Callum Attar
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- Jun 18, 2019
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With their combined effort, the doors posed no issue. In one fell swoop they were pried open, and their route to safety was laid bare before the duo. All things considered, this place didn't look as bad as it might've. It didn't seem do go down very far, and from what he could tell, it didn't look like it'd collapsed.
Oil, dirt, and grime caked every inch of this place, but such a thing was to be expected. He'd seen and had been made to do far worse during his training, so despite his pristine appearance, this'd never impede anything where he was concerned. But he had notice Astrid fidgeting ever so slightly in place. She'd pushed past her annoyance effortlessly, yes, but it was there. The roles were reversed, as out of the two, he was absolutely the one who looked like he'd be the least pleased with the current situation. Especially if one considered he'd been wearing black, leather gloves throughout the entire ordeal.
In his mind, there was only one issue that needed to be solved. Light. The lift was too dark to be seen clearly. Thankfully, the emergency kits that had been opened to tend to minor wounds contained flashlights, so taking one or two hadn't been a problem.
By now, of course, people had begun to pay attention to these two individuals, both with Coreward accents, who'd nonchalantly moved against the current. Their intentions had now been made clear, but none moved to stop them or join them. Evidently, the crowd had decided that it'd be better for them to wait for rescue, and the disdain for the duo's decision was visible on some of their faces. But that wouldn't be stopping Callum, and it didn't seem like Astrid was the type to care.
Having offered a flashlight to the redhead, the Acolyte pointed his at the empty shaft. The lift could be seen at the bottom, and it didn't look particularly deep. This was a service elevator after all. Clearly designed to drop off heavy cargo, not make a lot of stops. Cobwebs, dust and rat paw-prints coated most of what could be seen, and it the air smelled stale, but it didn't get much worse than that.
In more practical terms, there were plenty of metallic protrusions placed to fortify the structure that could be used as hand and footholds, outlining a variety of relatively simple paths to what looked like the top. That said, the dust coating might've made some of them hard to grab onto. Still, there was only one way to find out.
"No deformed monstrosity living in the abandoned shaft? I feel cheated, somehow." - he said jokingly, though he genuinely was a tad disappointed at how easy everything had been.
@Herrith
Oil, dirt, and grime caked every inch of this place, but such a thing was to be expected. He'd seen and had been made to do far worse during his training, so despite his pristine appearance, this'd never impede anything where he was concerned. But he had notice Astrid fidgeting ever so slightly in place. She'd pushed past her annoyance effortlessly, yes, but it was there. The roles were reversed, as out of the two, he was absolutely the one who looked like he'd be the least pleased with the current situation. Especially if one considered he'd been wearing black, leather gloves throughout the entire ordeal.
In his mind, there was only one issue that needed to be solved. Light. The lift was too dark to be seen clearly. Thankfully, the emergency kits that had been opened to tend to minor wounds contained flashlights, so taking one or two hadn't been a problem.
By now, of course, people had begun to pay attention to these two individuals, both with Coreward accents, who'd nonchalantly moved against the current. Their intentions had now been made clear, but none moved to stop them or join them. Evidently, the crowd had decided that it'd be better for them to wait for rescue, and the disdain for the duo's decision was visible on some of their faces. But that wouldn't be stopping Callum, and it didn't seem like Astrid was the type to care.
Having offered a flashlight to the redhead, the Acolyte pointed his at the empty shaft. The lift could be seen at the bottom, and it didn't look particularly deep. This was a service elevator after all. Clearly designed to drop off heavy cargo, not make a lot of stops. Cobwebs, dust and rat paw-prints coated most of what could be seen, and it the air smelled stale, but it didn't get much worse than that.
In more practical terms, there were plenty of metallic protrusions placed to fortify the structure that could be used as hand and footholds, outlining a variety of relatively simple paths to what looked like the top. That said, the dust coating might've made some of them hard to grab onto. Still, there was only one way to find out.
"No deformed monstrosity living in the abandoned shaft? I feel cheated, somehow." - he said jokingly, though he genuinely was a tad disappointed at how easy everything had been.
@Herrith