[ If ever there was a time that was absolutely worth cursing, this is it.
He doesn't. Riku sheds his jacket, quickly, wrestles out of the sweatshirt he wears under it and, wadding this up, he presses this against Rosalind and puts her hands there in his place. ]
Don't move.
[ He doesn't take his jacket with him; he takes his sword instead, sucking in a breath before he bolts back inside.
The alarm continues to bleat shrilly, it's the rest of the noise that makes it worse - the deceptively pleasant chirrup, the horrible roar that follows, the metallic clang and desperate thumps, a shout and an earsplitting howl that starts to gurgle at one great crash and then another.
A short while later, Riku emerges in the doorway in a stagger, leaning against it, lanterns hanging from both arms. He surges towards the cart and drops them there, gasping. Where he presses his now empty hand his side is nearly black with blood. ]
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He doesn't. Riku sheds his jacket, quickly, wrestles out of the sweatshirt he wears under it and, wadding this up, he presses this against Rosalind and puts her hands there in his place. ]
Don't move.
[ He doesn't take his jacket with him; he takes his sword instead, sucking in a breath before he bolts back inside.
The alarm continues to bleat shrilly, it's the rest of the noise that makes it worse - the deceptively pleasant chirrup, the horrible roar that follows, the metallic clang and desperate thumps, a shout and an earsplitting howl that starts to gurgle at one great crash and then another.
A short while later, Riku emerges in the doorway in a stagger, leaning against it, lanterns hanging from both arms. He surges towards the cart and drops them there, gasping. Where he presses his now empty hand his side is nearly black with blood. ]
Anything... coming?