5 - Acorn

[to_dust]

[C'rizz does have his pack with him when it goes dark and impactful, but he doesn't know how to use most of what's in it. He has some water, some food, but limited medical supplies and no torch.

So when he comes to, he has to navigate by hearing and touch. It's very good hearing, but he wishes he had light; a packet of everlasting matches, even, would go down well. Because he can hear things, far away, in the dark.]

Comments

[beingdifferent]

Yes. [She throws the dice and immediately reaches out in the darkness, unafraid of where he might lead her. Better him first than her.

Turning her head to speak in Roderick's direction, she gives an order phrased as a question.] Can you find your way to us?

[to_dust]

[C'rizz's hand is only slightly warmer than the air around them, the skin thick and leathery. He gives a reassuring squeeze when the warmer, smaller hand finds his.]

We'll all get out of here. Roderick--?

[characterdefect]

[He reaches out to take her hand, slightly irritated at the fact that this puts him distant from C'rizz but cognizant of the reasoning. Still: C'rizz is family. She is not.]

Lead the way, man. I've got your back.

[Maybe eventually there will be a knife in it! But not yet.]

[beingdifferent]

[Linked to them both, Esther turns ninety degrees to avoid walking sideways as she holds their hands. In this environment she's got no reason to endanger Roderick; he'll be far more useful to her if he's alive and working with her.]

I'm ready.

[to_dust]

All right. Slowly and carefully does it.

[Howsoever slow and careful, there's the occasional muttered curse as C'rizz finds upturned rocks with his shins-- but no pitsfalls swallow them, nothing leaps on them in the dark. There's a flow of -- well, not fresh air, but the air of a larger room, with some circulation, the passageway audibly widening as the echoes of their steps get fainter and further away.

C'rizz stops them, shrinking back a wall and tugging the rest with him.]

Esther? I hear motion. Lots. Can you-- very, very quietly light your lighter?

[characterdefect]

[He is beginning to get acquainted to the dark. It's not ideal, but it could be worse. This is a group he understands and thinks he can control; he'd rather the formula didn't change.]

[And yet here it is about to, as he presses his back against the wall at C'rizz's urging. He squeezes Esther's hand in a reassuring way, then lets it go so she can reach for her lighter.]

[beingdifferent]

[Esther stays silent at C'rizz's request, slowly letting go of Roderick's hand after the assertion of comfort. She untucks the lighter from under the ribbon on her wrist and flicks it on, squinting under the sudden light.]

[to_dust]

[C'rizz shields his eyes, wincing-- the wan light doesn't show much, but there's-- movement. Small, hominid... not reacting to the light, either.]

They must be blind. [He's breathing it, low.] I can't hear them talking. Why don't they say anything?

[characterdefect]

Maybe they don't speak. [Barely audible.] But they can probably sense movement.

Be still, or. [You know. Get out something sharp, if you happen to have it. Roderick would kill for a knife right now.]

[beingdifferent]

[The sight of the creatures surprises Esther, almost enough to make her hand shake. She nods, catching Roderick's meaning, and glances between the men, hoping one of them is armed before sneaking her hand into her bag.]

Can we get away from them?

[to_dust]

We need to find the surface. Go up.

[He doesn't know the way-- 'up' will have to do. Any passage that slopes that way-- or any rock face in this cavern that can be climbed.]

Look, I'm sorry, but you're very small and we may need to run, would you mind riding on my back. Roderick, can we move the things from my pack into yours so she can-?.

[characterdefect]

[Rolling his eyes in the dark where they can't see, he slowly, quietly opens his pack and grabs for C'rizz's, making the transfer of items. He'd sooner just leave Esther behind, but that probably wouldn't go over well.]