's hard enough to stay ahead of the bs when the grass tries to trip up his feet and petals swirl at his face, scraping by his cheeks.
He pointedly ignores it all as he charges forward, storming up the stairs with a sharp, urgent shout, noise buzzing in his ears. ]
Asch!
[ It's worse that he can't hear either of them struggle anymore—not over the 'bees,' the sound of his own footsteps thundering, the music. ]
[The strings continue to thrash, some reaching up toward Asch to slash at his legs, batting him around like a toy on a string. Others seem to tremble beneath Flayn's feet, but as she gets up again she'll notice that she's beginning to rise in the air as if on a platform, just out of Asch's reach and into a whirlwind and sharp winds and petals. The platform spirals and moves around him, the stage resetting as Asch begins to give in, and the chain twirls to hoist itself just a bit higher on his limbs.
Dimitri, meanwhile, will find that the bs are persistent little buggers, and will continue to follow him solely to block his vision and his hearing, forcing him to navigate his way across the field. The grass will try to trip him up, and a string whips him across the back. But charging forward, up the stairs, he finds himself at the edge of a very narrow and rickety catwalk, several feet from the center where Asch hangs. The spotlights move to try and catch all three of them, the lights almost harsh and angry as the music's more insistent.
And the bow leaves the body of the violin to hit the ground, continuing to severe the field and create a fault meant to divide them.]
[even as the strings scrape, slash at his legs, he can't cry outâonly puffs of petals emerge, silent and beautiful, mocking his pain. but Dimitri is nearbyâhis voice, louder. that he can still hear through everything is a blessing.
closing his eyes, he pushes with the last of his strength against the chains, lights flashing behind his lids as he does. the noose draws tighter, and he can feel twirling vines dragging his hands away. he tries to scream in frustration, but only a gentle whirl of flowers emerges. the lights blur, sliding into each other, bright as fireworksâthe final warning signs of oxygen deprivation. I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die.
Again.
...Pathetic.
his hands flex into fists, still fighting, another push, puffs of petals issuing forth as he struggles, a last, mammoth burst of energy and strength--
--and he freezes. and sags. and grows still, only the vines holding his unconscious body up.]
[Flayn is so many different levels of beyond done with this. She lets out a pained gasp as she's borne up into the whirlwind of petals, shielding her face with her arms.
...but she's just out of her reach. Which means, if she can get out of this - if she launches herself out, perhaps - she can reach him. Maybe? It's worth a try.
At any rate, Flayn has no intention of allowing herself to be separated from the other two. So, gritting her teeth, she musters all the strength she has and yeets herself off the platform and toward Asch with the intention of ripping those flower chains off herself if she has to.]
[ Now that he's up here, looking down, he can see everything between gaps in the bs—the final puff of petals from Asch's mouth before he goes still, and Flayn as she braces herself to jump— ]
Flayn, don't—!
[ —be reckless? Too late, for both of them. He can't even blame her, adrenaline helping him forget the bleeding rut down his back and bs swarming his vision, practically crawling in his ears when he skims he finds the first board of the catwalk with his foot.
Then, he steps back a bit, and just—charges it. He has a spear, he'll vault himself over there if he has to. Group strategy is apparently: yeet ]
[There's a lot happening here and it's solely because the fire emblems decided to yeet. As Flayn charges from one end and Dimitri charges from the other, they'll end up vaulting and colliding as a group. Flayn's hand gains purchase enough to rip the chains, the tip of Dimitri's spear severing a strand and as the flowers are cut from Asch's throat, all three of them fall straight down toward the violent violin.
The strings lash and wave to throw them off, an attempt to cut them off and hold them down. But at the very center where the strings are usually held together there's a large, red eye watching them and seemingly the force giving the violin life. The wind picks up, and the voices reminding Asch of the life he lost can be heard by Flayn and Dimitri more clearly now as the bs begin to swarm the three of them. The bow of the violin continues to saw the setting, and the bs will sting if they get too close.
So how does one stop a monstrous violin? Do they even have the will to do so?]
