Great. [Nero, at least, gives her a thumbs up.] We've got you.
[No argument makes this way easier. Besides, he's got enough strength, at least, to grow some claws to help his way out.
As the acolyte warned, it's a hell of a quiet affair. The two of them -- especially with Nero's tail -- aren't exactly subtle, but Nero holds it tight in his hand as they break away from the group. To her credit, the tunnel is fucking hard to find, and he suspects they were using that same magic in the crystal he gifted to Jack (that fucker better still be alive) to cover the entrance.
One by one. It's a tight squeeze. Nero's arms ripple to scales and claws when he's out of sight, following it up. Wings, he can explain, and he'd already needed them for trapping that hedgehog motherfucker. But he doesn't need more questions beyond those.
He steels himself just in case. There's always gonna be a chance, whether they're at the threshold of desperation or not, that they're fucking with the people stuck in the altar room. They can't be trusted. But when he finally crawls out, sticking his head out of a hole in the ground, there's... plants. Foliage. Not green; in fact, they look like they're rotting all around him. It stinks, but it still doesn't stink as bad as the pit.
It's fresh air.]
Shit.
Even Nero needs a minute to take it in. Air. Room to stretch without stepping in someone's organs. He crawls out, his tail lashing through the plants, smacking against a dead tree. What looks like it might have once been a dense, rich forest is now a shadow of its former self, rotten and greyed out.
He peers back down towards the hole, planting his tail deep in the mud for leverage.] Steve, help her up! I'll pull 'er out.
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[No argument makes this way easier. Besides, he's got enough strength, at least, to grow some claws to help his way out.
As the acolyte warned, it's a hell of a quiet affair. The two of them -- especially with Nero's tail -- aren't exactly subtle, but Nero holds it tight in his hand as they break away from the group. To her credit, the tunnel is fucking hard to find, and he suspects they were using that same magic in the crystal he gifted to Jack (that fucker better still be alive) to cover the entrance.
One by one. It's a tight squeeze. Nero's arms ripple to scales and claws when he's out of sight, following it up. Wings, he can explain, and he'd already needed them for trapping that hedgehog motherfucker. But he doesn't need more questions beyond those.
He steels himself just in case. There's always gonna be a chance, whether they're at the threshold of desperation or not, that they're fucking with the people stuck in the altar room. They can't be trusted. But when he finally crawls out, sticking his head out of a hole in the ground, there's... plants. Foliage. Not green; in fact, they look like they're rotting all around him. It stinks, but it still doesn't stink as bad as the pit.
It's fresh air.]
Shit.
Even Nero needs a minute to take it in. Air. Room to stretch without stepping in someone's organs. He crawls out, his tail lashing through the plants, smacking against a dead tree. What looks like it might have once been a dense, rich forest is now a shadow of its former self, rotten and greyed out.
He peers back down towards the hole, planting his tail deep in the mud for leverage.] Steve, help her up! I'll pull 'er out.