[ The blood looks... well, it looked distinctly liquid, so it must be some manner of fresh, but even in this sickly light, Joonghyuk can tell that it's a bit dark in colour for being blood. The smell of iron and the metallic tang in the air would suggest so, though. He can throw the concrete piece, and it seems the hallway winds down some more. An echo to the left, some feet down, open air -- a stairwell.
Dimitri may try to shimmy the boards, but they seem pretty solid despite their haphazard nailjob. However, the board seems pretty weak. The crashing continues, just a little farther.
Emet-Selch can continue going down, but before that -- as he stands up after a close inspection of the black material, he'll feel briefly lightheaded, like he's just experienced a bout of hypotension. It's brief, but it's nauseating, vision swimming, and takes a second for his vision to clear. Continuing down, he'll see through flashing lights that... whatever this place is, it's not that huge, but he's starting to get the sense that maybe the black powder is actually what the warehouse is for. The why of it really leaves a lot to be questioned, but he can see flashes of small white bags, shelves stained with more black, blood on the floor.
For all three of you, regardless of where, it really feels like you're in a maze. ]
[ Hmm. Not old enough to be dry, but old enough that it's oxidized. This has him frown, but he won't report this. ]
... I'm moving forward.
[ He's going to basically follow the sound of his pebble, but he will keep an eye out to see if there's obviously another path to take. The least rubble is the one he is more likely to take, or if there's a trail of something. In that case, it doesn't matter the debris.
Anyway, hole must be exit, right? Open air must also mean opening. ]
[ Except by that, he means he's going to hurry after the noise, check for the frailest board, and shoulder-check it as hard as possible with the intent of breaking it down.
Fastest way through a maze is to bust down a wall, probably. ]
[why does it sound like he's trying to BREAK SHIT ALREADY he hates this family. he's cut off by that sudden lightheadedness, though, reaching out to brace himself against the wall until it passes.
after a few moments of consideration, and observing how much more of the substance is around... he takes his sword and slices off a portion of his robe sleeve, taking a moment to tie the fabric over his nose and mouth to try to avoid breathing in any of this powder. it looks like it might be hard to avoid disturbing it, scattered as it is.
he inspects the blood on the floor, when he comes to it, to see if it looks fresh at all-- and how much there is.]
[ Joonghyuk can hurry down the hallway and see an open stairwell. He can go up or go down, dealer's choice. The lower floor has flickering lights, and distantly, he hears the sound of dragging metal. Upstairs, there's a DO NOT CROSS sign, but it's not like that can physically stop him.
Dimitri can body check it, sure, and the wood splinters and cracks and he can fall right through the door. Rotten, old, decrepit. He lands on some kind of classroom, it seems, and one side seems completely plastered with posters for something. Very well-made flyers advertising something called the BLUE NIGHT. Even the main topic of the day on the board seems to be study about the Blue Night. There's something large, long, and dark at the center of the classroom, though, all the chairs and tables pushed out of the way to make room for it.
I think it's funny I could almost imagine the exact facial expression Emet would have the moment I read the tag on my front page. But anyway congrats on your COVID mask, it actually does help him feel a bit better though it still lingers. The blood seems... all kinds, actually. Old and dry, but also still wet, too. But no warmth. None of it seems fresh, but amount wise? A lot. Emet may draw his conclusions from seeing so much blood but in such varying degrees of freshness. ]
[ DAmn... Downstairs is so tempting because he's curious, but my coin flip (he would icly choose either for different reasonings) decided he will go up. Higher ground, maybe reaching the rooftop, will help him better see the map of wherever he is or if this is simply a hospital in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he could see the buildings where the other two are from that vantage point? Who knows.
Joonghyuk believes he's above the police, likewise above DO NOT CROSS. Take him upstairs. He will tread carefully to not make a noise. The other two will receive silence as he wants to continue being discreet. ]
[ He picks himself up quickly, brushing off debris. See, sometimes breaking things from the very beginning yields results. He studies the posters for a second, frowning. ]
'Blue Night'...?