[luckily, an unconscious body is actually the best way to take an impact, as it does not brace against a fall at all, causing considerably less damage when they drop!
however, flayn and dimitri definitely land in some part on top of of him, so. you're welcome for the cushioning. he's probably fine. i mean, he's probably fine once he's not unconscious anymore and slowly dying from lack of oxygen.
wherever skin can be seen, asch's corpsebody is a mess of broken blood vessels from the flower chain's constrictionsâangry red lines of first-stage bruising trace around his throat and wrists, face still wet from the bloodied flower cuts and tears. oh, and his mouth is just absolutely chock with petalsâwhich, combined with the choking thing, makes it pretty clear what the issue is, here.]
[The nice part about Asch being unconscious is there's no emotionshare backlash because he can't feel anything!
Though, ouch, that collision does kind of hurt. Flayn makes a small, pained noise as they hit the ground (stupid flowers. stupid violin strings. stupid bs.) but tries to sit up quickly, because they're definitely not out of danger yet. She grabs Asch by the shoulder and shakes him, but -
Nope, nothing.
...the petals in his mouth are concerning, though. She makes a face, then eases his lips open so she can... dig the petals out... and clear his airways...]
[ Well, glad that their strategy of literally throwing themselves at the problem kind of worked. There's a second where they all land as a collective heap though, broken vines dangling above them.
Dimitri rolls off and away from the other two with a cough, shaking his head to get his bearings as the whisper of voices and the buzz of the bs picks up, the scraping of the bow in the background. It's a mess. Flayn is already handling reviving Asch, so he'll leave that to the healer of the party as he strikes one of the lashing strings, batting it away from the two of them with his spear as he squints towards the source of the whips.
There's no way they're breaking apart the violin itself, so that just leaves this... big, creepy eyeball. Looks fleshy enough. Another wire lashes at his leg as he approaches, his knee buckling with a grimace.
But a violin only has so many strings, right? So he's working his way towards the eye, catching a wire around his lance with a flourish and twisting, trying to tangle it down. ]
[Flayn can start to clear out the flowers, soft and almost a blood red now. It's gross? But please let Asch breathe...the strings seem to focus on Dimitri for the time being as he's the one actively attacking them, the body of the violin trembling in time with the music they're hearing.
The eyeball seems to watch them closely, turning and rotating to face the three of them. The wires whip and attempt to pull the lance out of Dimitri's hand, but the twist seems to work to throw them off. The bs flock to the bloody, wet mass of flowers and surround Flayn as she works, attempting to sting at her hands.
Perhaps this is enough to awaken Asch...but it seems as though they'll need to work quickly. Though Dimitri is able to throw them off, the strings won't stay down for long.]
[well, his air passages are clear, at least? but he's still not breathing or moving. if Flayn feels for a pulse, though, it's definitely thereânot weakening as of yet, so blood is still moving through! just.
the oxygen problem, really.
his sword is at his side, though, so if someone needs that to cut up some bs, it is AVAILABLE]
[Flayn swats at the bees as they sting at her hands, but she's more focused on clearing the flowers from Asch's mouth and throat than she really is at keeping herself from being stung. So, that's happening. She grits her teeth and just powers through it - she can deal with the stings. It won't kill her.
(Probably.)
But if Asch doesn't start breathing soon, it might kill him. She checks his pulse, puts a hand to his chest to see if he's taking any air at all (flinches when she gets stung, but she'll deal with that later), and then takes a breath.
As I stated in our group chat, I hate all of you for this.
[ Dimitri is too busy dealing with the violin lashing out to get more than a look over his shoulder at them—it must be dire straits if Flayn has to kiss resuscitate Asch.
He grits his teeth and torques his spear enough to draw the wire towards him, but it doesn't hold forever, snapping at his arm when the string spins free. He flicks his lance back to his side with a hiss—he has to keep as many of them occupied as Flayn does her work.
So he switches to the offensive and aims for the eye instead, driving his spear towards it in a vicious jab. It's a weapon with some reach, but—hard to say if it'll land from this distance. Hopefully it draws some fire to him either way. ]
[As the music reaches a crescendo, the bs flocking Flayn and Asch and the strings focusing solely on Dimitri now, the eye will realize it's in danger. The strings begin to wail, a sour, harsh noise as if someone is playing the instrument itself wrong. The lance drives into the top of the eye and the violin tilts violently, nearly knocking all of them off of their feet.
There's a soft, golden thread of light winding around Asch and Flayn as she kisses breathes life back into him, and around them the bs begin to scatter. They back off in a cloud, giving them space to rise and help their comrade who...desperately needs help, seeing how the eye is going to stare directly at Dimitri, soon glowing an angry, vicious red.
