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♤ Like Moths to a Flame

WHO: Cayde-6, Jonathan Sims, and Tony Stark
WHERE: The Green Quadrant
WHAT: ...IS THAT BLINKY LIGHT
WHEN: Sometime this weekish
WARNINGS: N/A - Will update as necessary

It had been a mystery that had consistently nagged at the Exo ever since he'd first noticed it. Taking up residence in the clocktower had only verified that he hadn't just been seeing things one evening, and every time he looked off in that particular direction of the city, the blue, intermittent glow beckoned, or perhaps taunted was the better term. He'd get to it, he promised himself.

Naturally he'd had it in his head that he'd try checking it out alone at first. That was back then, and being without his Ghost, he supposed it would be better to exercise maybe a little more caution than he tended to. He was sure that if he'd left a note saying where he'd gone, certain people might be upset with him. Clearly the answer then was to invite them along, and he'd be in good company. They had the time now, hopefully, and Cayde fully intended to make use of it before they found themselves suddenly on another extended space voyage. Jon had wanted to check out some places, and Tony, well surely he'd been curious about the light's source as well.

His message was pretty cut and dry so far as one could expect by way of invitations and intentions. He even hand-wrote them because he thought it'd be cute, and left them where he'd hoped his buddies might find them.

𝒮ℴ 𝓌𝒽ℴ'𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝒹𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ? ℬℯ𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ'𝓈 𝒶 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℊ𝓁ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒷𝓁𝓊ℯ 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒮ℰ𝒞ℛℰ𝒯𝒮.
𝒫𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ ℛ𝒮𝒱𝒫 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓃𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ. 𝒳𝒪𝒳𝒪 𝒞𝒶𝓎𝒹ℯ

Like as there would be some light planning at best, although the Exo wasn't very big on plans, but Jon and Tony might have otherwise to say, especially considering their previous exploration endeavor. Cayde packed the essentials, which amounted to his trademark hand cannon, a few knives, and one of the guns that he'd claimed from the Graq. At least those didn't blow up in his face when he tried shooting them.

They'd met up in front of Cal's workshop and then made their way out towards the far northeastern corner of the city, well beyond its main roads.

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"Sundance'd let us know if anything starts going off the radars," Cayde assured, which really isn't a direct answer to Tony's question, but an answer nonetheless. "Prr...Pre..Pripyap? Wha? Name don't ring a bell." He could figure it was some allusion to some catastrophic, likely nuclear event, at the very least.

Swinging his gaze back towards the radio tower, he folded his arms, perhaps sizing it up in his mind. "Who can guarantee this thing'd be strictly for communications though?" he posited. He was a little disappointed but he wasn't about to show it, although he hoped their adventure wasn't to be wrapped up so quickly due to the mysterious source of blinky lightness being something so mundane.

Which was exactly why he grinned at the two and then forged ahead. There was still ground to cover, after all.

Pripyat was hardly the only abandoned city Tony had seen in his life, so it wasn't the first comparison he had made, especially without the soviet aesthetic, but he pouted thoughtfully and could see how--"You weren't?" he asked in Jon's lull as he gathered his thoughts, not exactly looking for an answer but looking baffled nonetheless. He had worked out with some confidence that he must have been born before Jon, but that Jon hadn't been alive for any longer than three decades was more of a surprise. Clearly, it wasn't the time to make this discovery, because Cayde was soldiering on again and Tony had to trail after him despite the clearly hostile environment to explain, "The Chernobyl nuclear disaster. Did that not happen for you? The whole city was evacuated after the plant meltdown, probably still isn't livable by the year Cayde-1. Except for a few, uh, heroes. The power here isn't nuclear, but..."

What the power actually was remained a mystery. Without those answers, Tony was happy to quickly transition, "That other tower, that's observation. Air traffic control, maybe, shortwave. There's no active communications coming out of there, as far as I can tell--not on our network." It would have been nice to have that kind of information about this structure to relay, too, but trying to pick apart the noise to find the source was getting difficult, like everyone was suddenly sending each other massive files all at once. It made Tony squint behind his glasses again and give a scratch to the back of his neck, which didn't help when Jon zapped him, either, but he still did compulsively.

