[ Her tone's more than good enough for him; got it, stay away from the gateway. Her urgency, combined with the looks of it, means he sure as hell doesn't need to be told twice.
So instead he floats up higher, looking around him. Looking, looking... and he thinks he spots a glint, a bit of movement, something from a different set of halls near the gateway. Around the corner. Down a ways.
Akua says to look for a necklace, to rip some other version of her's heart out, and okay. Yeah. He can do that much.
It's with a grace that only comes with decades spent in weightlessness that Amos sends himself back to the ground — and then he's taking off around that corner, charging up on what he's pretty sure is exactly what Akua told him to look for, ready to plow right into it, knock it to the ground, incapacitate it — anything to try to get a grip on what he's pretty sure is that necklace and rip it from it, crush it in his hand. ]
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So instead he floats up higher, looking around him. Looking, looking... and he thinks he spots a glint, a bit of movement, something from a different set of halls near the gateway. Around the corner. Down a ways.
Akua says to look for a necklace, to rip some other version of her's heart out, and okay. Yeah. He can do that much.
It's with a grace that only comes with decades spent in weightlessness that Amos sends himself back to the ground — and then he's taking off around that corner, charging up on what he's pretty sure is exactly what Akua told him to look for, ready to plow right into it, knock it to the ground, incapacitate it — anything to try to get a grip on what he's pretty sure is that necklace and rip it from it, crush it in his hand. ]