[well, Asch gets his kissCPR onâand, since Britt went and gave me the idea and all, as his lungs inflate with fresh air, his eyes slowly, groggily, flutter open while Flayn's lips are still solidly connected to his. he gasps with the return to consciousness, and coughs violently, trying his best to lean away from Flayn as he does, spitting out petals, drawing in several quick, labored breaths.
okay, so. he finally kissed a girl.
sure, he was dying, but he's counting it. mammon and zenitsu are officially erased. flayn is the only one.
but none of that really matters at the moment, because he passed out at a pretty crucial time, and now he can reach his sword. he struggles to stand, pulling his sword roughly from its scabbard, breathing still raggedâand starts making his way towards the eye, intent on cutting anything that comes to close to Flayn, or himself.
fuck this. fuck all of this. he's going to go absolutely fucking feral on everything else in here.]
[STOP NIJI WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS i was so sure that was already your plan.
Anyway, he's breathing. He's breathing, and thank the gods for that because if anyone dies on this break-in Flayn is going to be really, really upset. As it is, he'll feel a brief outpouring of relief as he pulls away, since he'll get the emotions for a good five seconds or so after breaking contact. As he forces himself to his feet, she backs off, roots around on the ground for the knife she'd yeeted earlier, and forces herself up to follow him.
...the thing about eyes that stare? Well, they make pretty good targets. Flayn isn't sure she can get there quite fast enough to help, but she's got her knife in hand again, so. She adjusts her grip on it, takes aim, and hurls it directly at the eyeball as it's staring at Dimitri.
Then she takes off at a run after Asch, gripping her staff tightly to smack anything that comes toward them out of the way.]
[ While his comrades are MAKING OUT, the eye glares him down and the violin jerks and Dimitri's footing slides, spear dislodging before he can drive the wound any deeper. The wires thrash at him before he can try again, one snaking around his leg to yank it out from under him, sending him right onto his back—he only gets out a short, surprised cough, breath knocked out of him before he has to bring his spear up to protect himself from getting pummelled as best he can.
But he's not getting anywhere this turn, sorry guys. ]
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His mind fills with curses as he swings around at the noise and Flayn's voice; the ground crumbles under his foot, and the wire clips his shoulder before he corrects himself and rolls out of its path, crouched with his spear drawn at his side.
What the hell was that? ]
Run! I'm right behind you!
[ He can try to cover her, but first, they need to figure out where they're even going. He scans his eyes over the rafters, looking for anything—a catwalk, ropes, a ladder, anything. ]
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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.]
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NO! NO!
[struggling is getting harder, the vines wrap him tighter, petals cutting against his cheeks, blood and tears mixing together and stinging the wounds.]
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She's trying to run - trying to make her way forward, past the instrument and its strings, to the catwalk - but the grass is twisting under their feet, and she nearly stumbles as it winds itself around her ankles.
With a hiss, she reaches into the pack she's brought with her, grips a knife, and slices the grass to free herself. She's off again in an instant, her eyes on the instrument's strings, and as she gets within range she looks up at Asch and the chains of flowers suspending him.
Gritting her teeth, she tries to position herself at an angle where they flowers are as aligned as she can get them, grips her knife just the way she's been taught to, and hurls it upward, aiming to sever the flowers with the blade to free him.
(Niji rolled a natural 20 for me, so at the very least she won't stab him in the gut or something.)]
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He slices at the grass growing over his feet, moving briskly to avoid getting stuck as he searches for the start of the catwalk—if they can't find the ladder up, one of them might have to climb the ropes, but with these strings around...
He grits his teeth and ignores the petals flaring up around him as he looks for the neck of the instrument, running ahead of Flayn to try and divert the attention of the whipping strings and bow to afford her an opening. ]
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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.]
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[It's a worn, guttural, sound of fury, distress, panicâabruptly cut off by a mouthful of petals, filling his mouth and throat. it's uselessâevery time he tries to cough them out, more seem to swirl in. he gags on the vegetation, fresh tears springing to his eyes, as he fights for voice, breath, freedom.
but... why bother fighting?
Nobody needs me.
No one even noticed I was gone.
I don't have a place to go home to.
