[ He grabs the bottle, tapping the key out onto his palm before giving one of the fish a concerned look and striding back to 'shore.' ]
I found one as well—sorry, you heard what?
[ The ground has the same, strange hollow to it as before; he kicks aside some of the sand, fingers smoothing over the wooden surface before pounding on it, like a very aggressive door knock. He just calls out, to everywhere and nowhere, to above the floorboards and below, ]
[Diggy...Dimitri brushes aside some sand, and pounding on the stage produces another key that was stuck between the floorboards. With four in hand now, they'll both find that moving the sand around begins to unveil the entire stage.
Flayn, however, can hear them. She'll hear them from somewhere far off, but she can continue pounding to try and draw their attention closer toward that cliff. And the more the sand is disturbed, the boys will soon realize that the bright blue sky is beginning to cloud over...the beach grows a bit darker as the sun disappears behind said-clouds.]
[She can and she will keep pounding at the ceiling - because the more time she spends in here, the more freaked-out she's getting. They sound so far away. What if they don't find her? What if she's stuck in here, forever, and--]
Please! Let me out!
[...oh, no, bad. She shouldn't have yelled. It's getting harder to breathe in here.
She draws her hands back down, trembling, and her fingertips brush against her staff. For now, she clutches at it like it's a lifeline, but she's too panicked to think of what she could do with it.]
[Asch and Dimitri, both furnished with two keys, are doin' a diggy, except--]
--I hear her. [he coughs again, hacking up another piece of errant petal, and stands.] Closer to--over there.
[he points in the direction of the yell, and starts to move, keeping low enough to the ground that he should be able to hear something else.]
Flayn! [it's not much of a shout, voice breaking into scraping halfway throughâand he stops briefly, pounding a foot on the ground, before continuing forward at speed.]
[ It's getting darker, the atmosphere turning ominous, but they can't afford to worry about it; he casts Asch a worried look, staying quiet in favor of listening as they hurry along.
It's faint, but they can follow the distant thuds, their own feet echoing across the stage. ]
Flayn!
[ He shouts whenever it sounds like they're getting closer, listening for a response. ]
[The soft music plays quicker, and as Flayn pounds the ceiling and Dimitri and Asch check along the ground, they'll find that the noise is coming from a pile of sand near the cliffside. Flayn, likewise, will begin to hear their footsteps echo as they walk toward her. They'll have to dig through the sand a bit, but as they do they can at least speak to her.
They will also uncover a long, rectangular trap door...almost shaped like a body-sized box. There's a piano key in the center, and four empty slots beside it.]
[...but it really is getting harder to breathe. Her voice comes out panicked and a little weak. She's still clinging to her staff, and after a moment, she shifts the end of it up in the direction of the box's corner.
Air. She needs more air. If this goes on much longer, she...
[they push sand aside as quickly as possibleâand at the reveal of the key, Asch groans in irritation, fishing his two keys out. at least they had everything they needed.
he fumbles for a moment, trying to place the keys into their correct spots as quickly, but manages to slot them both in.]</small
[ It's hard to dig in all the loose sand, but between the two of them, and the absolute dread that they've basically found Flayn in her own strange, little coffin, they manage. ]
We're almost there, Flayn—
[ He tries to sound calm, but the direness leaks into his voice anyway. Dimitri takes the two of his keys as well, putting them into place as quick as he can after Asch. ]
[Great! You've now formed a piano in the lid of Flayn's coffin. Congratulations! Flayn can hear everything and likewise, they have a better chance of hearing her if she speaks. There doesn't seem to be a way to open this trap door in the stage floor, but the five keys glint happily up at this as the clouds continue to roll ahead, the sky darkening with the impending threat of rain.
But if Flayn feels the roof of her coffin again, she'll find that those strange indents from before had become more prominent, almost as if keys have formed on her side as well to match what the boys see.
[She takes a deep breath to calm herself and nearly immediately regrets it - there isn't enough air in here for her to be doing that. Frustrated, she allows her staff to drop and pounds on the ceiling again.
