we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
Are you a smug motherfucker? Yes. Do you feel even a little bit bad about it? ....yeah that's a hard no.
You glance back at the chorus of splashes, snorting a little and shaking your head. These are your tunnels; it stands to reason you would keep your footing while the others struggle. At least you all make it to the Trading Post without any real fanfare. Could be worse. You could all be on fire.
Like the poor sods who lie on the ground in front of you, very clearly dead. "Fuck." You push them gently with the tip of your boot, both wanting and not wanting to reveal recognizable faces. Melita's question draws you away; you run a hand through your hair before announcing your plan to the group. "Ah... check the tunnels. Don' go outta view'a here, though. I'm gonna look around." Ki has already scrambled to the roof of tunnel 2.
Because if your luck has held up even a little, there will be some sign of what happened here. Something written in smuggler speak, waiting to be read. Or, miracle of miracles, one of the boats you used to keep stashed away. That would be useful if the tide comes in. Holding up your lantern, you go to work, eager to find some sort of clue as to what the fuck is going on.
Zeph is looking for any sort of written clues as to what's in the tunnels, and also for the boats he kept in the Trading Post. Ki is investigating tunnel 2.
You glance back at the chorus of splashes, snorting a little and shaking your head. These are your tunnels; it stands to reason you would keep your footing while the others struggle. At least you all make it to the Trading Post without any real fanfare. Could be worse. You could all be on fire.
Like the poor sods who lie on the ground in front of you, very clearly dead. "Fuck." You push them gently with the tip of your boot, both wanting and not wanting to reveal recognizable faces. Melita's question draws you away; you run a hand through your hair before announcing your plan to the group. "Ah... check the tunnels. Don' go outta view'a here, though. I'm gonna look around." Ki has already scrambled to the roof of tunnel 2.
Because if your luck has held up even a little, there will be some sign of what happened here. Something written in smuggler speak, waiting to be read. Or, miracle of miracles, one of the boats you used to keep stashed away. That would be useful if the tide comes in. Holding up your lantern, you go to work, eager to find some sort of clue as to what the fuck is going on.
Zeph is looking for any sort of written clues as to what's in the tunnels, and also for the boats he kept in the Trading Post. Ki is investigating tunnel 2.
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