cass, cassie
she/her
seventeen
november 7th
petalburg city, hoenn
grey-aroace
student (private school)
civilian
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
tumbleweed [hgt-d]
POSTED ON Nov 17, 2024 13:24:23 GMT
[attr="class","emapkmn"][attr="class","emapkmn"][attr="class","emapkmnteam"] [newclass=".emapkmn"]height:40px;width:40px;background:#2b2b2b;border-radius:100%;margin:0 5px;[/newclass][newclass=".emapkmnteam br"]display:none;[/newclass] Cass nearly leaps at the discovery of the sarcophagus, and the realisation of a stone carving only helps little to help her racing heartbeat. That sprint from before's also still taking its toll, but ... steady, steady. "Let's hope we'll get out before a curse comes up," she murmurs, half in jest and half in genuine worry. But for now, it doesn't seem like there's any ghost trying to haunt them ... yet.
"Nice to meet ya, even if the circumstances could be ... a bit better," she smiles wearily, "Let's get out of here quickly."
But ... how. The sarcophagus probably provides a hint, but she has to admit, she's rather with Locke on the random chance. Puzzles delight her when the mood is right, but now ... "Hmm, unfortunately don't have coins right now but ... I've got a hairpin?" she suggests instead, pulling out one of her hair carefully.
(The desert treatment is really going to ruin it fully, isn't it?)
"Let's see ..." She carefully holds the pin in place, standing up, trying to keep it as much in the middle and even as possible ... and then letting go. "Do we wanna try that door?" she asks, pointing towards the one the pin fell towards. "I think ... that statue's also pointing there, actually."
She just hopes it's not one of those doors where all but one lead back to the origin point ... given just how many there are, there's also a good chance to be lost forever. A chilling thought that she's quickly pushing away.
Locke Jamison
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