Tony's surprise regarding the semi-revelation of Jon's age is met with a small shrug. Yes, he knows he looks much older than 32 and the past few years have aged him considerably, but there is little he can do about it.

With Cayde moving on ahead and Tony following while answering the questions raised by both Cayde and also Jon, the latter easily accepts his position of bringing up the rear for now, letting his eyes wander the nearby structures from this less familiar angle while listening to those answers.

He only pauses when he notices a movement at the corner of his field of vision - Or at least that's what he believes to notice. Once he turns his head to actively look for it, it's gone, leaving the Archivist with a frown. Though he doesn't mention it. Must have been nothing.

The tower ahead is instead becoming more and more palpable. So that's nice.

It sounded familiar, but Cayde couldn't pinpoint whether he'd heard about it or read it somewhere. He'd spun around to face the other two again, still walking, albeit backwards, tapping a finger against his chin as he tried to place it. Eventually he gave up in favor of speculations of the tower they were approaching.

He began to turn again, brow furrowing as he thought he'd seen someone just behind the two, which prompted him to make another complete circuit as he turned front to back again. Any inquiries about his twirly behavior were met with a handwave as he refocused on their destination.

"Wait, but this tower's closer to the hangar, sort of. Just a straight shot more or less, back that way." So wouldn't air traffic- if the Agrii thought it necessary- who knew, really?- be closer? The Exo figured everything was hit or miss. Things that made sense to them might be backwards here for all he could tell.

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Whatever Cayde was doing with the spinning was enough to distract Tony briefly from the numbing sensation at the base of his skull, making him snort a bemused laugh then finally skip ahead enough to actually catch up with the Exo and catch him around the waist, swinging him around again with the momentum, spinning easily in the dusty road. "Couldn't say if the hangar was always there. Doesn't have any Agrii ships in--gkh--?" Tony started to point out as they twirled, stopping short as he turned enough to catch sight of Jon again and clutching the back of Cayde's cape tightly in one hand as the other landed heavily on his shoulder. By the time he blinked, it was just Jon again, looking older than 30 but reasonably three-dimensional without any static glitch interrupting his face. Tony had to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, looking between the other two to try to explain the interruption, and eventually landed on, "Did you at least bring something to drink? It's dry out here."

Jon watches Tony bounce over to Cayde, yet doesn't comment on the enthusiastic display, peering up into the air pensively for a moment. "...the Agrii don't appear to have had their own ships at all when they were forced to leave this planet, that's true." At least according to the records he has seen. The ship the Agrii are using has been given to them, if he recalls correctly.

But that is about as far as Jon's musings go, as a faint, yet eerily familiar tune catches his attention, making him blink twice and look off to the side, frowning yet again and for a moment hesitating before muttering. "...d-do you hear that?" That traitorously friendly whistle, light and joyful and carried by a nonexistent breeze...

Well at least they were finally trying to have a little fun. Cayde doubted they looked very graceful, a drunken impromptu waltz on the barren road. He had to jam his foot down with Tony's abrupt halt in momentum, still feeling very close to teetering.

"'Gkh'?" he prompted, helpfully, waiting for an explanation and receiving none. He readjusted his posture as it was clear their moment of merriment had come to an end, not liking the sudden shift in atmosphere. "I did not," he said with a snap of his fingers at Tony's drink inquiry. Should he have? He wasn't used to going adventuring with non-Guardians and all Guardians tended to bring along were like, twenty-seven guns.

No immediate response came from him as Jon started talking about hearing things, but Cayde wasn't going to dismiss the possibility. Things were getting weird here and he wasn't sure exactly how. "...Sundance?" he instead said, holding his hand out to summon his Ghost. She compiled before them in a sparkle of light, hovering in the air, vertices twitching as a fine blue line of light spread outward across their surroundings.

"I'm not registering anything," she reported after glancing around, but Cayde wasn't looking at her. His attention was caught further up the way, optics narrowing, his hand slipping over the grip of his holstered handcannon.

