(catchall / open)

[paraselenes]

WHO: dimitri & others
WHERE: misc.
WHEN: november!
WHAT: event stuff, etc! feel free to ask me for a starter over at my plotting comment, or just wildcard me whatever, i love wildcards
WARNINGS: will update as necessary

November Event & Tasks outside catch-all

• w/Childe
  
• w/Augustine
  
• w/Lottie
  
• w/Felix
  
• w/Fukawa
  
• w/Joonghyuk
  
• w/D

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[paraselenes]

[ It's hard to place this man, Laurent. He moves like someone tutored in combat, carrying himself with a familiar assurance, but his words are uncouth, bitter as anything; is the vulgarity meant to unsettle him? Is it a provocation?

Either way, Dimitri only answers by fixing him with a hard look, unamused. ]

...The guards travel alone, and if their power is nullified as ours are, then we should be able to overrun them with numbers.

[ The blatant overconfidence would work in their favor, though the problem then is finding an escape route. But given how worn and fractured the buildings are here, he can't imagine it's impossible to slip through the cracks. ]

I'll deal with the next patrol. [ They can't just keep knocking guards out ad nauseum without someone catching on, but it'll buy some time, at least. ] —Your clothes can wait.

[ Not a priority! They can escape in rags for all that Dimitri cares. And with that, he hurries down the hall, wasting no time in clobbering a lazy sentry mid-yawn as they turn the corner. ]

[wrists]

[ his clothes are a priority, thank you, but dimitri scampers off like an overly confident dog before laurent can point this out. the man is strong, at least — for that he's grateful, considering laurent would rather use his head than exert himself unnecessarily. while dimitri takes down another guard, laurent quickly searches the body, leaving the cumbersome club behind when he finds a short blade instead. this is much preferred.

laurent makes quick work of the rest of the doors, each lock clicking open, and stops to free a handful of shackles before leaving the keys with the prisoners to help themselves. he joins dimitri at the corner as people begin to rush around them — and sentries start streaming in, though they're far outnumbered by the newly freed prisoners. ]

We need to find a way out. Don't waste your time playing the brute.

[ laurent beckons dimitri with him as he takes off down the winding hallway, the lights fading to near perfect darkness. the screams behind them fade, and laurent spies an arrow painted on the wall, a dark bloody red. he places a palm to the cold stone, hesitating only briefly before he steps inside, the temperature plunging. he can no longer hear the prisoners, only the steady sound of dripping water, the stone damp beneath his feet as he traverses the underground mausoleum.

phosphorescent fungi clings to the walls, just barely offering enough light to keep him from stumbling, but laurent keeps his hand grazing the stone to watch his steps, his eyes wide in the dark. he can barely see dimitri, but he can sense his presence nearby. a skittering little creature runs by, small and glowing. laurent has half a mind to grab it to use it for light, but it's possible it could bite. ]

We're below the surface. [ he can readily tell from his brief imprisonment below ground courtesy of govart's attempt to kill him. ] We just need to find a set of —

[ something cold and wet wraps around his ankle, and he's abruptly pulled to the floor, landing hard and dragged unceremoniously across the rough stone. on his back, he comes face to face with a mottled gray abysmal, caught in one of its tentacles. he sinks his knife into the slippery flesh and pulls, blood spilling over him before another tentacle slams his wrist to the ground, the knife clattering across the stone. fear swells in him and he swears the creature bares its teeth in hunger as if in response. ]

[paraselenes]

[ They've equipped the others with what they need to escape, their hunger and fury overtaking the sentries with ease and stealing their weapons to beat back fresh guards as they stumble in, confused and in disarray. The freed prisoners do more work than Dimitri can with a single club, though part of him hesitates to leave the din all the same. It takes a moment to convince himself to follow Laurent, and perhaps only because he's taking off alone, in more danger on his own than the escaping throng of prisoners here.

And he did say he'd protect him.

...As it turns out, navigating a dripping, dark cave of a ruin as they are, that was probably the right move. Dimitri only hums in agreement, the dank, stale humidity of their surroundings suggesting that this is some underground channel of sorts, but he's more focused on squinting into the dark at what might possibly, maybe be a passageway?

But it only takes the length of that one sideways glance for something to go awry; his attention snaps back at the sound of Laurent taking a hard fall, the luminescent plants capturing the vague, writhing outline of tentacles.

And—for better or worse, a brute is exactly what he is. And it's only another instant before he answers the call of violence with violence, eyes flared wide and digging his nails in to get a grip on the slippery, mottled tentacle that's pinned Laurent's arm; something wakes then in his blood then, dozing and sealed away as it'd been in their cell, the barrier's effects finally flagging. It takes one tug to tear the tentacle off the Abysmal's main body as his strength answers him. It rips viciously free in rubbery sinew, dark blood—the monster rears back with a ripple of motion and limbs and unholy noise and he chases after its momentum like a hound, unyielding.

A stray bolt of electricity or two arcs off of Dimitri in the meantime, flashing bright enough against the mausoleum walls for Laurent to find that knife of his—or, even better, an exit. ]