[ in this slowly crushing death trap, the choices are this: stay, and be crushed by the people if not the vines, or climb out and try. they aren't glamorous choices, but trying is better than locking up, than letting the end come with a finality that isn't taken into your own hands.
kazuki's hands are cut up further in the process, because there's glass and thorns everywhere. the gloves can only protect him so much at the moment, but at least it's enough that he's not lost any fingers or an entire hand in the process (yet). but the vines outside move far more freely, and they immediately start to wrap around him once he's out of the tunnel.
others try to follow. someone pulls on the guitar case, desperate for purchase, before there's a scream of them being yanked out by a vine instead. the grip on the case changes to vines ensnaring it, ensnaring him, wrapping around his left arm his waist (just like akito) around his neck.
the thorns dig into skin everywhere the vines touch, and while the pollen needs your airways to take true effect... they're not particularly pleasant to have rubbed into open wounds, either. ]
[ something about the other partygoers reaching for him and the case on his back makes it all the more horrifying. gone are the posh mannerisms and the judgment, lost in the desperation to survive. the irony could almost be funny, if kazuki had a chance to stop and think about it.
with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he hardly notices the damage to his hands, but the vines are impossible to ignore. the image of akito and his last words is still burning fresh in his mind, fueling him onward with a fresh spike of terror as that scream, too close for comfort at first, fades out, until suddenly he can't move. he glances back just in time for the vines to reach him, holding him back, staring to choke.
gasping, he claws at the vines to try to pull them away from his neck, to try to breath, but it must be hard to gain purchase with a helmet in the way, too. ]
[ the helmet both protects and hinders him, and as he claws at the vines, some of them overlap with his fingers - but the pain of a few broken fingers isn't much in the face of being unable to breathe.
another, passing thought that is his and yet isn't at the same time slowly leeks in as the oxygen is cut off, as the vines dig their thorns into his skin.
you're more like your sister than you'll ever know.
more hands are trying to reach out, desperate for freedom, but there is no safety outside of the tunnel either. a cacophony of screams, shattering glass, and groaning metal comes as kazuki can just barely see, in his current state, the tunnel crushed by the overgrowth. the vines have formed together to the point of being as thick as trees, and now all that's left is green and red.
the toxin of the pollen gets rubbed into his neck, his hands, his body, and he'll be able to feel the slightest muscle spasms where those wounds are. but his vision hasn't started to go dark yet. ]
[ it's a little hard to notice anything else with a vine constricting around your throat. he keeps pulling at it, frantic for escape, gasping for air as another thought strikes him.
ichika...?
it feels insane, thinking something like that right now. it's so out of left field that kazuki is stills, just for a second, in confusion, just enough to see the tunnel finally collapse and listen to the screams like a lullaby of despair for the dying. he can't see the carnage from here, only vines and blood, and for one brief, delirious moment, he's grateful for that.
then his muscles begin to spasm, his lungs are still burning from the lack of air, and what is he supposed to do? he can't get out. he's trapped. he's going to die here, without ever seeing akito or ichika again. he keeps pulling at the vines around his neck with all his strength, but without being able to breathe, he's losing steam fast. ]
[ the vines tighten further, a collar around his neck, choking and poisonous. and he'll never know. he'll never know the truth, because it's always kept from him - for his safety, maybe, but the lies keep piling on until they bleed together.
a searing pain is added to the mix as his arm is dislocated, but that's all piling on, too. what's it matter at this point when there's nothing left for him to do but wait for it all to end?
except - a wave of energy washes abruptly over the area, and the vines start to convulse. a snake with its head cut off, body seizing, whipping around. kazuki isn't released, but the grip loosens enough that he can suck in a gasp of air.
and something warm settles between his shoulders, despite the guitar case still resting there. like a hand. and a thought that is his but isn't his says something in a familiar voice, worried.
Easy does it, Kazuki. I'm right here. It's okay. ]
[ though his vision goes red with pain, all kazuki can eke out is a strained whimper as the vines' hold tightens all around him. it's like the very life is being squeezed out of him, and he can almost feel it leaving him.
but then, finally - relief.
he chokes for air, scrambling to use whatever purchase this small respite has given him to yank the vines away from his neck with his good arm, no heed to how the thorns rip into his skin. he only slows when he hears that voice. ]
Nee...chan...
