#cryogenicmuses

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RP Tags. The Huh, the Ugh and the What the Actual Fuck?

❝ Shit, oh shit. Fuck! ❞ Sebastian pulled at his hair, pacing around the hole that had opened up just feet away from him. It was about the size of an adult person, the shape of it a perfect circular configuration that made the situation feel all the more real.

Because Abigail had fallen through it.

They made it to the fifth level of the mines by the time the hole appeared out of nowhere and had taken her. Her determination and lust for adventure spurred them forward, but it didn't anticipate the sudden consternation of being separated so suddenly. It happened in a blink of an eye. They heard a rumble, and suddenly, the ground had opened up right from under her.

The last thing he heard was her terrified screams until the darkness swallowed her up. He couldn't have reacted fast enough to catch her.

They told each other they weren't going to split up. That they were going to work together and see how far down they could get, and help reset the elevator. To help the town out, or so her reasonings had been. It sounded good in theory. Fun, even. Abigail seemed so confident that he thought he could be confident, too.

Look it where it got them.

He had a measly weapon in his hand; one he got from Marlon at the Adventure's Guild. It was strong enough to handle the upper-levels, but depending on how far she fell, there was no saying how deep the levels went. He wouldn't be able to defend himself the further he went down.

❝ ABIGAIL! ❞ Sebastian fell to his knees, dropping the sword by his side to cup his hands around his mouth to create an echo effect, praying she fell a single story down the length of the mines and would be able to hear him. All he needed was to know was that she was okay.

He wasn't going to abandon her. He knew she would do the same for him.

❝ Fuck, fuck, fuck... ABIGAIL!! ❞ He yelled a pitiful attempt once more, but was beginning to feel helpless the longer she didn't answer back. Was she hurt down there? Knocked out cold? ..... Dead?

He looked around helplessly as his next attempt to find help. It was useless, he knew that, but if he prayed hard enough, maybe someone would materialize out of thin air to save her.

He couldn't imagine leaving the mines without her. Not now.

HURT FEELINGS || ACCEPTING

The funeral had been a disaster, screaming from Hindley's side and disdain on the other. It seemed no matter what he said Heathcliff's words didn't seem to reach anyone, and once the lightning began striking the house...words didn't matter anymore. Catherine had died; Meursault could tell even prior to Nelly's announcement, atmosphere thick with sadness among the tension. The other man's features were grim, teeth digging onto lower lip and hands curled into fists.

Before long did the other man finally speak, voice shaking as if on the verge of an outburst.

ShinRa was in shambles. Sleipnir found it interesting to watch them fall about over their own mistake. Why, Genesis had been one of theirs and when he defected, they simply tried to cover it up – wanting to hide their sins.

And now their decision was backfiring on them. Sleipnir wasn't surprised to be sent on an emergency mission to 'take out' the 'traitor', though what they believed he could do against Genesis was beyond him. He was skilled, yes, but he knew how to choose his battles. This was not one he believed he could win, but at this point ShinRa doing what they could to stall for time.

Even so, Sleipnir had went – not because of his loyalty to ShinRa, but because of his sheer curiosity.

And oh, what a sight Genesis made. Sleipnir wasn't sure he had ever seen anything more beautiful than this.

"You are stunning," the words were surprisingly genuine, coming from Sleipnir. He was meant to stay hidden and observe, but that had become futile the moment he felt Genesis' power.

Moving forward, he bent onto one knee in front of the former Red Commander; like one would do when showing their loyalty to a King - or a God, in this case.

"It is an honour, to be before you like this. Please, allow me to worship you."

Plotted starter for @cryogenicmuses

Enigmatic as always, Kafka's presence often heralds the imminent approach of turbulent yet pivotal times ahead. There's no telling what she's here for or how long she'd stay. But one thing is for certain: She carries with her the faint lingering fragrance of roses each time.

And it is this familiar scent that greets them first before she does, easily sliding into the vacant seat by the drink lounge without a care in the world.

@cryogenicmuses - some random opening up at camp with Lae'zel!

Terra had done her very best to be nearly invisible while listening to the other companions discuss their opinions and trying to learn from them; she had refused to fight, but she was happy to find supplies, take care of the pets, and retrieve objects, and had almost thought she'd get away with her pacifist ways until the camp had been attacked and the dog had been in danger. She had let her magic spread, her body glowing and the enemies disintegrating before her eyes, leaving the group to stare at her.