it's going down (i'm yelling cave-in)
Okay, being so rough might have been a bit unnecessary, but you sort of expect an over-the-top response when the heavens crack open and an angel comes plummeting to earth. Except a little less of a metaphor and more of a wow, thereâs a human being lying on the floor of my mine, and really Iâm just glad the whole roof didnât come down.
"Uh. Oreburgh Mine? Floor B-1, I guess?" Roark straightened up, offering the other man a hand to pull himself up. "Are you sure youâre okay? Nothing broken? Because Iâm not sure I know how to treat that if anything is." He struggled to remember the basic first aid courses he took years ago. Yeah, nothing more helpful than how to do CPR, and he was pretty sure this guy wasnât in need of that.
In all honesty, he had no idea how something like this would have happened. It wasnât exactly as though the ground overhead was eggshell-thin or anything; people tramped around up there all day, doing this and that. Maybe it was that? Combined with possible erosion from the bad weather theyâd been hit with recentlyâŚ
"Iâm Roark, the safety supervisor here, so that makes this my problem." He sighed heavily, tipping his head back to gaze through the brand-new hole at the darkening sky. "If you could just describe to me where you were and what you were doing when all this happened so I can write up a report, thatâd be great."
"Uh. I don't think anything's broken, but honestly I wouldn't be surprised if something was," Falkner mumbled, standing up with a bit of help from the redhead who he'd almost fallen on and attempting to wipe off his now dirt-covered hakama. While he was dusting his outfit off, silently bemoaning how his white tabi were really no longer white, the redhead told him that he was the safety supervisor. Falkner's temper flared up a bit when he found that out. 'Roark', the safety supervisor, obviously wasn't a good supervisor, if he was just letting people leave all that junk around for people to trip over and fall through unstable ground. Seriously.Â
He was about to give this guy a piece of his mind, but upon being asked the details of how exactly he fell, Falkner furrowed his brow deeper, more in thought than anger this time. With just a little bite in his voice he said, "I was just coming back from exploring the mine grounds and I tripped over this dumb pickaxe and fell down. Is there anything else  you need to know, Mr. Safety Supervisor?"















