[-- And to think, Sakura had the nerve to assume the surprises would end at a sentient root nearly dissecting their space ship.
But no, now there's a strange creature punching zippers into the floor. Bruno gives her no quarter, either, immediately dragging her through what she can only assume is a dimensional pocket (???), one that spits them out at a predetermined location and would have left her stumbling if not for Bruno's grip on her arm.]
Wha--?
[She has so many, many complaints about all of this (all of which would go straight over her companion's head, he's not a magus, he wouldn't understand why this is a cosmically sick joke she's been shown) -- but there is no time for it, the hallway won't stay clear forever. Even though the idea of having to escape into the vastness of space leaves her heart in her throat, Sakura doesn't dawdle in her haste. She has to survive.
It's the only thing she knows how to do.]
B-but what about your friend? The girl?
[Looking wildly over her shoulder as she follows the other. Listen, she cannot say with confidence that she'd be willing to turn back for a stranger, but at the very least, it seems important to remind Bruno, no matter the iron grip she has on the back of his jacket]
[ so there is a limit to what she'll just silently accept - he supposes that if anything were too strange to believe, it would be Stands, especially if one can't actually see what's happening, as Bucciarati assumes she can't. She's given him no reason to think she's got anything to do with the supernatural at all. Once they're back on solid ground, he takes a step forward, though he keeps a firm grasp on her arm. ]
It's a power I have. Don't be afraid.
[ that's all he offers in explanation - the rest can come later if she needs to hear it. He starts moving, hurrying with her in tow around the unsettling alien structure lodged through the flooring. Distantly above, the sounds of gunfire can be heard.
It doesn't feel good to leave people up there, but he's not stupid enough to think he can save everyone by himself. Were he to run back in, he'd just get himself killed. There's no one up there that he knows is depending on him - despite Sakura's urgent question. He glances over his shoulder at her, briefly. ]
[Mouth dropping open in slight shock, only for her teeth to click shut when another rumble of gunfire thunders overhead. Her heart trembles inside her ribcage -- not from panic, not yet, she can't afford to drown in fear, but there's suddenly too many variables that require her attention, and that's to say nothing of that steady, unyielding grip on her arm. For whatever reason, Bruno means to prioritize her life.]
I don't understand, why me--
[She knows it's childish to want an answer when all their efforts should be focused on escape. The question slips out anyway, unbidden, and then is soon lost in a second rumble of noise when the parasitic structure begin to bulge outward in their corridor, like it's ready to rupture out a new wave of soldiers if they don't hurry.
If nothing else, that is all the motivation Sakura needs to stay quiet and keep pace, blindly following wherever Bruno chooses to lead her.]
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But no, now there's a strange creature punching zippers into the floor. Bruno gives her no quarter, either, immediately dragging her through what she can only assume is a dimensional pocket (???), one that spits them out at a predetermined location and would have left her stumbling if not for Bruno's grip on her arm.]
Wha--?
[She has so many, many complaints about all of this (all of which would go straight over her companion's head, he's not a magus, he wouldn't understand why this is a cosmically sick joke she's been shown) -- but there is no time for it, the hallway won't stay clear forever. Even though the idea of having to escape into the vastness of space leaves her heart in her throat, Sakura doesn't dawdle in her haste. She has to survive.
It's the only thing she knows how to do.]
B-but what about your friend? The girl?
[Looking wildly over her shoulder as she follows the other. Listen, she cannot say with confidence that she'd be willing to turn back for a stranger, but at the very least, it seems important to remind Bruno, no matter the iron grip she has on the back of his jacket]
UERGH i'm alive
It's a power I have. Don't be afraid.
[ that's all he offers in explanation - the rest can come later if she needs to hear it. He starts moving, hurrying with her in tow around the unsettling alien structure lodged through the flooring. Distantly above, the sounds of gunfire can be heard.
It doesn't feel good to leave people up there, but he's not stupid enough to think he can save everyone by himself. Were he to run back in, he'd just get himself killed. There's no one up there that he knows is depending on him - despite Sakura's urgent question. He glances over his shoulder at her, briefly. ]
That was a lie.
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[Mouth dropping open in slight shock, only for her teeth to click shut when another rumble of gunfire thunders overhead. Her heart trembles inside her ribcage -- not from panic, not yet, she can't afford to drown in fear, but there's suddenly too many variables that require her attention, and that's to say nothing of that steady, unyielding grip on her arm. For whatever reason, Bruno means to prioritize her life.]
I don't understand, why me--
[She knows it's childish to want an answer when all their efforts should be focused on escape. The question slips out anyway, unbidden, and then is soon lost in a second rumble of noise when the parasitic structure begin to bulge outward in their corridor, like it's ready to rupture out a new wave of soldiers if they don't hurry.
If nothing else, that is all the motivation Sakura needs to stay quiet and keep pace, blindly following wherever Bruno chooses to lead her.]