"Hope takes breath when kindred tempers cast off qualms and hubris."
As dynamic as two conjoined streams, driving toward the distant sea, minds in concord free the channel clogs that masquerade reality. But what of us, cast adrift in this inscrutable world? It all comes down to who we are together and how we fasten life to truth.
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[This was all happening too fast, and even the clever young man could barely keep his thoughts straight. One thing at a time. He could do that. Just one thing at a-
That mentality was lost when he made out Piper's figure, struggling to breathe. Varian's own breathing seemed to stop for a moment. No. No, he wasn't losing anyone else.]
Where are you? [He shouted at the voice, trying to be heard over the banging on the door from the automatons.] Why are you doing this?!
[ If he looks, he'll find that he has everything he needs in the control room. The sphere is the key, it can activate the traps. Or perhaps the answer lies in the broken parts around the room, something he can use to fashion NEW traps of his own. ]
I asked where you are, not who you are.
[He approaches the sphere. He's on a time limit, though, that's the problem. He needs to think it through - but not any more than necessary. He keeps talking, trying to keep his tone casual, as he sets to work.]
This sounds like some serious dark magic... Are you sure you want to mess with something like that?
So then, that chill they'd been feeling since stepping foot in the area of the maze with the workshop had nothing to do with the labyrinth. It was THEM. ]
Foolish human! Even if you know, what can YOU do to stop us? These metal bodies will be sufficient to destroy this obstacle and then we shall have NEW bodies. There is no need for foolish magical trickery!
[The words are muttered softly as he continues to try and solve the puzzle. It should be easier. He just did something so similar...]
How is this getting you new bodies, exactly?
[Keep them talking. He's sure if he can distract them some, he can finish this in time.]
Greek villains are morons and I love it.
Simple... we will take yours. Now enough! OPEN THE DOOR! OR- OR...
[ Well, now the cat's out of the bag isn't it? They can't KILL Piper if they want to take her body, can they? But they can't take her body before they get Varian to cooperate. ]
Absolutely excellent!
Ugh! I don't have time for this!
[ Meanwhile, Piper has found enough strength, it seems, to snark FOR him. ]
Get bent, you... ghostly bucket of... rusty bolts... preferably... literally.
SILENCE!
[Even if - when, when - he ensures their safety, she's going to need medical attention. That cuts the little time he thought he had... About in half, he realizes.]
I'm going to get this...
[And sure enough, something in the puzzle clicks into place.]
I am so pulling things out of thin air right now. LOL
The puzzle solved, the sphere responds, and the control room brightens to life. He'll find that he can now control the partially assembled automatons, who's lights begin to blink to life, pulling mismatched parts towards one another. On the other side of the room a door appears where there didn't seem to be seams for one at all, and a set of stairs led a clear path down into the arena. The sphere had detected the presence of the Eidolon's and was reacting accordingly, providing what it thought was its creator the means to fight back and escape. ]
LMAO same! But it works!
Here we go...
[He does take one moment at the control panel to bring an automaton over and make it pull its unfinished, hand-less arm out of the metal socket - then snap it in half.]
Thanks!
[He grabs the impromptu weapon - it's no staff, but it'll do if he needs something. He really hopes he doesn't need something. Then he takes off at a run down the stairs.]
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LOL Yeah this is true!
Turning at the sound of his footsteps the celestial bronze monstrosity brandishes a sword and advances without a word. ]
Let's go.
[He charged at the automaton with the rod he'd gotten, first blocking a blow with its sword and then combining what he'd learned to do with a spear with his mechanical knowledge. This way, he was able to entirely remove the arm of the automaton that had been wielding the sword.
The now unarmed mechanical guard soon lay on the ground, the rod sticking through its body, as Varian raced to reach Piper.]
Her eyes were barely open by the time he reached her, her breathing quiet but present, still shallow to avoid jarring her ribs as much as possible. If she could just get to the abmbrosia and nectar in her bag...
Looking up, she isn't sure what to expect. Piper had never doubted that at heart Varian was still a good person, maybe just made some bad choices, but given what he'd been through there had been a part of her expecting him to take the sphere and leave her to her fate. She'd gone into it knowingly, after all, she wasn't even his responsibility. That he's here now and had come for her, chosen to rescue her over taking the sphere... Piper was at a loss for words. ]
Goggles...
[He shook his head sharply, but the look in his eyes was undeniably caring. Did it really take losing or almost losing someone to realize how much he cared about them?]
Don't talk. Just... We have to get you out of here.
Somehow that gives her the strength to nod once, to move, to push through the pain and force herself up into a position that would be easier for him to help pull her up- or try. It isn't done without some sounds of discomfort, though, a little cry of agony that she bites back as much as she can. He's right, they need to go, and that means they don't have time for her to lie there like a useless bag of bones.
In the distance there's a distinct howl of outrage, though it sounds far away and cold, almost hollow.
The eidolons sound like they're having a blast trying to find these two. ]
They're still not on our trail, I guess. [He murmurs at the cry.] That's good, it'll give us a little time.
Piper wants to stop to ask if he'd managed to find anything useful, before they leave and- more likely than not -lose any chance to grab said spoils, but just sitting up had made the room spin, and she thinks better of trying to talk again just yet.
She does manage to dig hastily into a pocket on the inside of her cloak, ignoring the pain as she drags out a small sack. Upon opening it her hand disappears inside for a brief moment, and she draws out a small vial of something, which she unstops and drinks from. Shoving the vial back into the folds of her cloak, she tries to think as the nectar begins its work taking off the worst edge of pain. NOW she has enough of her wits about her to attempt speaking, and spares him a glance even as she looks between the door he'd emerged from and the corridor where the angry howling had roughly emanated from.]
Find anything...?