[ The giant thing in the middle of the room demands attention though, so he goes over to check out what it is. Is it obvious at a glance? Otherwise, he'll see if he can move it. ]
does the blood form any sort of trail in this mazelike warehouse situation? also-- you know, i forgot to ask. how tall are the fixtures/etc in here. can he just, like, see over shelves and stuff.
if there's no visible clue of where to go, then he is just choosing a direction and proceeding cautiously.]
[ YJH may go upwards, climbing the DO NOT CROSS sign. Somewhere, whoever owns this hospital is incredibly tired and disappointed in you but not like YJH cares. The sounds get further and further away, and this stairwell seems... oddly long? Egregiously so. Like that Super Mario 64 Bowser stairwell. Fortunately for you, you do escape eventually, in the form of finally reaching a door that seems to open out into the rooftop. Does he want to go outside?
So I don't know if they have them in Fodlan, but Dimitri will see that the item in the center of the room is.......... a body bag! It is fucking huge, too -- like seven feet tall at least. It sits there, cold and unmoving, zipped up closed to the top. Hmmmm. He can try to move it too, but it is appropriately heavy.
As for the shelves. Well, it's kind of weird -- the furniture is distinctly larger than the kinds he's had to get used to between the Prism and the Hotel, but it's not Ancient-sized. They're very tall shelves for oh I don't know, people who average 7 feet-ish in general. He can reach the top shelves easily, but no guarantee he can just see over everything. It's like, a Crystal Peek situation. He can, however, follow the blood trail; as messy as it is, it does seem to very messily, very loosely head a certain way... ]
[ Yeah... He doesn't care what people think, unfortunately. He should care more. He doesn't go outside immediately. Is there any window, however small, that allows him to look out? ]
A consistent metal sound can be heard from the lower floors of this hospital. [ Only cause they actually fade, rather than stop completely. ] I've gone up the stairs and may have reached the rooftop. If it's safe, I will survey the perimeter.
Be careful, Joonghyuk. I can't seem to do much more than hear your voices...
[ And catch the occasional glimpse of them, but right now his attention is on this body bag. He does not know what this is. Terrible. He's going to try and open it. ]
There are adverts for something called Blue Night. And something else—one moment.
[ I also forgot about this but you may also have mood music, volume warning for screeching noises.
There is indeed a small window on the door, the glass pane dirty. He can squint into it, and he sees a completely black night sky — no stars, no light. Despite it, he can see the skyline and the immediate rooftop. It’s some kind of city, grimy and dark and anything but welcoming. No sounds of life, no sound of business. Nothing. It looks dry, but he can hear the softest roll of thunder in the distance.
I want to make fun of Dimitri for opening a clearly very bad thing but also I commend him for doing so because if he left it alone I would’ve been like aw. Anyway, he can zip open this thing, it’s not locked or anything. In fact, the zipper glides more smoothly you might expect, possibly at least partially in thanks to the blood that stains the metal. He opens it, and sees something within. It’s just a bag full of very nice kitties… if the kitties were actually a corpse, I mean. When he opens it, he feels a rush of heat, like fire — and the body within is blackened, charred.
After a second or so, the body abruptly sits up, motions robotic, one eye in its sunken socket in the soot-stained skull staring deeply into Dimitri’s own. Despair. Rage. Pain. The body lurches forward abruptly, rotten hands, wet with blood yet still hot, trying to close around his throat.
Emet-Selch can continue onwards down the hallway. As he does so, he’ll feel watched, though he won’t know by what. As he continues down, he starts seeing stranger and stranger things through the warehouse windows. The nausea continues. Bottles of smoke twist and turn into jars of preserved material. The core of a failed lightning sprite. The head of a wolf-like creature, eyes open and blank, staring. The large fin of a flying, amphibious creature, familiar. Wilting flowers, black, pitch black, ready to crumble away at any second, now. After some walking down the twisting hallways, he feels this light shift of wind, the black dust staining his surroundings less and less. ]
[ i would say he might have avoided opening it if he knew, but that's a lie
Anyway, he doesn't respond to Emet's update; the only answer is a choked grunt as he's nearly strangled by this sudden, giant corpse bearing down at him. He blinks wide in surprise, a split second spent staring blankly at the body and the charred patches spotting wet, red flesh, but as soon as it's near enough to touch, his reaction is immediate.