As Sundance performed her scan, Tony cocked his head to try to listen for what Jon was hearing, and finding he was all too aware of the smooth slide of Sundance's joints and a whir of machined pressure as Cayde's weight shifted, quiet enough that a current of air stirring the loose pebbles of the road or the hem of Cayde's cape should have obscured it. Looking cautiously in the direction that seemed to have caught Jon's attention didn't help, only the barren earth stretching between them and the strangely delineated edge of the forest for Tony to consider as his hand slowly dropped down Cayde's chest in a rustle of fabric that suddenly sounded too loud, and a whine of metal as Tony gripped his gloved hand into a tense fist. Out there, by the edge of the forest, another flare of static made Tony squint, like a screen tear that had him suddenly concerned that something could be happening with Jon's powers, between the strange slowing of Extremis that seemed to happen when he was stressed and the phantom noises.

It was Cayde shifting again that made Tony glance down between them, to the hand on his belt and try to discourage, "Uh...," without a good argument to make, convinced he had to defend Jon but not sure what exactly he was defending. In quick succession, Tony was glancing to Cayde's face with raised eyebrows, then over his shoulder to follow the Exo's eyeline to the still serenely fixed tower, then up to the sky toward the steadily blinking light, reaching blindly to stay the Exo's wrist. "Something's wrong," he reported, watching the pixels of the sky break around the light he still couldn't quite see against the sun.

Jon's attention remains directed elsewhere and he bites the inside of his cheek while the dreadfully familiar carnival music played by a stolen calliope goes on gently in the distance. The frown he wears turns into a scowl and Jon closes his eyes, tangentially registering the voices of the Exo, his Ghost and finally Tony.

"...right." Jon finally breathes, turning his attention back ahead of them, jaw set decisively. If he wouldn't know it better, he could have sworn to notice the distinct crackle of rising static around him as he steps up again, ready to move past the rest of their little group. "Tony is right. Something's wrong. Which means we can't stop here and get distracted by shadows or strange music." And he clenches his teeth before adding: "None of it is real."

It's just like the storm.

"Cayde," Sundance said, urgency underlying the edge to her tone, and paired with Tony's tugging, the Exo managed to pull his attention back from whatever had drawn it. His own thoughts echoed the spoken suggestions of the other two, which had been why he'd first pulled out his Ghost. They needed someone who could help ground them if indeed something was playing with their imaginations.

With some reluctance he pulled his hand away from his gun, gripping Tony's wrist back before glancing from him to Jon. "Focus. Maybe this is some kind of defense mechanism." It made him all the more thankful he'd brought reinforcements. At least between the three of them, four with Sundance, they could be sounding boards for whatever was throwing them off. Hopefully.

Turning, Cayde pointed. "We got our course set. Stick close, hold hands if you want. Sundance, overwatch."

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They were clearly having very different experiences, which Tony was glad to take as evidence that it wasn't real, but that didn't make it any less concerning that they seemed to be having some kind of mutual hallucination and the radiation sickness thing maybe should have been revisited. Distracted, it wasn't with as much of his usual energy that Tony teased, "You could have just asked to hold my hand," but neither this anxiety nor the jolt up his spine as Jon came closer was nearly enough to stop him from immediately trailing after that look of determination.

The tearing and glitching only seemed to get worse the closer they came to the tower, making Tony rub at a smarting eye with one hand while he flexed his gauntlet on the other, trying to get it to respond to any command after Jon's EMP. "Sundance," he had to call instead, "Give me a baseline radiation, what's coming out of this thing? Electromagnetic, gamma, give me an idea."

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't at least a few things here that don't want us near it." Jon grumbles in agreement with Cayde's assumption. Not everything on this alien planet being friendly with them makes an unfortunate amount of sense.

He casts a look from the Exo to Tony and lets it linger on the latter for a moment, sensing an unease in him that Jon feels at least partially responsible for. and his voice softens a little in an attempt to sound reassuring. "I will do what I can to see through it, but we should try to assume that every distraction we encounter from here on is an attempt to keep us from reaching the tower."

As he speaks, Jon keeps his hands together, distracting himself from reaching out to either member of the party by rubbing the back of his right hand with his left.

"Power levels in this area are so high that it's causing interference. I can't get a clear reading on anything," Sundance said, turning towards Tony even as she hovered closer towards Cayde's shoulder. "It's the same sort of energy output as detected with the energy storm."

