[ the panic is palpable in the touch, a clamor of "damn it, damn it, damn it" circulating through juno's brain as he finds a clear path among the debris the monster has created in its wake. he's cursing the fact that he trips over something, that his depth perception is complete garbage, that his lungs are burning, but that he has to keep going. the both of them move until tsera mentions something along the lines of weapons.
he'll ask questions later, echoing emotions that aren't his fluttering along the edges of his brain. he squeezes his eye shut a moment tightly, to shove it back.
and then lets go of them, turning on a heel. ]
All over it, [ he grunts, taking a glance around. a couple of things fit the bill—a toppled over street sign, some busted pipes along the ground. take your pick, tsera, there's a bounty to be hand. juno dips low and grabs one off the ground, fastening his hands to it quickly and backing up. ]
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he'll ask questions later, echoing emotions that aren't his fluttering along the edges of his brain. he squeezes his eye shut a moment tightly, to shove it back.
and then lets go of them, turning on a heel. ]
All over it, [ he grunts, taking a glance around. a couple of things fit the bill—a toppled over street sign, some busted pipes along the ground. take your pick, tsera, there's a bounty to be hand. juno dips low and grabs one off the ground, fastening his hands to it quickly and backing up. ]