Her fist slams into the more prominent indents on her side of the lid - three of the "keys" at once.]
[Asch, for his part, just wholeass presses all five. musical coffin. bad! hate this. he presses his body as close to the lid as possible, trying to speak through a hinge. the piano rings out.]
[ There isn't much room or opportunity to speak with Flayn like this, so he lets Asch handle the questioning for now. He worries briefly at his lip as he clears off sand, looking for anything else odd about this coffin, any indication what they're supposed to do with it at all as he searches for a way to rip it open. ]
[The notes play from inside Flayn's coffin, a confused sort of melody that doesn't mean anything at all. As for Asch, as he presses on all five keys it's kind of a disjointed, alarming sort of mess. But Flayn will see that all five indents seem to draw closer to her thanks to Asch's hand. Likewise, a quick blip of light flashes before her eyes before everything grows dark again. Perhaps there's something they must play to unlock the Flayn-box. Unfortunately for Dimitri, all he finds is a sealed-tight box, and a small carving of the letter F in the corner.
Thanks to Asch pressing on all five keys, letters will appear on each of them written in a way they can both see. Keys A through E are now active.]
[that was a gagtag but I'm leaving it there to commemorate work getting busy and cucking me from deleting it for half an hour.]
It's d-- ah!
[that sudden flash of light startles her into giving a small shriek. Oops.]
...there's something... on the top of this? [she reaches up and presses the other two keys.
Also uh she sounds like she's having trouble breathing. Because she is! The mod tag said ages ago the air situation is Not Great and panicking certainly isn't helping.]
[ Dimitri knows shit all about music, but they messed around with a piano earlier—are there any more indents? Are they missing a key? He'll watch for anything strange as they press the keys. ]
Flaynâyou may need to tell us if you see anything strange.
[ Maybe they're supposed to collaborate? But she shouldn't be talking much, either... they'll have to figure this out quickly. He speaks as calmly as he can, sounding confident. ]
[Pressing everything on both sides is bad because it's still loud and disjointed! But if all three of them are pressing, there is the reappearance of that golden thread, looping in front of Flayn's eyes to give her enough light to see a few letters on the indents. Their order, if she reads fast enough, appears to be: DDBCA ECBAD DBEEC.
[dammit. The light fades before she can see the last letter.
Also she's losing consciousness now because I'm getting pulled into a meeting but luckily they only have to guess one note, they can probably get it by process of elimination.
GO ON WITHOUT ME FRIENDS I'VE BEEN TOLD I WON'T BE AVAILABLE UNTIL 6:30 PST]
[ When Flayn goes quiet, he quickly presses in the next keys before they can forget the letters. It's a little clumsy, no rhythm besides to be quick, ]
[As they're playing the notes, Flayn would normally see the golden heart-shaped threads floating around her and before her eyes as the indents cave in, Asch and Dimitri playing the sequence. As they input the notes, the light grows brighter and brighter, the box rising up from the floor just a bit...
...and with the last note, a beautiful song begins to play. The hinge of the box opens and like a ballerina in a music box, Flayn rises to her feet with her staff in her hand. The golden hearts entangle the three of them, floating along as the backdrop around them begins to fade out and give way to another place, cloud separating once more and the ocean receding...
Ahead, there lies a path. But perhaps they should attend to the passed out Flayn, first.]
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he leans down, rubbing his crown and scowling, and scoops it up.
huh. another key.]
Dimitri! I found another piano key. And I heard something--beneath us!
[he's already back to digging, brushing sand away, trying to relocate the wooden stage floor.]
If Flayn is below, I'll rip this place apart.
[but in the meantime, he diggy.]
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I found one as well—sorry, you heard what?
[ The ground has the same, strange hollow to it as before; he kicks aside some of the sand, fingers smoothing over the wooden surface before pounding on it, like a very aggressive door knock. He just calls out, to everywhere and nowhere, to above the floorboards and below, ]
Flayn! Can you hear us? [ where are you! ]
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Flayn, however, can hear them. She'll hear them from somewhere far off, but she can continue pounding to try and draw their attention closer toward that cliff. And the more the sand is disturbed, the boys will soon realize that the bright blue sky is beginning to cloud over...the beach grows a bit darker as the sun disappears behind said-clouds.]
