THE TUNNEL.

[ everything is screaming at him with the amount of dread and danger he’s in, his newtype senses kicking in overdrive. it’s almost enough to give him a headache, making it difficult for angelo to move.

the fact that the air beneath smells moist for a bunker is wrong. angelo knows well enough what civilian projects look like transposed on what’s supposed to be a secure installation, having worked with neo zeon. moist means that it’s been heavily used - but why? what for? violence is a tool, not an end state; there are so many ways this town reveals itself to him that makes no sense to angelo.

he does pick up the medical supplies, however. angelo opens up one of the new boxes with a dagger, to check its contents, and then inspects it; finding it satisfactory, he shoves it in his backpack. he’ll do this to two boxes, just in case.

this continues on throughout the bunker: angelo moving into rooms he can open, rifling through records, taking what he deems as important and interesting. he makes notes of what he observes and watches each room keenly. the operating room makes him pause; too similar to how cyber newtypes are dissected, and angelo doesn’t really know what to feel about it. he truly wishes his captain were here.

in the lingering dark, beyond the horrors of the operating room, sounds of life and interest begin: shuffling sounds that echo in the strange darkness that indicate someone’s come to play. just as they were curious about the underground, so are these creatures who are more familiar with the dark. ]

H E L L O?

[ angelo stops, purses his lips into a thin line. ]

Well now. Someone’s come to play.

ooc. i’m thinking this prompt can either fit to a fighting prompt or an escape prompt, depending on what you’re up for! just let me know - put (escape) or (fight) on your subject line.


AFTERMATH - OLD GROWTH.

[ angelo feels drenched in sweat.

he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he feels like a live wire. as a newtype, and more sensitive to violence and death, every fibre of his being is screaming to fight, but he can’t. he has to catch his breath, he has to remain calm. he is not in a war. he can’t act like he normally does in a battle.

he thinks of the depth of space and how much he misses the stars. ]

Are you alright? [ angelo runs his fingers through his hair, that curl messy as he tucks the side of it behind his ear. ] Those aren't like the ones months ago.

[ angelo checks the cartridge of his gun. nothing left there. his dagger has gotten much more use all throughout, and in the dark he can hear someone's voice, someone they're not supposed to have access to. a voice coming from the void, but not the darkness he knows - he can hear them crying out, COME BACK, COME BACK. ]

... Let's get out of here.

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