CAN YOU HEAR ME, MAJOR TOM?

She smiled and nodded her head softly. Joanna took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. Her balance was off centered a bit but she balanced out quickly. She gave a small snort.

Simon shoots her a look, eyebrows raised in amusement. "That sounds soooo... fun," he responds, tone dripping with sarcasm. It's certainly no secret that Simon struggles to sit still ( he'd been on medication for it, as a kid --- but supplies dwindled fast in the wake of the Quiet Rapture, and Simon barely remembers his childhood as it stands ). The thought of sitting quietly and doing nothing for a few hours sounds like a fucking nightmare, but as long as he's got something to fidget with while she teaches he should be fine. Hell, the various braids littering her hair are evidence enough of that.

" yeah, yeah, sure, me - the - second, " he mutters under his breath, " whatever you say. " disregarding the petty response entirely, he instead turns his attention to the map, quickly pinpointing the spot. then he looks to his own console, and his heart drops down to somewhere around his knees. " . . . eight - twenty - five, eight - fifty, " he murmurs in response, trying to act less terrified than he fucking feels. " a cave, huh? " whatever was coming through that speaker, it was fucking close.

so now, we have two options. either meet up and join at the middle, and finally get a good look at whatever was clearly fucking with him. or, run the entirely goddamned opposite direction. in a loop. because the cave is a fucking circle.

slowly, he inhales, trying to get clarity – trying to ignore the constant sting of iron and chemicals. his eyes trail up where the crack in the porthole would be, visually tracing the invisible line against the solid iron plating. " . . . so there's two ways we can do this, " he relays finally, crossing his arms and leaning back against the broken seat of the chair. one hand scratches at his scruff as he talks. " we can either go in opposite directions, scan for an exit, and . . . trust, " he can't help the snort that comes out with the word, like he would trust this fucker, " that the other will tell us when we find one. because we're both stuck in this shithole. "

Without even realising, he mimics his double's actions. Leaning back in the broken chair, scratching at his scruff as he listens. And despite himself, he snorts in response to the other's accidental pun. "...Okay. Uh --- well I figure the odds are I get eaten no matter what I do." He hums, considering the options. "I'm gonna take a leap of faith here and assume you're not a huge fish monster trying to kill me. So with that in mind: if we meet up together we're just givin' the thing more food, right? Hey, fish-alien! Here's the main course you ordered. Oh, you liked it so much you want seconds? Well, you're in luck! --- you get me?"

What had once been an attempt at staying calm all but falls out the window the second Simon implies what she thinks he's getting at. A great shadow falls over her face, eyes wide, breathing beginning to shake.

There were others. People had been sent here. On purpose. To die. And it was incredibly likely that she had failed to save most, if not all of them. Had they returned, they would have not sent anybody else in. What good was an execution if the prisoner could slip free of his noose at the last moment?

She's barely cognizant to the speech written upon Simon's papers, feral eyes hazing over a glazed look. Her thumb rubs over her mother's sword at the hilt, the cool metal beneath calloused skin grounding her again.

"Then it's a good thing you ran into me," Robin spoke, looking around. "By now, the yōkai are already alerted to your presence. I'm sure at some point during the night, they would have eaten you up. Or worse."

The shifter sighed, running a hand through her hair, self soothing. "I can take you some place safe until the coast is clear or morning breaks. Then I'll get you out of the woods and back to your home. Sound good?"

he doesn't like to use his powers all that often because connecting to them connects him to the eye god/blood eel/whatever eldritch entity has a hold on him. this is where it gets similar to moon knight: in the way 616 marc has brain damage as a direct result of khonshu/an alien eldritch horror sharing his mind, so too does simon.

Now the writing's on the wall

It won't go away

It's an omen

You just run on automation

The sheer panic in his voice is enough to have her nerves flaring up . He was usually the one who was more put together . . In her eyes at least . That's just how he held himself around her .

Poor sheltered Stella as soon as it's in his hand ? She's scooting herself back into her corner . Terror burrowing its way into her heart . It was in this moment , that she felt the most useless . . She ever had in her natural life . And it hit her like a ton of bricks .

HULL BREACH. HULL BREACH. HULL BREACH.

If he were here alone, he'd screamd and shout and rip the damn thing out of the wall. Unfortunately, he's keenly aware of Stella cowering in the corner. And so he does as he always does: shuts his own feelings out for the sake of hers. A deep, shaky breath before he reaches up and smacks the speaker -- once, twice, until it stops making noise.

  cyn took to the roof, and looked round and round. she looked left, she looked right, she looked up, and then — right. " HELLO. " cyn said to insert muse here, and to thee, " WHO'S YOUR SPECIAL FELLA ? I WANT ONE FOR ME ! "

Gambit brushed himself off, smirking at the 'he couldn't be there' comment. He had been many places he shouldn't be, yet, it never stopped him from continuing to put himself there. It was what he was after all. A thief. Thieves always got into places they were meant to be kept out of. Now this was a little different as he didnt plan this venture, but his pride still told him it didnt matter.

He arched a brow when the other man spoke about being fed to a tree. "Did ah hear ya right? Fed....to ah tree?" Remy had to hold back a laugh. Even so, he knew better than to doubt him too much. He saw many sentient vegetation on Krakoa not to mention being consumed by many a creature.

"Ya don have to worry much about me. Gambit can hold his own." Though he frowned, "But ta be truthful? Ah don' know how ah got here. But I am. And based on what ya told me sounds like ya might need mah help, non?"