His impatience gnawed at him. He slowly and carefully made his way over to the entrance of the cave, his weapon poised. If whatever it was tried to attack him first, he would be ready.
Amy held the end of the rope, watching Leon and Tasha scale the rock, not far behind him. She slid her pack off her back and set it beside her, and readjusted her grip on the rope, and steadied herself.
"Just tug on the rope when you're ready! Then I'll pull you up!" She yelled down to the two at the bottom.
Spoiler! :
she's completely oblivious that there's someone else in the cave ayyy
As Leon climbed up the side of the rock, he was suddenly overcome with the feeling that they weren't alone. He couldn't quite explain why he felt that way. He hadn't seen anything below that could have hinted at there being someone - or something - else in the valley with them, and he still hadn't gotten a clear view of the cave.
But the feeling continued to tug at him, even after Amy had pulled him up.
And it was when he saw the form of someone standing in the shadows of the cave's entrance, holding some sort of gun-like weapon, that he realized why the feeling had been so strong. "Amy," he quietly and slowly said in the hopes that the person wouldn't realize that they had been noticed. "We're not alone."
As Leon whispered the words quietly to Amy, her eyes went wide, and her hand went to her gun at her side. But she didn't grab it. She spun on her heels and turned around to face the stranger and immediately spoke out in a clear, loud voice.
"WE'RE FRIENDLY FOLK AND WE DON'T NEED MORE TROUBLE. SO IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT YOU CAN TAKE IT UP WITH ME AND I'LL BEAT YA SENSELESS, 'CAUSE AIN'T NOBODY SHOOTIN' UP MY PALS."
Though he was certainly startled by the sight of the two children, it was the sound of the girl's loud voice that made him drop his weapon in surprise. He rushed to grab it. He hadn't heard of a zatnikitel shooting upon impact, but he didn't want this to be a first for it.
He closed the weapon and carefully put it away.
"I didn't want to hurt anyone either," Maahes hurriedly said. Though he hated being seen in a bad light by anyone, he hated even more when children thought he wasn't good. "I heard something approaching and I didn't know what it was. I only had my zatnikitel out to defend myself."
"Well you can put your zit nickel away, thank you very much," Amy said with a huff, picking the rope back up again. "In the meanwhile I'm going to help the rest of us get up here, because we're gonna camp here for the night. Hope you don't mind."
Zit nickel is the best thing I've ever heard heard a zatnikitel called.
Leon watched the man emerge from the cave. Though his attire was completely foreign, and he had a long braid that was strangely scarlet, he seemed like he was a somewhat normal person. Leon remained tense. Though the man came off as nonthreatening, there was something about him that didn't seem quite right. He couldn't put his finger on what.
"Is there anything I could do to help?" the stranger asked.
Leon stared at him. The offer was kind, but he still couldn't shake his initial assumption that something was off about the man. So he settled with watching him warily and waiting for Amy's response.
The man met his gaze. Leon, who normally would have been flustered by this point in time, held his ground and continued to stare.
The stranger turned his back to him and watched Amy instead.
Tasha's hand is still on her gun, though the low growl she was uttering has since faded. Her icy gaze watches the newcomer warily. It's a bit perturbing - she notices every movement, every twitch; it's almost like she's looking into his very soul.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Amy threw the rope down again, and left a few feet of it behind her for the others to grab. "Ya'll help me pull these dudes up," she instructed, watching as she saw the rope meet them down below.
Darian handed the rope to Marius, going wide-eyed as the quick tug of the allies above brought the two together in a far-intimate embrace.
"I--'ve got you." Marius coughed under his breath.
Darian cast his eyes away and slipped his foot into the noose at the bottom. At the top, he rolled out of the rope tangle and stepped forward towards the new character in their midst.
"Explain yourself or be bathed in the crimson penance of holy fire, yada ye yada yo, you know how this goes." His fists caught a-holy-blaze.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
"What, you get to have all the fun?" Tasha drawls, slipping long, curved daggers from her boots.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She doesn't attack, but circles, moving between the stranger and the cliff so he is surrounded: a cliff to one side, the cave wall to another, Tasha to a third and Darian in front of him, watching him acutely.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
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