[ It's comforting to have him right there, a warm, solid and steady presence that she can rely on. As long as he's with her … everything will work out just fine. She can count on him. ]
If you were me, you'd be crowing non-stop! [ Rolls her eyes at him, even as she leans against him slightly. ] But … speaking of not being done, here. [ She offers him the grappling gun. ] I, uhm, I don't think I'll be steady enough to get us down.
[she sure can. he gives her shoulder a squeeze as he holsters his laser gun. he lowers his voice slightly, teasing and light and perhaps a bit Kid-like]
Why, Nakamori-san, swinging from grappling hooks happens to be one of my specialties. ♥
[he shoots her a playful wink as he takes the grappling gun from her]
[the way he says that is a little dorky, but he gives her no time to respond before he levels the grappling hook at a rafter hanging above the open door. with a loud bang, he fires, and the hook and attached rope zip through the air and attach to said rafter. Kaito yanks on their anchor to ensure that it's steady, before he pinches Aoko's waist gently in warning]
[he's surprisingly strong for a lanky teen who doesn't seem to be much at first glance, and he hangs onto her tightly as they swing through the air. and he really must be good at this whole grappling hook thing, because he manages to take them right through the open door and into the combat area. he lands on his feet, loosening his grip around Aoko's waist once they're on solid ground again]
O-Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god … [ THAT SURE. HAD. BEEN A THING. It had almost been thrilling, in a mildly terrifying, heart-pounding-out-of-her-chest way. ]
[ Except they're about to reach the final stage, and that means she needs to push all of that back and focus on supporting him. Takes a deep breath, reaching for the grappling gun and securing her grip on her staff. ]
[he asks, and although he's still grinning like a loon, the question is sincere. before them, the combat hall is pitch black and dark. it's impossible to see what's further into the room from the entrance]
I think you're crazy. [ She hisses, fervently, but there's a brightness in her eyes that suggests there's way more to it than just that. SHE LIKES ADVENTURE JUST AS MUCH AS HE DOES SOMETIMES, okay. It's a thing. ]
But, more importantly … [ Looks ahead, into the darkness. ]
[as soon as the two step forward, the lights above them flicker on]
[they're in what looks like a large, spacious warehouse. there are obstacles strewn across the area, things like large wooden crates, barrel drums, and so on and so forth. as with others rooms, the floor and walls are made of chrome. there's a door on the opposite side of the room, which would be pretty easy to get to, except for one small problem]
[the warehouse area is filled with gun slinging aliens.]
[and not a single one of them looks happy to see either Kaito or Aoko]
[in unison, the aliens all lift their firearms with a series of loud clicks that echo throughout the room. luckily for the adventuring duo, they don't fire just yet]
[Kaito's gaze quickly darts across the area, making note of a nearby series of stacked wooden crates. carefully, he shifts his elbow to nudge Aoko's arm. when he speaks, his voice is low]
[ She's. She's kind of frozen, staring wide-eyed at the aliens and their guns. The aliens who are staring at them, with their guns, which will be fired at them any second now, and— ]
[ Kaito nudges her, and she twitches her head in a minute nod ]
[more clicking noises as the aliens prepare to fire]
-- one!
[and then he's moving and fully expecting her to move with him, darting to the side with surprising speeds to duck behind the crates. as they move, the aliens fire! their laser beams scorch the ground and walls and even the front of the wooden crates, but as long as the duo makes it to shelter in time the most they might get is a little grazed]
[ She moves in perfect sync with him, but the trouble is … she's not quite as fast as he is. Always a step behind, never faltering, ever chasing. THE TRUE NAKAMORI WAY.
So, she might end up taking a little more damage than him. NOT THAT SHE LETS IT STOP HER; she dives forward anyway, skidding to a stop behind the crates in an awkward, clumsy roll. ]
[any hits that she does take leave tiny little scratch marks on her skin. tiiiiiny tiny little things that sting a like paper cuts]
Oi! Are you okay?
[he asks quickly as he presses his back against the crates. his gaze flickers towards her, concern written on his expression, and he has his own firearm held up and at the ready. the pew pew pew sound of lasers firing continues to bounce throughout the air, each one occasionally being followed by a thud as the laser bolts hit the crates]
Y-Yeah, I'm fine. [ Wheeze. ] Sorry, Kaito. Guess I'm still a ways from being able to keep up with you … [ Casts him a smile that she hopes is reassuring, even as she gives her legs a quick looking over. Just as she'd expected, there's nothing there except for faint red scratches. ]
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If you were me, you'd be crowing non-stop! [ Rolls her eyes at him, even as she leans against him slightly. ] But … speaking of not being done, here. [ She offers him the grappling gun. ] I, uhm, I don't think I'll be steady enough to get us down.