[ he tries to turn as if to look for her, as if she's right here to help him find a way out of this blooming prison.
[ You can do it, just keep going - just like that.
the voice is encouraging, and the warmth feels like it's trying to guide him out. just a little bit further, he can get free of the vines, get out of this hell that they were all sent to. blood oozes down his neck, wrapped all the way around it, and stains the collar of his clothes, but he's getting out.
there's no ichika to find, but the presence is still there. nestled in the back of his mind. now, he's not so alone. now, there's a little more strength for him to be able to free himself from the remaining vines, slack around his waist, slipping off his arm with a rough drag of briars on fabric.
and real hands are reaching out for him, now, as it turns out. the craft has landed nearby him, and adrastea climbs up the massive tangle of vines, heedless of the corpses mangled amongst them. their helmet is off, but it's hard to make out their face - just that they have dark, short hair that's windtorn, now, and cybernetic eyes that are... sparking, flaring, and bleeding. the lensflare effect and the blood are the reason why you can't really see their face. ]
[ despite everything, ichika has always taken care of him. even when kazuki refused to acknowledge her, gave her hell for not taking a real interest in him as a person and what he cared about instead of making assumptions for him, she's always made sure he was as safe as he could be. she may not be here, but he can still trust that voice. he can trust neechan.
it's hard to move like this, with his arm hanging limp and so much of him losing blood, but he tries. he shoves away what he can with his good arm, drags himself over the vines that were just trying to crush him, ignoring the thorns in the rush to get out.
distracted as he's been, kazuki jerks back from adrastea out of pure reflex. it could have been another set of hands looking to drag him down, to use him as leverage to escape for themselves, but - none of the guests had eyes like this. it's slow to set in that it has to be adrastea, without the helmet for once, that it's their voice and not ichika's calling for him.
something inside him crumbles as he reaches back. ]
[ ichika's warmth doesn't ever fade, but her voice does - she supports him still, quiet, letting him do what he needs to do but guiding where she can. and he might flinch away, but adrastea doesn't flinch away when kazuki does. they wait until he's ready - though are glad that it doesn't take him too long - and then take his hand with one of theirs when he reaches back out.
their free hand lifts up, wiping away some of the blood. there's a small, reflexive flinch as the wetware in their eyes sparks again, but they've cleared their face, so when the hand comes away...
... the bloodied face of an older woman looks back at him, eyes trying to focus as they bleed from the tearducts and the skin-like panels on her face. ]
C'mon, let's get you on the ship. Temenos is looking for Owner, now, and Todomatsu is on the way. We've got you.
[ if their grip on his hand hurts, he doesn't show it - maybe it'll hit him later, once the adrenaline begins to wear off. for now, kazuki just stumbles out of the vines, glancing back at them once as if expecting them to rear back up and attack them both.
when they don't, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, throat stinging.
we've got you. adrastea isn't ichika, but they're here, they're helping, and ichika... he's sure that she'd tell him to go, too. that he'll be safe with them.
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kazuki's hands are cut up further in the process, because there's glass and thorns everywhere. the gloves can only protect him so much at the moment, but at least it's enough that he's not lost any fingers or an entire hand in the process (yet). but the vines outside move far more freely, and they immediately start to wrap around him once he's out of the tunnel.
others try to follow. someone pulls on the guitar case, desperate for purchase, before there's a scream of them being yanked out by a vine instead. the grip on the case changes to vines ensnaring it, ensnaring him, wrapping around his left arm his waist (just like akito) around his neck.
the thorns dig into skin everywhere the vines touch, and while the pollen needs your airways to take true effect... they're not particularly pleasant to have rubbed into open wounds, either. ]
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with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he hardly notices the damage to his hands, but the vines are impossible to ignore. the image of akito and his last words is still burning fresh in his mind, fueling him onward with a fresh spike of terror as that scream, too close for comfort at first, fades out, until suddenly he can't move. he glances back just in time for the vines to reach him, holding him back, staring to choke.
gasping, he claws at the vines to try to pull them away from his neck, to try to breath, but it must be hard to gain purchase with a helmet in the way, too. ]
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another, passing thought that is his and yet isn't at the same time slowly leeks in as the oxygen is cut off, as the vines dig their thorns into his skin.
