The Great Beans Heist
Mar 18, 2024 19:46:57 GMT -5
Post by Cypress Springleap on Mar 18, 2024 19:46:57 GMT -5
It starts as rapid, frightened thoughts made frantic by adrenaline— worries that a cross bolt might hit Astrid, or might hit her, or might hit the rogue— and equally quick lamentations that the prison is so barren because they’re just sitting ducks out here without anything but stone walls and narrow iron bars.
Then there’s a moment of silence that follows the internal noise as the tree springs from the stone.
Mothpress feels her senses fade, a sort of void of nothingness, and then the world returns suddenly amongst a dizzy spell that causes her to loosely flop into Dracstrid’s back for support. She glances across at the rogue with a dazed look, her antennae bobbing with Dracstrid’s jump into the topmost branches; and then the dizziness ebbs when a small branch claps her across the snout. “Ow!” The energy suddenly returns to her limbs, and she covers her nose with one hand and blinks rapidly. ”Wait, you’re going to what?”
Dracstrid pulls the tree out of the stone, and Mothpress’ eyes widen in shock when she effortlessly swings it as if it weighs nothing. Pins and needles fling off the branches, crashing into the guards and knocking them off their feet. Another swing takes out a few more guards as Dracstrid charges up the stairs to the top floor. “It wasn’t very planned!” Mothpress admits when the rogue has the audacity to critique their impromptu break-out. It’s not like Dracstrid is beating up guards with a tree for him or anything.
“Sorry!” Mothpress chirrups as they pass some of the KO’d guards; she winces a little and does not envy the headache some of them will probably wake up with. She pulls herself up to try and look over Dracstrid’s shoulder, but she is very promptly greeted with the image of a rapidly approaching stone wall.
She gasps, ducking back down and burrowing her face in Dracstrid’s back to protect herself from the explosion of debris that fires out from the impact. She feels the change in Dracstrid’s balance when she swings with the tree and ultimately throws it, and then she’s delivering a warning to hold on tight.
Mothpress hugs onto Dracstrid and closes her eyes. Her stomach jumps into her throat when she feels Dracstrid leave the ground. A rush of wind blows her antennae back, ruffling the feathers around her neck, and the fragile wings that flutter against the gales. She blinks her eyes open when she feels safe to do so, and glances across at the rogue— who’s still screaming. She crawls upwards, propping her chin over Dracstrid’s shoulder to look out across the blur of a howling gale, and when she realizes they’re okay and more importantly— they did it— they got the rogue even if it wasn’t Everett…
She laughs.
“That was so COOL!” She squeals, throwing up two of her arms; for a moment, she’s a reflection of Mimicpress. “You were like— boom! Crash! And you picked up a whole tree!!! They had no idea what hit them!”
Then there’s a moment of silence that follows the internal noise as the tree springs from the stone.
Mothpress feels her senses fade, a sort of void of nothingness, and then the world returns suddenly amongst a dizzy spell that causes her to loosely flop into Dracstrid’s back for support. She glances across at the rogue with a dazed look, her antennae bobbing with Dracstrid’s jump into the topmost branches; and then the dizziness ebbs when a small branch claps her across the snout. “Ow!” The energy suddenly returns to her limbs, and she covers her nose with one hand and blinks rapidly. ”Wait, you’re going to what?”
Dracstrid pulls the tree out of the stone, and Mothpress’ eyes widen in shock when she effortlessly swings it as if it weighs nothing. Pins and needles fling off the branches, crashing into the guards and knocking them off their feet. Another swing takes out a few more guards as Dracstrid charges up the stairs to the top floor. “It wasn’t very planned!” Mothpress admits when the rogue has the audacity to critique their impromptu break-out. It’s not like Dracstrid is beating up guards with a tree for him or anything.
“Sorry!” Mothpress chirrups as they pass some of the KO’d guards; she winces a little and does not envy the headache some of them will probably wake up with. She pulls herself up to try and look over Dracstrid’s shoulder, but she is very promptly greeted with the image of a rapidly approaching stone wall.
She gasps, ducking back down and burrowing her face in Dracstrid’s back to protect herself from the explosion of debris that fires out from the impact. She feels the change in Dracstrid’s balance when she swings with the tree and ultimately throws it, and then she’s delivering a warning to hold on tight.
Mothpress hugs onto Dracstrid and closes her eyes. Her stomach jumps into her throat when she feels Dracstrid leave the ground. A rush of wind blows her antennae back, ruffling the feathers around her neck, and the fragile wings that flutter against the gales. She blinks her eyes open when she feels safe to do so, and glances across at the rogue— who’s still screaming. She crawls upwards, propping her chin over Dracstrid’s shoulder to look out across the blur of a howling gale, and when she realizes they’re okay and more importantly— they did it— they got the rogue even if it wasn’t Everett…
She laughs.
“That was so COOL!” She squeals, throwing up two of her arms; for a moment, she’s a reflection of Mimicpress. “You were like— boom! Crash! And you picked up a whole tree!!! They had no idea what hit them!”