[ He can’t exactly move in the moment, but he still braces himself, if only mentally. This is a bad situation, and for a moment he considers unfurling himself. If his body doesn’t work, then he’ll simply abandon it entirely just to survive, but… It doesn’t end up being necessary.
It all happens in moments where Hayame half-catches him, but she tumbles as well. His shirt rips as he falls back, exposing his Shard and the thin, black line like a ribbon around his neck, but he doesn’t even think of either. He hits the ground hard, and he feels the white-hot pain of his shoulder dislocating from the rough landing. It could have been worse, but it still winds him, though it only turns into a snarl.
His handsome features twist up into something more animalistic as he looks from Hayame and then to the drone still hovering close by. His eyes are shining with murderous intent, and his teeth are bared like he might rip out someone’s throat if it was too close. He starts to push himself up on the good arm, though his muscles scream for it. The body he wore was no more than a mask or a costume, so he could push it past natural limits, but it still hurt to do so.
The drones have started to speak at this point. One starts to explain the rules of the station, that violence is not permitted, but the other is focused on Sebastian. It warns him to stay down and stop resisting, but he ignores it. He’ll rip it into pieces, he thinks, but. He doesn’t get a chance to do that either.
He’s not stunned again as he expects, but a different sort of gun fires. It’s like bolas made of some sort of material that Sebastian won’t be able to identify, and it wraps tightly around his chest and then constricts to pin his arms firmly in place at his sides. He hisses sharply for how it jostles his arm, but not so much as the second stunning shot that has him fall back down. His expression is furious as his face is pressed into the smooth ground… But he stays there this time. It might at least save Hayame from learning the same lesson. ]
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It all happens in moments where Hayame half-catches him, but she tumbles as well. His shirt rips as he falls back, exposing his Shard and the thin, black line like a ribbon around his neck, but he doesn’t even think of either. He hits the ground hard, and he feels the white-hot pain of his shoulder dislocating from the rough landing. It could have been worse, but it still winds him, though it only turns into a snarl.
His handsome features twist up into something more animalistic as he looks from Hayame and then to the drone still hovering close by. His eyes are shining with murderous intent, and his teeth are bared like he might rip out someone’s throat if it was too close. He starts to push himself up on the good arm, though his muscles scream for it. The body he wore was no more than a mask or a costume, so he could push it past natural limits, but it still hurt to do so.
The drones have started to speak at this point. One starts to explain the rules of the station, that violence is not permitted, but the other is focused on Sebastian. It warns him to stay down and stop resisting, but he ignores it. He’ll rip it into pieces, he thinks, but. He doesn’t get a chance to do that either.
He’s not stunned again as he expects, but a different sort of gun fires. It’s like bolas made of some sort of material that Sebastian won’t be able to identify, and it wraps tightly around his chest and then constricts to pin his arms firmly in place at his sides. He hisses sharply for how it jostles his arm, but not so much as the second stunning shot that has him fall back down. His expression is furious as his face is pressed into the smooth ground… But he stays there this time. It might at least save Hayame from learning the same lesson. ]