He throws an arm up to try and prevent being throttled, the silvery flash of a dagger rising to meet the corpse after, driving in towards in towards the fleshy spot below its chin. ]
the sensation of being watched has him on edge, the nausea certainly not helping, and those somewhat familiar sights are-- unsettling. especially the flowers, given what they are.
as a wave of that nausea hits, he presses the fabric mask over his face a little tighter, trying to keep breathing shallowly, but-- at least there's less of the black dust. the wind might mean fresher air, at least, and that's beginning to feel sorely needed.
if it's coming from a particular direction, he follows it.]
[ Joonghyuk may step out onto the rooftop. The door closes behind him, the metal heavy, the sound echoing across the silent night. It’s not locked shut, and he can return if he wants to, but there is also an emergency escape roof ladder hanging off the edge. Seems he’ll be able to get out of here and onto the streets this way if he’d like to. He can still see and hear flashes of Dimitri and Emet-Selch through the small window on the rooftop, but he gets the feeling that once he leaves this hospital building to go explore the city, he might not be able to contact them for a while...
The burnt corpse wheezes, spitting blood onto Dimitri as it tries to croak, speak something to him, but its vocal chords are burnt nigh to ash. Despite this, what it hisses manages to get through to him, an echo that roots itself like it’s his own consciousness. It sounds, perhaps something like IT SHOULD’VE BEEN YOU. The dagger buries itself deep into the corpse’s head, and its head snaps back unnaturally, though the eye never stops staring, boring into him. However, the jerk backward does cause the hold on his neck to loosen for a minute.
Emet-Selch can continue onwards, twisting through hallway after hallway until he finally reaches a set of double-doors, wooden, held shut with a wooden board and a couple of crates. Fortunately for him, he actually sees sunlight through the sliver — orange, for evening, likely. And more importantly, fresh air… or well, comparatively fresh air, which might be the best he can ask for at the moment. The crates are a bit heavy and seem full of... something, but they seem moveable. ]
[ Ah. Well, that makes sense for the undead to say. He hears it so clearly, even if all that comes out of the comes out of the corpse's mouth is a crackling hiss, unformed words. Even if he couldn't hear it echoing in his hindmind, he'd still know what it was saying to him. He doesn't need this place to fill in the blanks. If anything, it's Joonghyuk's words that he misses altogether, on account of being a little occupied. He probably just gets the sound of a knocked over school chair in response.
He coughs out a few scratchy words as he yanks the blade free. ]
...I know. [ For what it's worth, he agrees. ] And I am sorry.
[ He clatters backwards into a desk as he scrounges for space, using it to leverage his next strike. This time, straight for that hateful eye. ]
when it seems they're full of something, he tries to sort of judge how heavy they are and maybe what might be in them... if they seem easily openable, he'll take a peek, but otherwise he just sets them aside to pry off the wooden board.]
[ Joonghyuk is unable to see anything that strictly looks like a school. As for warehouses, some of them might look kinda warehouse-y, but he gets the sense that wherever Dimitri and Emet-Selch are, they’re currently unreachable. The streets look dead, more or less, though as he squints down, he can see that one street in particular seems to still have flickering street lamps. It looks like it might be one of these kinds of streets, as he can see short blips of lamps and stores, ish, through jutting roof pieces, but he can’t see much from his current vantage point. Beyond that street, he sees the city open up into what perhaps looks like a graveyard.
Dimitri may stab the corpse once more, blinding out the eye that judges him so heavily. It falls backward, twitching, gurgling, but the whispers of blame don’t stop. It promises to find you, it promises to remember him, and it promises him the same fate returned. We were friends. It doesn’t seem the ideal sort of dead even with the eye stab, and though it writhes for the time being, bones cracking, room getting hot, it feels like it’ll keep pursuing you.
