[ His doubt is one Subaru mirrors for all of the few seconds it takes to break his way in. If the architecture will betray them, maybe the space of this object won't? That echo of the locking mechanism coming apart rifts his attention between the noise and the unnerving silence that follows. It's the silence of being perceived. And in it, a tumultuous wave surges: it's rage and it's agony, it's the lulling dance of a viper's tongue licking at its edges.
On the edges of it, creatures come calling on them to make a choice. He hears claws on pavement, dripping.
Subaru follows Agent Choi's bid to get him in first, though he makes a face when he realizes that he intends to put himself closer to the door. Inside, the space is taller than it is wide — to call it enough room would be gracious. But even hurriedly clambering into the dim metallic scent of disuse, they fit. Balancing a palm on Choi's middle, he loops his opposite arm around him to get at the door's lock. Sternly, he refuses to entertain the strange psychic runoff he's feeling from One and from Sleep. Just for a moment. ]
Hold the door closed as tightly as you can.
[ Voice thinning to a whisper against his arm, he starts tracing another glyph onto the door, something to invert force placed against it. It should, theoretically, act as a second lock. It's also not the only magic emitting soft light in the dark.
All the places they touch blur with a similar glow, too. ]
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On the edges of it, creatures come calling on them to make a choice. He hears claws on pavement, dripping.
Subaru follows Agent Choi's bid to get him in first, though he makes a face when he realizes that he intends to put himself closer to the door. Inside, the space is taller than it is wide — to call it enough room would be gracious. But even hurriedly clambering into the dim metallic scent of disuse, they fit. Balancing a palm on Choi's middle, he loops his opposite arm around him to get at the door's lock. Sternly, he refuses to entertain the strange psychic runoff he's feeling from One and from Sleep. Just for a moment. ]
Hold the door closed as tightly as you can.
[ Voice thinning to a whisper against his arm, he starts tracing another glyph onto the door, something to invert force placed against it. It should, theoretically, act as a second lock. It's also not the only magic emitting soft light in the dark.
All the places they touch blur with a similar glow, too. ]