Cayde shook his head as though to clear out a few glitches of his own, but he nodded at Jon's advice. "Curiouser and curiouser!" His tone and grin were a bit forced, but with Sundance's report he couldn't help but wonder if they were stumbling upon some localized transponder for whatever was causing the storms. He turned to Sundance and for a moment froze, in a split second seeing a flash and his precious partner in pieces. It made him turn jerkily and nearly stumble to a halt, but he let out a sigh as he still saw her beside them.

"I'm still here," she assured, but he could hear the concern. It didn't help that the timing of his hallucination had come with a stutter in their connection with the Light. They'd both felt the fluctuation, not as definite as when the last storm had come, but more like when the Agrii ship had taken a hit. Cayde turned again after the Archivist, hoping his display hadn't made anyone more jumpy than they already were.

The confirmation from Sundance that this effect was, at the very least, similar to the storm was good enough reason to knock someone off their feet, but Tony wouldn't expect Cayde to be the one to have the big reaction, making him turn at the sound of the scuff of the dirt and watch the exchange with the Ghost anxiously. Maybe he had been onto something with the holding hands thing, because relying on their senses was getting dicey. "Keep talking," Tony prompted. "Everyone. Just keep talking." He gestured with both hands flapping up to invite them to raise the volume and talk over him as he continued, "Sight and sound, override it, if it doesn't look right, maybe it still sounds right. The storms, if this is the same energy as the storm--if this tower is some kind of generator--that doesn't make sense, unless these storms have an eye. The city's right there, and it's the last place standing, according to the data point--which we can't trust already, we know not everything they told us is true. But if it's the same energy because--because it's a response, it's on the same wavelength, its some kind of countermeasure...?"

Getting closer to the structure wasn't exactly revealing how that would be so. If anything, it looked more like a wind turbine, sleek and narrow without any obvious interface. All Tony could determine as they approached as that there was a crackling static in one ear, like a severely out of tune radio station trying desperately to reach him through the noise.

Jon catches Cayde's brief moment of surprise and the short spike of fear from the Exo that makes the Archivist turn a worried eye towards him. But just as he is about to say something, the moment appears to have passed and Tony offers his suggestion of how they should proceed.

Keep talking.

Well. That suggestion may earn a briefly raised brow from Jon, but it is quickly followed by a short notion of his head that signals something between appreciative approval. That's something he certainly can do. And he pulls out his tape recorder, fixes Tony with a quick, telling glance, then turns it on, beginning his narration of their trip.

"Keep talking, Tony says, and I very well might do so. In hindsight, having a record of our progress is not a bad idea and I wonder why I haven't thought of it before. Maybe I am simply becoming negligent as the weeks and months pass by on this strange planet. And yet inattentiveness is not something we can allow ourselves. At least I can claim to having been attentive enough in certain areas. Maybe not the most professional ones, but when, precisely, has been the last time I have truly been able to focus on my personal needs rather than worries and fears?"

"Right. I digress. And yet these lamentations may be what helps maintain my focus on this peculiar walk towards an unassuming tower that does not appear to welcome our approach. The steam organ's bizarre tune still tries to get to me, pulling at memories of distorted realities, pain and loss to trip me in similar ways to how the Circus and the Spider used to lure me astray."

"But we don't stray. We move on. To that looming tower that we-" And Jon pauses there for a moment, frowning. Then he turns towards Tony with a quizzical expression, but the recorder keeps running. "Are we equipped to destroy this thing if we have to?"

Keep talking, Stark said. That was something no one ever told him, on the account of how much harder it was for people to get him to stop. The brief laugh that spilled from the Exo might almost seem like he'd come unhinged, but he pressed onward, half-listening to the other two as they started to go off.

"So it got me thinking after that whole mess last however long ago, things were way too tailor-made for us to flip out and react to," Cayde began, gesturing vaguely. Sundance continued to keep an eye on the other two for him, she'd tell him if anything else happened, but so long as they were talking, he figured they were at least still together.

"Something has to get in our heads for that. I don't know if it's the same with every storm but it sounded like this one was different. I don't have much of a baseline to go by but we've already had a similar experience, being in each other's heads. So what if that calibrations crap was just an excuse to dig up our juicy memories and experiences and load 'em up into whatever's fueling these storms to make them that much more effective? At least it makes sense to me if this is all something someone made..."

