OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[cyphered]

[Nate keeps his distance at first too, like he doesn't deserve to be within five feet of her. Eventually, though, he drags himself over and drops very heavily to his sap- soaked knees to sit over her, shoulders sagging in defeat. No sound comes from him, no tears fall -- just the sad, defeated stare that he allows himself, and a tentative hand to run through her hair.

That's about the point where he notices how swollen the muscles in his palm had become, the slight tearing of seams on his shirt. He pulls his hand away and mutters something completely inaudible.

The sap was taking hold. What was it Lazarevic had said? You don't have the will.

Well, he could at least carry Elena out of here and get Chloe to safety. The platforms were no longer steady after the firefight. There was no telling how long everything would stay standing. So, with no straining at all, Nate picks Elena's body up bridal style and steps over to hover beside Chloe. He's a little out of proportion now, but his skin remains as human as ever.

At least he managed to keep someone alive. They would have to pass Flynn on the way out.]

Ready?

[totallytrustworthy]

When you are.

[It's a slow, somber sort of procession as they make their way out. There's plenty she ought to say. Plenty more she wants to before they reach the end of this grotesquely magnificent tomb. But the words-- all tangled up in themselves-- don't come. It's not until they reach the Cintamani stone that she starts to go tense: sharp edges of her nails digging into the soft skin of her palm.]

[cyphered]

[Nate is perfectly fine with the silence. Despite being a hulk-in-progress, he's still clutching Elena's form like its taking physical effort to carry her. The weight in his arms is heavy for a different reason, but he presses on.

When they round up to the Cintamani stone, he can't help but stopping to glance over at the smear of ash and blood on the wall. He can't help but feel just a little sorry for him, despite the fact that the body in his hands was a direct result from his selfishness. And its that reason alone that he doesn't linger.

Harry Flynn didn't deserve everything he got, but that was one thing he couldn't forgive him for. He does, however, glance back to Chloe to make sure she is alright to continue.]

[totallytrustworthy]

I'm fine. [She's not, but on the scale of being all right-- out of everyone that set foot in this place-- she's certainly made out like a bloody bandit, hasn't she? Besides, (Chloe doesn't look towards the wall, doesn't spare a glance at the blood soaked stone) they've got a job that needs doing. One more important than dwelling on what's already been done.

Facts over emotion.]

[cyphered]

Yeah.

[Regardless of her words, he hovers until she moves next to him, and only then will he start to walk again. Not just because he wants to make sure she's really ok (because he knows she isn't -- this had been a disaster in every way imaginable), but because he wants to ensure they make it out of this hole without any further casualties.

Nate pauses and glances behind them warily, narrowing his eyes. Awkwardly, he adjusts Elena's body and unfastens the harness holding his gun -- it barely fits around his chest anymore as is, and he's sure that there are still guardians lurking about. Guardians that won't want him on the surface, having tasted Shambhala's bounty.

He thinks he might hear them coming but -- its probably just paranoia.]

Might wanna pick up the pace a bit.