Even now.
his body stills, the sudden lack of tension tightening several vines. that's right.
--and just as suddenly as his cry was cut, so is one of his supporting ropes. the drop, at least, and the random swinging knock some of the petals freeâbut as ever, more seem to swirl up, joining them.
still, the moment of jolt seems to spring him back to at least some senses, and he resumes the struggle, albeit considerably weaker than before]
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[Well.
Flayn's attention is on the chains of flowers and Asch's, dangling from them, as she tries to figure out how to sever another without her knife. Maybe if she runs fast enough, she can retrieve it - but with her attention there, she doesn't spot the violin string coming her way with enough time to dodge.
She puts her arms and her staff up to shield herself, but is knocked flat, and bites down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. Getting Asch down is the priority; she doesn't want Dimitri to try and double back to help her.
While he's dealing with the bees, she'll try to scramble back up to avoid getting caught by the grass or another swipe of that string.]
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He pointedly ignores it all as he charges forward, storming up the stairs with a sharp, urgent shout, noise buzzing in his ears. ]
Asch!
[ It's worse that he can't hear either of them struggle anymore—not over the 'bees,' the sound of his own footsteps thundering, the music. ]
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Dimitri, meanwhile, will find that the bs are persistent little buggers, and will continue to follow him solely to block his vision and his hearing, forcing him to navigate his way across the field. The grass will try to trip him up, and a string whips him across the back. But charging forward, up the stairs, he finds himself at the edge of a very narrow and rickety catwalk, several feet from the center where Asch hangs. The spotlights move to try and catch all three of them, the lights almost harsh and angry as the music's more insistent.
And the bow leaves the body of the violin to hit the ground, continuing to severe the field and create a fault meant to divide them.]
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closing his eyes, he pushes with the last of his strength against the chains, lights flashing behind his lids as he does. the noose draws tighter, and he can feel twirling vines dragging his hands away. he tries to scream in frustration, but only a gentle whirl of flowers emerges. the lights blur, sliding into each other, bright as fireworksâthe final warning signs of oxygen deprivation. I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die.
Again.
...Pathetic.
his hands flex into fists, still fighting, another push, puffs of petals issuing forth as he struggles, a last, mammoth burst of energy and strength--
--and he freezes. and sags. and grows still, only the vines holding his unconscious body up.]
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[Flayn is so many different levels of beyond done with this. She lets out a pained gasp as she's borne up into the whirlwind of petals, shielding her face with her arms.
...but she's just out of her reach. Which means, if she can get out of this - if she launches herself out, perhaps - she can reach him. Maybe? It's worth a try.
At any rate, Flayn has no intention of allowing herself to be separated from the other two. So, gritting her teeth, she musters all the strength she has and yeets herself off the platform and toward Asch with the intention of ripping those flower chains off herself if she has to.]
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Flayn, don't—!
[ —be reckless? Too late, for both of them. He can't even blame her, adrenaline helping him forget the bleeding rut down his back and bs swarming his vision, practically crawling in his ears when he skims he finds the first board of the catwalk with his foot.
Then, he steps back a bit, and just—charges it. He has a spear, he'll vault himself over there if he has to. Group strategy is apparently: yeet ]
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The strings lash and wave to throw them off, an attempt to cut them off and hold them down. But at the very center where the strings are usually held together there's a large, red eye watching them and seemingly the force giving the violin life. The wind picks up, and the voices reminding Asch of the life he lost can be heard by Flayn and Dimitri more clearly now as the bs begin to swarm the three of them. The bow of the violin continues to saw the setting, and the bs will sting if they get too close.
So how does one stop a monstrous violin? Do they even have the will to do so?]
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however, flayn and dimitri definitely land in some part on top of of him, so. you're welcome for the cushioning. he's probably fine. i mean, he's probably fine once he's not unconscious anymore and slowly dying from lack of oxygen.
wherever skin can be seen, asch's
corpsebody is a mess of broken blood vessels from the flower chain's constrictionsâangry red lines of first-stage bruising trace around his throat and wrists, face still wet from the bloodied flower cuts and tears. oh, and his mouth is just absolutely chock with petalsâwhich, combined with the choking thing, makes it pretty clear what the issue is, here.]no subject
Though, ouch, that collision does kind of hurt. Flayn makes a small, pained noise as they hit the ground (stupid flowers. stupid violin strings. stupid bs.) but tries to sit up quickly, because they're definitely not out of danger yet. She grabs Asch by the shoulder and shakes him, but -
Nope, nothing.
