[ 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. ]
Asch charges forward, sword swinging and knocking the bs akimbo and out of the way as he races toward the eye, that same golden thread following him as it reaches out toward Dimitri. Dimitri's knocked on his back, and the wires hang over him menacingly as the eye begins to pulse.
And Flayn's knife collides into the eye and the sharp screech of strings rings out, the ground beneath them rumbling angrily and collapsing under Flayn's feet, a fissure growing beneath her in the wood that pulls her down and out of sight.
The golden thread disappears not long after, a cacophony of notes playing disjointedly over the sound of the song as the fissure closes up. Careful, Flayn. It's a very, very far fall through the darkness.
[it's a croak, a crack of a yell, as he hears the wood split apartâdrag Flayn downâand close. the eye explodes in discordant noise. and Dimitri's on the ground.
there's not even time to mourn. with a groan of anguish, anger, and revenge, Asch rushes towards Dimitri's position, placing himself between the prince and the wires, knocking them backâbefore turning, and in one swift, targeted move, slamming the entire length of his blade directly into the eye. he drives it in, gritting his teeth, and twists the blade.]
[ He sees Flayn fall in his peripheral, ground closing up over her, and his blood feels cold in his veins. He twists his foot free, ignoring how the wire scrapes at his leg as he reaches back, grasping for the gold thread—
But it vanishes, too. ]
FLAYN!
[ Asch is dealing with the eye, so he pulls himself the rest of the way up, ready to fend off any more wires before he grabs Asch by the arm, just in case he's swallowed up as well. ]
[Flayn disappears, the golden light fading with her, and as Asch run ahead to slam his sword straight into the eye it waters, blinking and begins to cry tears of blood. Red rivers run past their feet as the violin trembles once more. Dimitri grabbing Asch's arm is probably a good idea because the song comes to a close and the eye itself begins to melt away. The wires fall limp, lashing out one last time and the wood beneath them chips away, crumbling into dust.
The pair of them fall, and at least Dimitri's holding onto Asch as they do so that's nice! As they fall through endless darkness, they'll see a glimpse of that golden light circle around their arms. It's a fast fall, cool air slapping them in the face and as they drift they'll catch the scent of...salt?
They won't have much time to think this over because they're both going to hit the sand right about...now.
The sand, at least, cushions their fall and as they blink their eyes open they'll be greeted by a warm ray of sunshine. Waves crash against the shore playfully, and the rocky cliffs around them shield them from prying eyes. Boats cheerfully dot the horizon and the waters stir a new song.
[the sword finds its mark, and the blood runs. good. real fucking good!
Dimitri grabs himâand as the eye melts, they fall. he lets his sword go, and grabs the taller manâat the very least, he can cushion him again--
whumph.
his sword clatters in the sand next to them, and as he looks over to it, Asch catches sight of the sight around them. it's... nice. for all five seconds that it lasts, probably.]
Dimitri. [he pushes himself back up, dragging his sword back into its scabbard. it's cleanish. his voice is a strained whisper.] Are you okay?
[for once, the emotional connection is paying off: free of the illusion, Asch's waves of apologetic guilt roll over him, his worry for Flayn and Dimitri blasting with deep concern in the forefront of his mindâcautious, careful, and caring.]
[ He watches the eye try to blink around Asch's sword, blood pouring from it, and their thoughts and feelings are equal: good. He hopes it hurts.
It's the last thing he thinks before the ground gives out and they're falling.
The sand cushions the eventual and inevitable collapse, puffing out around them as they land, and he answers Asch's question with a vague, frustrated noise as he rolls over. He's fine. More than well enough to sit up, sand falling from his hair as Asch's emotions catch up with him. ]
...I'm all right.
[ There's a thread of anxious energy in him as he looks around and still doesn't see Flayn, but he's not angry. That much is clear as day, unmistakable—if anything, the apology is met with a little confusion and a squeeze around his arm before he pulls them both to their feet, as much comfort as he can afford right now. ]
Put it from your mind, Asch. We need to find Flayn.