Emet-Selch can test the crates as he pushes and pulls them around. He can open them, sure. Why he couldn’t smell this beforehand is anyone’s guess — maybe all the blood and the rot and black soot messed with his senses a little bit? But he finds a bunch of skulls in the box. Notably, there is an opening either on top or on the back of every skull, the insides mostly empty aside from some viscera. The smell of antiseptic mixed with rot hits him like a tidal wave. Gross! ]
[ Ugh... He guesses it's better to stick with them, especially if he gets the sense he can't physically reach them. He will go down the stairs then, but this time heading down to the lower floor where the sound came from. ]
Focus.
[ IS THIS THE OBJECTIVE. Joonghyuk is really doing fine here, for now. ]
[ He doesn't know this person, he thinks. But he'd believe they were friends; what it says all feels true, spoken so directly to him that it raises the hairs on his neck. Part of him wants to take this body with him, to find a proper resting place, at least.
He nearly reaches for the corpse's hand, regardless of its rotting flesh, but tears his eyes away for now; at least he's got practice at ignoring these things. ]
...Joonghyuk? Emet-Selch? Are you still with me? I was attacked—be on your guard.
[ While the corpse is 'dead,' is there somewhere he can escape to? Is that noise around to follow? ]
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—Hold. There's something there.
[ So he actually will try to pry one free, just to see if it'll shimmy loose with enough effort. ]
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[what is going on over there, guys...
hm. he still doesn't want to touch this unknown substance, so after inspecting it, he stands, moving cautiously down his own hallway.]
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Dimitri may try to shimmy the boards, but they seem pretty solid despite their haphazard nailjob. However, the board seems pretty weak. The crashing continues, just a little farther.
Emet-Selch can continue going down, but before that -- as he stands up after a close inspection of the black material, he'll feel briefly lightheaded, like he's just experienced a bout of hypotension. It's brief, but it's nauseating, vision swimming, and takes a second for his vision to clear. Continuing down, he'll see through flashing lights that... whatever this place is, it's not that huge, but he's starting to get the sense that maybe the black powder is actually what the warehouse is for. The why of it really leaves a lot to be questioned, but he can see flashes of small white bags, shelves stained with more black, blood on the floor.
For all three of you, regardless of where, it really feels like you're in a maze. ]
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... I'm moving forward.
[ He's going to basically follow the sound of his pebble, but he will keep an eye out to see if there's obviously another path to take. The least rubble is the one he is more likely to take, or if there's a trail of something. In that case, it doesn't matter the debris.
Anyway, hole must be exit, right? Open air must also mean opening. ]
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[ Except by that, he means he's going to hurry after the noise, check for the frailest board, and shoulder-check it as hard as possible with the intent of breaking it down.
Fastest way through a maze is to bust down a wall, probably. ]
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[why does it sound like he's trying to BREAK SHIT ALREADY he hates this family. he's cut off by that sudden lightheadedness, though, reaching out to brace himself against the wall until it passes.
after a few moments of consideration, and observing how much more of the substance is around... he takes his sword and slices off a portion of his robe sleeve, taking a moment to tie the fabric over his nose and mouth to try to avoid breathing in any of this powder. it looks like it might be hard to avoid disturbing it, scattered as it is.
he inspects the blood on the floor, when he comes to it, to see if it looks fresh at all-- and how much there is.]
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Dimitri can body check it, sure, and the wood splinters and cracks and he can fall right through the door. Rotten, old, decrepit. He lands on some kind of classroom, it seems, and one side seems completely plastered with posters for something. Very well-made flyers advertising something called the BLUE NIGHT. Even the main topic of the day on the board seems to be study about the Blue Night. There's something large, long, and dark at the center of the classroom, though, all the chairs and tables pushed out of the way to make room for it.
