"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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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...?