[ Everything goes dark, and Amos' discord isn't yet high enough for him to see in it.
Everything goes dark, and for a moment it stays that way, the two of them isolated with just the sounds of their breathing to keep them company, thundering steps now worlds away. And then there's light, Amos conjuring a ball of it about his size thanks to magic he picked up a long time ago; magic he knew would be useful thanks to a lifetime in the cold, dark void that is space. Having your own flashlight permanently on-hand? Awesome.
The damage that he can now see around him? Less awesome. While at least they shouldn't have to worry about air running out, they are very much trapped, with no obvious exits visible anywhere. Hayame is by the best possible chance, but something looks very wrong there. The bell is tucked away in a corner amid more soil, and Amos lowers himself back to the ground and heads for it first, because, priorities.
Except that's as far as he can get, bell tucked under one arm and nowhere else to go. He can't make the cup weightless and lift it on his own. He gives an experimental punch to its side and it doesn't even make a dent; he can't punch his way out, either.
Which leaves the soil blocking their entrance, and Hayame atop of it, mobility gone.
He stares up at what's probably their only way out. ]
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Everything goes dark, and for a moment it stays that way, the two of them isolated with just the sounds of their breathing to keep them company, thundering steps now worlds away. And then there's light, Amos conjuring a ball of it about his size thanks to magic he picked up a long time ago; magic he knew would be useful thanks to a lifetime in the cold, dark void that is space. Having your own flashlight permanently on-hand? Awesome.
The damage that he can now see around him? Less awesome. While at least they shouldn't have to worry about air running out, they are very much trapped, with no obvious exits visible anywhere. Hayame is by the best possible chance, but something looks very wrong there. The bell is tucked away in a corner amid more soil, and Amos lowers himself back to the ground and heads for it first, because, priorities.
Except that's as far as he can get, bell tucked under one arm and nowhere else to go. He can't make the cup weightless and lift it on his own. He gives an experimental punch to its side and it doesn't even make a dent; he can't punch his way out, either.
Which leaves the soil blocking their entrance, and Hayame atop of it, mobility gone.
He stares up at what's probably their only way out. ]
Huh.
[ He's very helpful. ]