Hearing practically magical words from Jon, he glanced at the Archivist, almost grinning. If a few shots from his Golden Gun wouldn't be enough, he was sure that between him and Stark they'd be able to rig something up with the spare gun he'd brought along.

It was meant to be a stopgap solution, but Tony found he had landed on this particular team's specialty, apparently, finding a focus in the rhythm of Jon's deep, steady bassline and Cayde's sharper, excitable pulses. In Jon's recording of the encounter, Tony's voice would grow softer as he left Jon to his more esoteric narration and drew closer to Cayde, "Someone was here after the Agrii left, that much is clear, though without better knowledge of the culture, it's hard to say what kind of changes were made between then and our arrival, like the ships, and maybe this--whatever this is, though perhaps we review the footage retrieved from the Agrii ship, check the skyline..." Meanwhile, he was shaking his head to Cayde's theory, not entirely sold on such a targeted attack, despite the potential correlation with the Calibrations. "If we can think of it like a biological weapon, it has a blast area, not a scalpel. I don't think I was seeing the juicy memories of anyone who wasn't there--"

The melody came to a collective halt at Jon's question, Tony looking his way at the same time as Cayde with a more contemplative expression. Destroying it was a gamble when they didn't actually know what it did. After a beat, "If we have to," Tony was willing to offer, sure he'd never had a problem blowing something up that was in his way. He peeled off then to try to circle enough around the tower, hoping to spot some aberration in its base to tell him how anyone would be utilizing it, but ended squinting up at the brownian sky. "Are we sure it's a light?" he asked.

"W-well, obviously getting near this thing- It affects us." Jon remarks with a small wince while slowly stepping even closer to the tower's base, eyes sticking to the metal before him while his empty hand slowly reaches out to touch it. It might simply feel like cold steel. It might even just be cold steel.

Though before his fingers make contact, Jon's attention follows Tony's direction upwards and he grimaces a little while squinting up at what's on top. "...I don't think it wants us here."

Whereas wants probably isn't the correct word. Or maybe it is, which would add a whole different layer to their entire situation. Which would open up the hidden door to a whole different explanation for a lot of things that have happened. But those explanations wouldn't be any more comforting than the lack of one.

"Bleh. What a mess of a puzzle, eh? But at least there's pieces, which means someone's not thorough in covering tracks. Unless they don't care to because that's part of seeing what all we do." He waved his hands a bit, still sticking to his storm theory. "We were our own focal points. When more than one of us came across each other, there was an overlap, but we could all see and hear the same thing. Hell, I felt like I was getting shot but Sundance was reporting no damage-"

Cayde halted as they found themselves at the tower base, cutting himself off with a look that was met with his Ghost's. "Power's back on," he said with a grin, an almost ambiguous statement, but his Ghost nodded. The Exo set his hands at his hips and looked on up, squinting at the distant light.

"...pff. 'course it don't want us here. It's still trying, whatever it is." He was sizing up the tower, eyeballing a potential path up as only a Hunter who had jumped plenty of precarious places would.

"Bet I could make it up."

They were both very prepared to assume the worst, which, fair, Tony could understand why uncomfortable apparitions would feel unwelcoming, but without any actual damage done yet, he wasn't as eager to make that call. He kept his focus on the sky, eyes narrowing as he wandered back toward the sound of their voices, sure that was Bob he saw hovering up there and staring back, ever watchful at the peak of his tower with his cape swaying discordantly in the still air. 'Focal points' was an interesting way to phrase that, making Tony mutter to himself, "Like we're active participants, generators of--of this. First storm hit when people from off planet were here."

That wasn't an actionable thought, though, and Cayde climbing the tower definitely was. Tony finally dropped his gaze to consider the Exo, not entirely sure he wanted to encourage that experiment with the looming threat of a distracting hallucination, but eager to find out what they had trekked out here for. "Bet you a deep clean--my forge, your bar--you don't," he challenged. If that didn't get Cayde all the way up there, Tony had misjudged the Exo's pride.

