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revivalproject2021-10-04 11:45 pm
dr_riley) wrote in revivalproject2021-10-04 11:45 pm
I feel the earth - move - under my feet
WHO: Drake, Echo, Aeon(?)
WHERE: The Pit
WHAT: Having a quiet anxiety attack and finding out why the ground do like it do
WHEN: Shortly post pit rescue
WARNINGS: Language
The carabiners had worked. Not especially well, but they had improved the pulling power enough to free Echo of the dry, sandy pit that he'd been sinking into minutes ago.
It had been too close for Drake's liking and everything from the past twenty minutes was catching up to him. The desperate run, the panic, the falling trees, the pulling pulling pulling that only an adrenaline rush could have forced out of him. He took a moment to sink to the ground against a tree and hug his knees to keep from shaking too badly, and it was a good ten minutes before he got unsteadily to his feet. When he did, he wordlessly (and maybe a little viciously) snapped a dry branch off a nearby tree and began scratching deep Xs in the ground near (but not too near) the visible perimeter of the treacherously calm and solid looking clearing.
Drake had never encountered dry quicksand before, and when he was done, he threw the stick into the clearing and watched it sink with a dark, unsettled expression, quietly horrified that it was behaving just like fake B movie quicksand.
"Right..." He finally said. "What the shit was that?!"
WHERE: The Pit
WHAT: Having a quiet anxiety attack and finding out why the ground do like it do
WHEN: Shortly post pit rescue
WARNINGS: Language
The carabiners had worked. Not especially well, but they had improved the pulling power enough to free Echo of the dry, sandy pit that he'd been sinking into minutes ago.
It had been too close for Drake's liking and everything from the past twenty minutes was catching up to him. The desperate run, the panic, the falling trees, the pulling pulling pulling that only an adrenaline rush could have forced out of him. He took a moment to sink to the ground against a tree and hug his knees to keep from shaking too badly, and it was a good ten minutes before he got unsteadily to his feet. When he did, he wordlessly (and maybe a little viciously) snapped a dry branch off a nearby tree and began scratching deep Xs in the ground near (but not too near) the visible perimeter of the treacherously calm and solid looking clearing.
Drake had never encountered dry quicksand before, and when he was done, he threw the stick into the clearing and watched it sink with a dark, unsettled expression, quietly horrified that it was behaving just like fake B movie quicksand.
"Right..." He finally said. "What the shit was that?!"