you're more like your sister than you'll ever know.
more hands are trying to reach out, desperate for freedom, but there is no safety outside of the tunnel either. a cacophony of screams, shattering glass, and groaning metal comes as kazuki can just barely see, in his current state, the tunnel crushed by the overgrowth. the vines have formed together to the point of being as thick as trees, and now all that's left is green and red.
the toxin of the pollen gets rubbed into his neck, his hands, his body, and he'll be able to feel the slightest muscle spasms where those wounds are. but his vision hasn't started to go dark yet. ]
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ichika...?
it feels insane, thinking something like that right now. it's so out of left field that kazuki is stills, just for a second, in confusion, just enough to see the tunnel finally collapse and listen to the screams like a lullaby of despair for the dying. he can't see the carnage from here, only vines and blood, and for one brief, delirious moment, he's grateful for that.
then his muscles begin to spasm, his lungs are still burning from the lack of air, and what is he supposed to do? he can't get out. he's trapped. he's going to die here, without ever seeing akito or ichika again. he keeps pulling at the vines around his neck with all his strength, but without being able to breathe, he's losing steam fast. ]
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a searing pain is added to the mix as his arm is dislocated, but that's all piling on, too. what's it matter at this point when there's nothing left for him to do but wait for it all to end?
except - a wave of energy washes abruptly over the area, and the vines start to convulse. a snake with its head cut off, body seizing, whipping around. kazuki isn't released, but the grip loosens enough that he can suck in a gasp of air.
and something warm settles between his shoulders, despite the guitar case still resting there. like a hand. and a thought that is his but isn't his says something in a familiar voice, worried.
Easy does it, Kazuki. I'm right here. It's okay. ]
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but then, finally - relief.
he chokes for air, scrambling to use whatever purchase this small respite has given him to yank the vines away from his neck with his good arm, no heed to how the thorns rip into his skin. he only slows when he hears that voice. ]
Nee...chan...
[ he tries to turn as if to look for her, as if she's right here to help him find a way out of this blooming prison.
neechan. what do i do? help, please-- ]
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the voice is encouraging, and the warmth feels like it's trying to guide him out. just a little bit further, he can get free of the vines, get out of this hell that they were all sent to. blood oozes down his neck, wrapped all the way around it, and stains the collar of his clothes, but he's getting out.
there's no ichika to find, but the presence is still there. nestled in the back of his mind. now, he's not so alone. now, there's a little more strength for him to be able to free himself from the remaining vines, slack around his waist, slipping off his arm with a rough drag of briars on fabric.
and real hands are reaching out for him, now, as it turns out. the craft has landed nearby him, and adrastea climbs up the massive tangle of vines, heedless of the corpses mangled amongst them. their helmet is off, but it's hard to make out their face - just that they have dark, short hair that's windtorn, now, and cybernetic eyes that are... sparking, flaring, and bleeding. the lensflare effect and the blood are the reason why you can't really see their face. ]
- Kazuki, Kazuki - [ oh, they're talking. ]
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it's hard to move like this, with his arm hanging limp and so much of him losing blood, but he tries. he shoves away what he can with his good arm, drags himself over the vines that were just trying to crush him, ignoring the thorns in the rush to get out.
distracted as he's been, kazuki jerks back from adrastea out of pure reflex. it could have been another set of hands looking to drag him down, to use him as leverage to escape for themselves, but - none of the guests had eyes like this. it's slow to set in that it has to be adrastea, without the helmet for once, that it's their voice and not ichika's calling for him.
something inside him crumbles as he reaches back. ]
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their free hand lifts up, wiping away some of the blood. there's a small, reflexive flinch as the wetware in their eyes sparks again, but they've cleared their face, so when the hand comes away...
C'mon, let's get you on the ship. Temenos is looking for Owner, now, and Todomatsu is on the way. We've got you.
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when they don't, he takes a deep, shuddering breath, throat stinging.
we've got you. adrastea isn't ichika, but they're here, they're helping, and ichika... he's sure that she'd tell him to go, too. that he'll be safe with them.
kazuki nods slowly, and follows their lead. ]
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