"You just, ah, grappled me there, kid..." That was almost harder to process than their flashlight spontaneously exploding but he had no time to so much as laugh to diffuse the tension when the ground started rumbling beneath them.
Shit, he hadn't miscalculated this badly, had he? No one mentioned anything about the first floor crumbling out from beneath them! And Mob--what was going on? The kid had been a little off all afternoon but he was seriously off now. It's like all his natural psychic defenses were completely offline. All these factors flashed through his head but there was no time to waste--Reigen set about to righting themselves but it was no use. The pool of debris beneath them shifted and rumbled like an angry wave and they were along for the ride.
"Mob, hang on--" Reigen got a facefull of dust and he coughed but didn't let go of his pupil's arm--and his instinct to protect their heads with whatever limbs he had free paid off when they were rolling into a sudden hard stop.
Sometimes, the best thing to do when you weren't sure what to do was nothing. Reigen laid still with Mob under a fine layer of debris until he was certain the floor would stop shifting before feeling in his pocket for a spare keychain flashlight--yep, too small to die. Great. He lit up the space between them and inspected Mob. "Hey, talk to me."
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Date: 2023-08-17 05:17 am (UTC)Shit, he hadn't miscalculated this badly, had he? No one mentioned anything about the first floor crumbling out from beneath them! And Mob--what was going on? The kid had been a little off all afternoon but he was seriously off now. It's like all his natural psychic defenses were completely offline. All these factors flashed through his head but there was no time to waste--Reigen set about to righting themselves but it was no use. The pool of debris beneath them shifted and rumbled like an angry wave and they were along for the ride.
"Mob, hang on--" Reigen got a facefull of dust and he coughed but didn't let go of his pupil's arm--and his instinct to protect their heads with whatever limbs he had free paid off when they were rolling into a sudden hard stop.
Sometimes, the best thing to do when you weren't sure what to do was nothing. Reigen laid still with Mob under a fine layer of debris until he was certain the floor would stop shifting before feeling in his pocket for a spare keychain flashlight--yep, too small to die. Great. He lit up the space between them and inspected Mob. "Hey, talk to me."