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Why, Nakamori-san, swinging from grappling hooks happens to be one of my specialties. ♥
[he shoots her a playful wink as he takes the grappling gun from her]
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[ Apparently, he is. He is really going to go there. ]
If there wasn't a giant gaping pit of darkness where the floor used to be, I'd shove you off this rafter right here and now.
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[he snaps back into Kaito pretty quickly and snickers]
C'mere, you dork.
[slides one arm around her waist and grabs a hold of her tightly]
Hold on tightly, okay? I don't want you to slip and fall.
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I won't fall!
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I've got you.
[the way he says that is a little dorky, but he gives her no time to respond before he levels the grappling hook at a rafter hanging above the open door. with a loud bang, he fires, and the hook and attached rope zip through the air and attach to said rafter. Kaito yanks on their anchor to ensure that it's steady, before he pinches Aoko's waist gently in warning]
Going down!
[AND THEN HE JUMPS]
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[ … it is a very muffled scree, mostly because her face is buried against his shoulder, but it sure is an unmistakable scree all the same. ]
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[he's surprisingly strong for a lanky teen who doesn't seem to be much at first glance, and he hangs onto her tightly as they swing through the air. and he really must be good at this whole grappling hook thing, because he manages to take them right through the open door and into the combat area. he lands on his feet, loosening his grip around Aoko's waist once they're on solid ground again]
[SUCCESS]
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[ Except they're about to reach the final stage, and that means she needs to push all of that back and focus on supporting him. Takes a deep breath, reaching for the grappling gun and securing her grip on her staff. ]
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You okay?
[he asks, and although he's still grinning like a loon, the question is sincere. before them, the combat hall is pitch black and dark. it's impossible to see what's further into the room from the entrance]
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But, more importantly … [ Looks ahead, into the darkness. ]
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Ominous, isn't it?
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[ She shifts on her feet, bringing the staff up to a more guarded position. ]
But whatever's out there ... we can take it! Right?
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[no slip of confidence there. he draws his weapon and holds it out in front of him, but not before checking the ammunition just in case]
So let's go.
[and then he tilts his head to the side and flashes her a grin]
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[they're in what looks like a large, spacious warehouse. there are obstacles strewn across the area, things like large wooden crates, barrel drums, and so on and so forth. as with others rooms, the floor and walls are made of chrome. there's a door on the opposite side of the room, which would be pretty easy to get to, except for one small problem]
[the warehouse area is filled with gun slinging aliens.]
[and not a single one of them looks happy to see either Kaito or Aoko]
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[Kaito freezes into place]
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Um.
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[Kaito's gaze quickly darts across the area, making note of a nearby series of stacked wooden crates. carefully, he shifts his elbow to nudge Aoko's arm. when he speaks, his voice is low]
On three. To the right.
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[ Kaito nudges her, and she twitches her head in a minute nod ]
R-Right ...! [ Her voice is a whisper ]
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Three, two. . .
[more clicking noises as the aliens prepare to fire]
-- one!
[and then he's moving and fully expecting her to move with him, darting to the side with surprising speeds to duck behind the crates. as they move, the aliens fire! their laser beams scorch the ground and walls and even the front of the wooden crates, but as long as the duo makes it to shelter in time the most they might get is a little grazed]
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So, she might end up taking a little more damage than him. NOT THAT SHE LETS IT STOP HER; she dives forward anyway, skidding to a stop behind the crates in an awkward, clumsy roll. ]
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Oi! Are you okay?
[he asks quickly as he presses his back against the crates. his gaze flickers towards her, concern written on his expression, and he has his own firearm held up and at the ready. the pew pew pew sound of lasers firing continues to bounce throughout the air, each one occasionally being followed by a thud as the laser bolts hit the crates]
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[he scoffs, then lets out a small curse as a laser beam thunks against the crates right behind his head]
I was just closer to the crates, that's all. It has nothing to do with you not keeping up.
[. . . man when are these aliens gonna stop shooting]
We've gotta move, though. We can't stay here forever.
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