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Run, run, follow me [Open Mingle]
Date: Saturday, 4.1.2020
Characters: OPEN
I.
It's midday when trouble seems to brew underfoot. Literally underfoot, in cases - wherever the Numbered are, they'll suddenly find dormice approaching them, running around their feet, in some cases up their legs, aiming to get their attention, and then running off - coming back again, running off once more in the same direction.
Trying to get the Numbered to FOLLOW.
II.
If Numbered decide to follow the mice, they'll be lead through the streets, fields, or whatever there is (in some cases, this might mean that the mice are trying to lead them through the military area aroudn the air base). Perhaps they'll run into other Numbered on the way - all mice seem to be leading those that they lead into the exact same direction.
III.
The direction of, it turns out, the tunnels under the cliffs. The mice will easily slip through the grates that bar the entries - the grates were made to keep humans out and let a tiny mice through easily. The Numbered, however... well, the grates were installed solid and sturdy to keep humans out. The mice will vanish in the tunnels and not come back.
Characters: OPEN
I.
It's midday when trouble seems to brew underfoot. Literally underfoot, in cases - wherever the Numbered are, they'll suddenly find dormice approaching them, running around their feet, in some cases up their legs, aiming to get their attention, and then running off - coming back again, running off once more in the same direction.
Trying to get the Numbered to FOLLOW.
II.
If Numbered decide to follow the mice, they'll be lead through the streets, fields, or whatever there is (in some cases, this might mean that the mice are trying to lead them through the military area aroudn the air base). Perhaps they'll run into other Numbered on the way - all mice seem to be leading those that they lead into the exact same direction.
III.
The direction of, it turns out, the tunnels under the cliffs. The mice will easily slip through the grates that bar the entries - the grates were made to keep humans out and let a tiny mice through easily. The Numbered, however... well, the grates were installed solid and sturdy to keep humans out. The mice will vanish in the tunnels and not come back.
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Scrambling to catch another hold during his drop, he manages to briefly snag a spot with one hand to decelerate the fall. The yank at his shoulder is absorbed mostly by his muscles, and reorients his position for impact along one side. When he lands, he lands with a solid thud. It knocks the air out of him, and stuns him.
...ow.
Flashlight still functioning but cracked beside him, he rolls onto his back with teeth gritted to gather his wits about him. Now painfully aware of his mistake, he realizes he will have to back trek a ways to try again. Once he lies still for a minute to wait and see if anything is broken.
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And feel it. It does shake the cave quite a lot. Rather resembles an earthquake.
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Caution would have him lay motionless longer, but this reaction from the mouse has him pushing his way to sit partially upright. The lack of sharp pangs at least is reassuring his bones are intact and aligned. His attention is not on himself, but the giant dormouse he disturbed. Maybe it has to do with the lingering familial feeling from the Echoes he received earlier, but he can only think to do one thing. He speaks. His voice is gentle, the cadence of his words slow and the tone even. He has been a big brother long enough to know how to be reassuring, and he tries to be for the mouse, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you... I get too curious sometimes. But, everything is okay. I’m going to go back to my friends, and you can go back to sleep. There might be a happy dream waiting for you.”
He aches all over, and the hand he made the grab with is beginning to throb softly at his palm, but he needs to get moving to prove his words if the mouse heard him. Taking up his flashlight as he makes his way to his feet, Benjiro tucks his other hand to his middle to hold. His duffel bag had landed on him in the fall, and goes with him as he walks towards the tunnel he had entered from initially. There is a small hitch in his steps as he begins, but it evens out as he shakes off the passing lightheadedness.
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