...the petals in his mouth are concerning, though. She makes a face, then eases his lips open so she can... dig the petals out... and clear his airways...]
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Dimitri rolls off and away from the other two with a cough, shaking his head to get his bearings as the whisper of voices and the buzz of the bs picks up, the scraping of the bow in the background. It's a mess. Flayn is already handling reviving Asch, so he'll leave that to the healer of the party as he strikes one of the lashing strings, batting it away from the two of them with his spear as he squints towards the source of the whips.
There's no way they're breaking apart the violin itself, so that just leaves this... big, creepy eyeball. Looks fleshy enough. Another wire lashes at his leg as he approaches, his knee buckling with a grimace.
But a violin only has so many strings, right? So he's working his way towards the eye, catching a wire around his lance with a flourish and twisting, trying to tangle it down. ]
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The eyeball seems to watch them closely, turning and rotating to face the three of them. The wires whip and attempt to pull the lance out of Dimitri's hand, but the twist seems to work to throw them off. The bs flock to the bloody, wet mass of flowers and surround Flayn as she works, attempting to sting at her hands.
Perhaps this is enough to awaken Asch...but it seems as though they'll need to work quickly. Though Dimitri is able to throw them off, the strings won't stay down for long.]
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the oxygen problem, really.
his sword is at his side, though, so if someone needs that to cut up some bs, it is AVAILABLE]
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(Probably.)
But if Asch doesn't start breathing soon, it might kill him. She checks his pulse, puts a hand to his chest to see if he's taking any air at all (flinches when she gets stung, but she'll deal with that later), and then takes a breath.
As I stated in our group chat, I hate all of you for this.
She leans down to give him CPR.]
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kissresuscitate Asch.He grits his teeth and torques his spear enough to draw the wire towards him, but it doesn't hold forever, snapping at his arm when the string spins free. He flicks his lance back to his side with a hiss—he has to keep as many of them occupied as Flayn does her work.
So he switches to the offensive and aims for the eye instead, driving his spear towards it in a vicious jab. It's a weapon with some reach, but—hard to say if it'll land from this distance. Hopefully it draws some fire to him either way. ]
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There's a soft, golden thread of light winding around Asch and Flayn as she
kissesbreathes life back into him, and around them the bs begin to scatter. They back off in a cloud, giving them space to rise and help their comrade who...desperately needs help, seeing how the eye is going to stare directly at Dimitri, soon glowing an angry, vicious red.Hm. That's not good.]
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kissCPR onâand, since Britt went and gave me the idea and all, as his lungs inflate with fresh air, his eyes slowly, groggily, flutter open while Flayn's lips are still solidly connected to his. he gasps with the return to consciousness, and coughs violently, trying his best to lean away from Flayn as he does, spitting out petals, drawing in several quick, labored breaths.okay, so. he finally kissed a girl.
sure, he was dying, but he's counting it. mammon and zenitsu are officially erased. flayn is the only one.
but none of that really matters at the moment, because he passed out at a pretty crucial time, and now he can reach his sword. he struggles to stand, pulling his sword roughly from its scabbard, breathing still raggedâand starts making his way towards the eye, intent on cutting anything that comes to close to Flayn, or himself.
fuck this. fuck all of this. he's going to go absolutely fucking feral on everything else in here.]
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Anyway, he's breathing. He's breathing, and thank the gods for that because if anyone dies on this break-in Flayn is going to be really, really upset. As it is, he'll feel a brief outpouring of relief as he pulls away, since he'll get the emotions for a good five seconds or so after breaking contact. As he forces himself to his feet, she backs off, roots around on the ground for the knife she'd yeeted earlier, and forces herself up to follow him.
...the thing about eyes that stare? Well, they make pretty good targets. Flayn isn't sure she can get there quite fast enough to help, but she's got her knife in hand again, so. She adjusts her grip on it, takes aim, and hurls it directly at the eyeball as it's staring at Dimitri.
Then she takes off at a run after Asch, gripping her staff tightly to smack anything that comes toward them out of the way.]
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But he's not getting anywhere this turn, sorry guys. ]
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