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L Μ W ([info]hark) wrote in [info]valesco,
See the problem with blowing up the floor was that you were blowing up the floor. If there had been more time, or perhaps a less sensitive situation going on below that included a venomous reptile, Larkin would have cut into the rock, or maybe pushed a single one down, but there hadn't been time for that. So it took her a couple of moments to bounce back from the blowback, as well as find a sturdy enough patch to cement herself too.

Rubbing her tailbone (that would hurt in the morning), Larkin jumped up only to drop back down to the ground on her front. Standing couldn't give her a good enough angle, and with the extended range, she popped her head through the now large opening to get an update on the current situation.

Now it was quicksand? When did that happen? This was all escalating quite quickly.

Larkin furrowed her brow, and pushed herself back up. Conjuring rope would be easy, it was the anchor that needed to withstand the weight of three bodies that this tunnel was lacking. She glanced around briefly, spotting nothing but flat surfaces and small torches attached to the walls. Speaking of--- the fact that farther down the tunnel, too far for her to estimate, some torches were systematically going out was hard to ignore. File that under secondary problems to deal with.

Quickly, Larkin produced another large boulder from her bag, and set it a bit behind her to ensure a steady sit. Creating three long ropes with her wand, she magically tied them and threw them over into the gap. But that wouldn't--- she laid down again, sticking out her wand to help direct these lifelines to their rightful persons as they had scattered within the tomb.

"Something's going on up here!" she warned, meanwhile taking the time to help Samantha wrap hers around her waist. Just as she was about to flick Nico his rope, Larkin looked up, and her concentration broke as she noticed torches had diminished.

"Quickly!" she added, but her urgent tone was lost as she let out an inappropriate snort. Her distraction had led to her quite mercilessly smacking Nico in the face with his rope. "Sorry Penrose!"


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