[ Speaking of, he looks around—any signs of life? Are they just going to have to walk along this beach and hope? ]
[Look alive, boys. The coastline is empty but the music continues as the cloudless sky brightens around them. Those spotlights are gone, but if they look toward the waves they'll find what appear to be footlights hiding in the water...and speaking of, glancing at the waves they'll see some fish!
...but they appear to be...hm. They sure are. Something.
There's the gentle caw of sea birds but if they look up they won't see any overhead. They'll see shadows cast against the sky, as if the horizon stops at a certain point. And not far away from them there appears to be a few things poking out of the sand.
[in terms of comforting gestures, that is more than assurance enough. better than saying more, he taps Dimitri's hand lightly with hisâAsch's own worry for Flayn, care for both Dimitri and her, flashing through.
it's emotionshare week! but for someone who often has a hard time voicing it? maybe it's not that bad.
they're off, looking for Flayn('s knife). at the sign of something in the sand, Asch proceeds cautiously, kneeling down, and digging up whatever he can reach. as he does, he muses out loudâor rather, as loud as his vocal cords will allow.]
I can't see any birds.
It's going to be some damn stupid music thing attacking us again, I'll bet.
[ It's strange being able to actually decipher Asch's feelings from what Asch says and does, but at least it's clear they're on the same page. He takes that as Asch feeling well enough to move about some more.
As Asch goes to dig up whatever's in the sand, he steps forward a bit, looking ahead down the coast. ]
I fear you might be right. The place we saw... it was from your childhood, wasn't it?
[ So what are they looking at, now? Was it Flayn's...? ]
[As Asch and Dimitri begin to walk, the music seems to have a calming effect over them despite a lot of fish-puppets staring directly at them. Dimitri may recognize this place, and he can see that the end of the coast seems to be cut off by a cliff of some kind, like a barrier.
As Asch digs, he'll find...Flayn's dagger! He will also find a small ivory key, awkwardly shaped as if it fits into another shape. But Asch may recognize it as a piano key.
Also, as he's digging, he may notice that the sand seems to brush away and there's...a wooden platform beneath them? Hm. Wild.
...
...
...
It's dark for Flayn. The darkness surrounds her, and as she attempts to move, or to see, she'll find that the space is a bit cramped and no light will seep in. She can hear the sounds of the ocean, and there are the sounds of voices. A man and a woman speak happily and fondly toward one another, and they're voices Flayn herself will recognize. And yet...they don't seem to know she's there at all.]
Flayn can't see. She doesn't know which way is up and which way is down, and she struggles to feel around for something - anything - to help her get out of here. She was - she was falling, wasn't she? She was falling and now she's not, and...
...
Those voices. Her breath catches.]
Mother..? [Her voice sounds tiny even to herself.] ...Father...
[She struggles to sit up - but to no avail. Her head hits something hard in the darkness, and she falls back down with a slight oof.]
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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.
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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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Asch charges forward, sword swinging and knocking the bs akimbo and out of the way as he races toward the eye, that same golden thread following him as it reaches out toward Dimitri. Dimitri's knocked on his back, and the wires hang over him menacingly as the eye begins to pulse.
And Flayn's knife collides into the eye and the sharp screech of strings rings out, the ground beneath them rumbling angrily and collapsing under Flayn's feet, a fissure growing beneath her in the wood that pulls her down and out of sight.
The golden thread disappears not long after, a cacophony of notes playing disjointedly over the sound of the song as the fissure closes up. Careful, Flayn. It's a very, very far fall through the darkness.
What now?]
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[it's a croak, a crack of a yell, as he hears the wood split apartâdrag Flayn downâand close. the eye explodes in discordant noise. and Dimitri's on the ground.
there's not even time to mourn. with a groan of anguish, anger, and revenge, Asch rushes towards Dimitri's position, placing himself between the prince and the wires, knocking them backâbefore turning, and in one swift, targeted move, slamming the entire length of his blade directly into the eye. he drives it in, gritting his teeth, and twists the blade.]
DIE!
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But it vanishes, too. ]
FLAYN!
[ Asch is dealing with the eye, so he pulls himself the rest of the way up, ready to fend off any more wires before he grabs Asch by the arm, just in case he's swallowed up as well. ]
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The pair of them fall, and at least Dimitri's holding onto Asch as they do so that's nice! As they fall through endless darkness, they'll see a glimpse of that golden light circle around their arms. It's a fast fall, cool air slapping them in the face and as they drift they'll catch the scent of...salt?
