[ Reaches the top of the stairs, unconscious tiger-striped centurion III's armor jostling against the sides of the drums — it's a very loud affair. But no people up here, either...
Takes a breath—— immediately starts coughing from dust. It takes him a moment to recover. Okay. Upper landing. It's... ]
... hello? Hello? Is anybody home? Hello—ooooooooo?
[ He looks around the room again — a slow spin rather than craning his head, what with all these limiters of his peripheral vision. Gets momentarily dizzy anyway, and stops to stare at...
well, he doesn't know which door is which anymore, but it's the eastern door. He approaches. ]
Jeez III, your place is really run down... [ Still not waking up though. Okay. Sure.
Yuma attempts to open the door without using his hands. He's gonna kick it. Or kick the handle. One of those. ]
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Takes a breath—— immediately starts coughing from dust. It takes him a moment to recover. Okay. Upper landing. It's... ]
... hello? Hello? Is anybody home? Hello—ooooooooo?
[ He looks around the room again — a slow spin rather than craning his head, what with all these limiters of his peripheral vision. Gets momentarily dizzy anyway, and stops to stare at...
well, he doesn't know which door is which anymore, but it's the eastern door. He approaches. ]
Jeez III, your place is really run down... [ Still not waking up though. Okay. Sure.
Yuma attempts to open the door without using his hands. He's gonna kick it. Or kick the handle. One of those. ]