I think it's funny I could almost imagine the exact facial expression Emet would have the moment I read the tag on my front page. But anyway congrats on your COVID mask, it actually does help him feel a bit better though it still lingers. The blood seems... all kinds, actually. Old and dry, but also still wet, too. But no warmth. None of it seems fresh, but amount wise? A lot. Emet may draw his conclusions from seeing so much blood but in such varying degrees of freshness. ]
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Joonghyuk believes he's above the police, likewise above DO NOT CROSS. Take him upstairs. He will tread carefully to not make a noise. The other two will receive silence as he wants to continue being discreet. ]
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'Blue Night'...?
[ The giant thing in the middle of the room demands attention though, so he goes over to check out what it is. Is it obvious at a glance? Otherwise, he'll see if he can move it. ]
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does the blood form any sort of trail in this mazelike warehouse situation? also-- you know, i forgot to ask. how tall are the fixtures/etc in here. can he just, like, see over shelves and stuff.
if there's no visible clue of where to go, then he is just choosing a direction and proceeding cautiously.]
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So I don't know if they have them in Fodlan, but Dimitri will see that the item in the center of the room is.......... a body bag! It is fucking huge, too -- like seven feet tall at least. It sits there, cold and unmoving, zipped up closed to the top. Hmmmm. He can try to move it too, but it is appropriately heavy.
As for the shelves. Well, it's kind of weird -- the furniture is distinctly larger than the kinds he's had to get used to between the Prism and the Hotel, but it's not Ancient-sized. They're very tall shelves for oh I don't know, people who average 7 feet-ish in general. He can reach the top shelves easily, but no guarantee he can just see over everything. It's like, a Crystal Peek situation. He can, however, follow the blood trail; as messy as it is, it does seem to very messily, very loosely head a certain way... ]
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A consistent metal sound can be heard from the lower floors of this hospital. [ Only cause they actually fade, rather than stop completely. ] I've gone up the stairs and may have reached the rooftop. If it's safe, I will survey the perimeter.
[ ... ]
Blue Night?
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[ And catch the occasional glimpse of them, but right now his attention is on this body bag. He does not know what this is. Terrible. He's going to try and open it. ]
There are adverts for something called Blue Night. And something else—one moment.
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[he does try peeking over the shelves, but since the blood trail is a bit of a more pressing concern...
yeah. time to follow that. emet-selch keeps a hold of his sword, now, at the ready in case he ends up needing it.]
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There is indeed a small window on the door, the glass pane dirty. He can squint into it, and he sees a completely black night sky — no stars, no light. Despite it, he can see the skyline and the immediate rooftop. It’s some kind of city, grimy and dark and anything but welcoming. No sounds of life, no sound of business. Nothing. It looks dry, but he can hear the softest roll of thunder in the distance.
I want to make fun of Dimitri for opening a clearly very bad thing but also I commend him for doing so because if he left it alone I would’ve been like aw. Anyway, he can zip open this thing, it’s not locked or anything. In fact, the zipper glides more smoothly you might expect, possibly at least partially in thanks to the blood that stains the metal. He opens it, and sees something within. It’s just a bag full of very nice kitties… if the kitties were actually a corpse, I mean. When he opens it, he feels a rush of heat, like fire — and the body within is blackened, charred.
After a second or so, the body abruptly sits up, motions robotic, one eye in its sunken socket in the soot-stained skull staring deeply into Dimitri’s own. Despair. Rage. Pain. The body lurches forward abruptly, rotten hands, wet with blood yet still hot, trying to close around his throat.
Emet-Selch can continue onwards down the hallway. As he does so, he’ll feel watched, though he won’t know by what. As he continues down, he starts seeing stranger and stranger things through the warehouse windows. The nausea continues. Bottles of smoke twist and turn into jars of preserved material. The core of a failed lightning sprite. The head of a wolf-like creature, eyes open and blank, staring. The large fin of a flying, amphibious creature, familiar. Wilting flowers, black, pitch black, ready to crumble away at any second, now. After some walking down the twisting hallways, he feels this light shift of wind, the black dust staining his surroundings less and less. ]
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Anyway, he doesn't respond to Emet's update; the only answer is a choked grunt as he's nearly strangled by this sudden, giant corpse bearing down at him. He blinks wide in surprise, a split second spent staring blankly at the body and the charred patches spotting wet, red flesh, but as soon as it's near enough to touch, his reaction is immediate.