They won't have much time to think this over because they're both going to hit the sand right about...now.
The sand, at least, cushions their fall and as they blink their eyes open they'll be greeted by a warm ray of sunshine. Waves crash against the shore playfully, and the rocky cliffs around them shield them from prying eyes. Boats cheerfully dot the horizon and the waters stir a new song.
...where will they go next?]
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Dimitri grabs himâand as the eye melts, they fall. he lets his sword go, and grabs the taller manâat the very least, he can cushion him again--
whumph.
his sword clatters in the sand next to them, and as he looks over to it, Asch catches sight of the sight around them. it's... nice. for all five seconds that it lasts, probably.]
Dimitri. [he pushes himself back up, dragging his sword back into its scabbard. it's cleanish. his voice is a strained whisper.] Are you okay?
[for once, the emotional connection is paying off: free of the illusion, Asch's waves of apologetic guilt roll over him, his worry for Flayn and Dimitri blasting with deep concern in the forefront of his mindâcautious, careful, and caring.]
Before--I'm sorry. I should have--I--
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It's the last thing he thinks before the ground gives out and they're falling.
The sand cushions the eventual and inevitable collapse, puffing out around them as they land, and he answers Asch's question with a vague, frustrated noise as he rolls over. He's fine. More than well enough to sit up, sand falling from his hair as Asch's emotions catch up with him. ]
...I'm all right.
[ There's a thread of anxious energy in him as he looks around and still doesn't see Flayn, but he's not angry. That much is clear as day, unmistakable—if anything, the apology is met with a little confusion and a squeeze around his arm before he pulls them both to their feet, as much comfort as he can afford right now. ]
Put it from your mind, Asch. We need to find Flayn.
[ Speaking of, he looks around—any signs of life? Are they just going to have to walk along this beach and hope? ]
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...but they appear to be...hm. They sure are. Something.
There's the gentle caw of sea birds but if they look up they won't see any overhead. They'll see shadows cast against the sky, as if the horizon stops at a certain point. And not far away from them there appears to be a few things poking out of the sand.
Flayn is still missing.]
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[in terms of comforting gestures, that is more than assurance enough. better than saying more, he taps Dimitri's hand lightly with hisâAsch's own worry for Flayn, care for both Dimitri and her, flashing through.
it's emotionshare week! but for someone who often has a hard time voicing it? maybe it's not that bad.
they're off, looking for Flayn('s knife). at the sign of something in the sand, Asch proceeds cautiously, kneeling down, and digging up whatever he can reach. as he does, he muses out loudâor rather, as loud as his vocal cords will allow.]
I can't see any birds.
It's going to be some damn stupid music thing attacking us again, I'll bet.
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As Asch goes to dig up whatever's in the sand, he steps forward a bit, looking ahead down the coast. ]
I fear you might be right. The place we saw... it was from your childhood, wasn't it?
[ So what are they looking at, now? Was it Flayn's...? ]
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As Asch digs, he'll find...Flayn's dagger! He will also find a small ivory key, awkwardly shaped as if it fits into another shape. But Asch may recognize it as a piano key.
Also, as he's digging, he may notice that the sand seems to brush away and there's...a wooden platform beneath them? Hm. Wild.
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...
...
It's dark for Flayn. The darkness surrounds her, and as she attempts to move, or to see, she'll find that the space is a bit cramped and no light will seep in. She can hear the sounds of the ocean, and there are the sounds of voices. A man and a woman speak happily and fondly toward one another, and they're voices Flayn herself will recognize. And yet...they don't seem to know she's there at all.]
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Flayn can't see. She doesn't know which way is up and which way is down, and she struggles to feel around for something - anything - to help her get out of here. She was - she was falling, wasn't she? She was falling and now she's not, and...
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Those voices. Her breath catches.]
Mother..? [Her voice sounds tiny even to herself.] ...Father...
[She struggles to sit up - but to no avail. Her head hits something hard in the darkness, and she falls back down with a slight oof.]
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