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Please! Let me out!
[...oh, no, bad. She shouldn't have yelled. It's getting harder to breathe in here.
She draws her hands back down, trembling, and her fingertips brush against her staff. For now, she clutches at it like it's a lifeline, but she's too panicked to think of what she could do with it.]
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--I hear her. [he coughs again, hacking up another piece of errant petal, and stands.] Closer to--over there.
[he points in the direction of the yell, and starts to move, keeping low enough to the ground that he should be able to hear something else.]
Flayn! [it's not much of a shout, voice breaking into scraping halfway throughâand he stops briefly, pounding a foot on the ground, before continuing forward at speed.]
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It's faint, but they can follow the distant thuds, their own feet echoing across the stage. ]
Flayn!
[ He shouts whenever it sounds like they're getting closer, listening for a response. ]
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They will also uncover a long, rectangular trap door...almost shaped like a body-sized box. There's a piano key in the center, and four empty slots beside it.]
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[...but it really is getting harder to breathe. Her voice comes out panicked and a little weak. She's still clinging to her staff, and after a moment, she shifts the end of it up in the direction of the box's corner.
Air. She needs more air. If this goes on much longer, she...
Well, she doesn't want to think it.]
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[they push sand aside as quickly as possibleâand at the reveal of the key, Asch groans in irritation, fishing his two keys out. at least they had everything they needed.
he fumbles for a moment, trying to place the keys into their correct spots as quickly, but manages to slot them both in.]</small
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We're almost there, Flayn—
[ He tries to sound calm, but the direness leaks into his voice anyway. Dimitri takes the two of his keys as well, putting them into place as quick as he can after Asch. ]
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But if Flayn feels the roof of her coffin again, she'll find that those strange indents from before had become more prominent, almost as if keys have formed on her side as well to match what the boys see.
What now?]
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Her fist slams into the more prominent indents on her side of the lid - three of the "keys" at once.]
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We're right here. Can you see anything?
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Thanks to Asch pressing on all five keys, letters will appear on each of them written in a way they can both see. Keys A through E are now active.]
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It's d-- ah!
[that sudden flash of light startles her into giving a small shriek. Oops.]
...there's something... on the top of this? [she reaches up and presses the other two keys.
Also uh she sounds like she's having trouble breathing. Because she is! The mod tag said ages ago the air situation is Not Great and panicking certainly isn't helping.]
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You've got a set of keys in there. Damn it...
[he want 2 press, but....... what..... 2 press.......
maybe for now we should see what happens when everything is pressed on both sides!]
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Flaynâyou may need to tell us if you see anything strange.
[ Maybe they're supposed to collaborate? But she shouldn't be talking much, either... they'll have to figure this out quickly. He speaks as calmly as he can, sounding confident. ]
...We'll have you out of there soon.
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Hm...perhaps that's worth a try.]
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[dammit. The light fades before she can see the last letter.
Also she's losing consciousness now because I'm getting pulled into a meeting but luckily they only have to guess one note, they can probably get it by process of elimination.
GO ON WITHOUT ME FRIENDS I'VE BEEN TOLD I WON'T BE AVAILABLE UNTIL 6:30 PST]
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[Damn it. but that's more than enough to go on.
he presses all the keys again to deactivate them, then punches in the first sequence.]
D, D, B, C... A. There.
[uno!]
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E, C, B, A, D...
[ Then, ]
D, B, E, E... [ ...
and thanks to a good roll, ] C?
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...and with the last note, a beautiful song begins to play. The hinge of the box opens and like a ballerina in a music box, Flayn rises to her feet with her staff in her hand. The golden hearts entangle the three of them, floating along as the backdrop around them begins to fade out and give way to another place, cloud separating once more and the ocean receding...
Ahead, there lies a path. But perhaps they should attend to the passed out Flayn, first.]
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This isn't a gagtag she's just passed out. Give her back her knife, maybe she'll wake up.]
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