Jon remains silent while listening to the other two, recorder still running in his hand. It's Cayde's raised bet that makes him frown, then look back up towards the top of the tower, now hard to see, but for a moment at least it looks to Jon as if a massive eye is sitting right up there, watching them.

He quickly looks back down, shaking his head, refocusing. "...should have thought of figuring out some climbing gear, I suppose." He murmurs rather than speaking as loud as intended.

Oh the look that Cayde gave Tony at that. It quite plainly said he'd take that bet, and even Sundance didn't look surprised. She didn't bother to look at all, rather decompiling in a similar shimmer of light that she'd arrived in, fully anticipating her Guardian's next move.

As Jon looked down, the Exo was already leaping up. His first jump was an impressive height in itself, but in midair he bounced upwards again as though finding some invisible foothold, and then again a third time before he actually moved to hook his boot on the tower's edge and repeat the motions. He got about a third of the way up when he seemed to slip, take a misstep. His hand grasped for purchase, and there was a tense moment before he managed to get propped up against something to continue scaling the tower. Just because the power cut-off had seemed to stop, didn't mean the things playing on their senses had.

Watching Cayde's staggered flight made Tony grin, despite the tears in the sky that each jump appeared to leave behind for him. By the time the feedback and the sun behind Cayde's retreating figure made Tony too blind to watch the progress any further, he had drawn blindly close enough to Jon to card his fingers through his hair until he could cup one hand over Jon's ear, hoping maybe that had some effect of dampening the phantom sounds he had been telling his recorder about, and coax him closer where Tony could drop a reassuring kiss to his head. He froze there, only slowly tilting his head to the side experimentally, finding he had tipped his head to an angle against the light that revealed a seam, finally, in the unforgiving surface of the tower, if this vision could be believed.

"Do you see that?" he muttered, but he was already dumping the heavy length of rope he carried into Jon's arms, freeing his own and, hopefully, slowing Jon down should he find some lure in the seconds that no one was watching him. Laser focused on the narrow edge, Tony stalked closer to the structure and ran his fingers along the dent. Maybe he could find out what this thing was doing if he could crack it open.

Cayde is gone the moment Jon looks back up and for a moment he blinks at the empty space nearby, remotely wondering which part of which hallucination that might be. Though letting his eyes follow the sounds he can hear from further up at least clears up that particular mystery - While adding another to the list for him to make sense of.

Is Cayde- Jumping?

Though just as he opens his mouth to put that question into words, Tony is next to him and wonder is replaced by a warm reassurance that apparently this is perfectly normal. Which doesn't make Jon's face any less baffled. Especially when he finds himself being handed a rope. He blinks at the rope, then back up after the Exo, and finally over to Tony before walking over to the latter, refraining to mention that Tony's discovery has been there the entire time, yet Jon hasn't thought much of it.

"Wait, you- You think you can open this?" Oh, someone is very much out of his depths at the moment, indeed.

I'm getting something, Sundance warned. They'd gotten more than half-way, the Exo having paused to rethink his strategy as things looked to narrow. That and having to ground himself as he was catching glimpses of the Traveler and the Last City in flickers, like some kind of mirage. No, it was exactly that, given Sundance kept confirming that their position had not changed, and down below somewhere, Jon and Tony were still about.

"From the light, or...something else something?" Cayde asked, tugging himself closer to the tower as he pushed off again. He started feeling it soon enough, an added pressure as though he'd jumped headfirst into water. Was it his senses throwing him off again? Things flickered again and everything was upside-down. He shut his optics. "-dance???" he blurted, reaching out for the tower to grab hold of.

Everything was incredibly sluggish. His hand felt like it was moving through sludge. Depth perception went sideways and when it snapped back, his fingers had closed on air. In panic he boosted himself once more, to try again, but this time there was hardly any lift. Thankfully he had no tongue as he was sure he would have bit it off between the curse he began to mouth and the sudden push before he found himself free-falling.

Naturally, going down was a lot more quicker than the trip up, and that last jump and the gravitational resistance behind it had acted like two opposing magnetic forces. "INCOMING! COMING IN HOT! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" the plummeting Exo shouted, desperately waving his arms for his buddies to get clear.

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cursed time for all of us to be tagging

Isn't it way past your bedtime?

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