He throws an arm up to try and prevent being throttled, the silvery flash of a dagger rising to meet the corpse after, driving in towards in towards the fleshy spot below its chin. ]
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the sensation of being watched has him on edge, the nausea certainly not helping, and those somewhat familiar sights are-- unsettling. especially the flowers, given what they are.
as a wave of that nausea hits, he presses the fabric mask over his face a little tighter, trying to keep breathing shallowly, but-- at least there's less of the black dust. the wind might mean fresher air, at least, and that's beginning to feel sorely needed.
if it's coming from a particular direction, he follows it.]
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The burnt corpse wheezes, spitting blood onto Dimitri as it tries to croak, speak something to him, but its vocal chords are burnt nigh to ash. Despite this, what it hisses manages to get through to him, an echo that roots itself like it’s his own consciousness. It sounds, perhaps something like IT SHOULD’VE BEEN YOU. The dagger buries itself deep into the corpse’s head, and its head snaps back unnaturally, though the eye never stops staring, boring into him. However, the jerk backward does cause the hold on his neck to loosen for a minute.
Emet-Selch can continue onwards, twisting through hallway after hallway until he finally reaches a set of double-doors, wooden, held shut with a wooden board and a couple of crates. Fortunately for him, he actually sees sunlight through the sliver — orange, for evening, likely. And more importantly, fresh air… or well, comparatively fresh air, which might be the best he can ask for at the moment. The crates are a bit heavy and seem full of... something, but they seem moveable. ]
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Rooftop is clear.
[ Can he find.... A school in the distance? Or a warehouse? ]
But I feel if I left the hospital, I will be outside of contact range.
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He coughs out a few scratchy words as he yanks the blade free. ]
...I know. [ For what it's worth, he agrees. ] And I am sorry.
[ He clatters backwards into a desk as he scrounges for space, using it to leverage his next strike. This time, straight for that hateful eye. ]
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when it seems they're full of something, he tries to sort of judge how heavy they are and maybe what might be in them... if they seem easily openable, he'll take a peek, but otherwise he just sets them aside to pry off the wooden board.]
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Dimitri may stab the corpse once more, blinding out the eye that judges him so heavily. It falls backward, twitching, gurgling, but the whispers of blame don’t stop. It promises to find you, it promises to remember him, and it promises him the same fate returned. We were
friends. It doesn’t seem the ideal sort of dead even with the eye stab, and though it writhes for the time being, bones cracking, room getting hot, it feels like it’ll keep pursuing you.Emet-Selch can test the crates as he pushes and pulls them around. He can open them, sure. Why he couldn’t smell this beforehand is anyone’s guess — maybe all the blood and the rot and black soot messed with his senses a little bit? But he finds a bunch of skulls in the box. Notably, there is an opening either on top or on the back of every skull, the insides mostly empty aside from some viscera. The smell of antiseptic mixed with rot hits him like a tidal wave. Gross! ]
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Focus.
[ IS THIS THE OBJECTIVE. Joonghyuk is really doing fine here, for now. ]
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He nearly reaches for the corpse's hand, regardless of its rotting flesh, but tears his eyes away for now; at least he's got practice at ignoring these things. ]
...Joonghyuk? Emet-Selch? Are you still with me? I was attacked—be on your guard.
[ While the corpse is 'dead,' is there somewhere he can escape to? Is that noise around to follow? ]
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[he closes his eyes briefly, then... sets these boxes of skulls aside. there's nothing to be done for it now, disgusting as it is.
he sets about opening the door, then, still cautious-- cracking it open as opposed to trying to fling the double doors wide.]
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