labyrinth 〣 002 〣 voice

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[ The post opens with the sound of Ariadne's device being dropped on the ground -- a loud, metallic clatter followed by a definitive scrape. She's running maybe, that's the only explanation for the rhythmic beat to her breath which is shallow and hurried and occasionally undercut by a muttered: ] --come on, come on, come on.

[ Her footfalls

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[shifts]

Ariadne!

[ DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: ]

a u d i o ][

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[ TERSE, NOT HAPPY, WORRIED, TAKE YOUR PICK HE HAS MORE. Surprisingly. ]

Where are you?

Should put a tracker on all of our devices.

a u d i o ][

[shifts]

Ariadne, answer your damn-

[ There's a gritting sound of frustration before he turns his attention to Arthur's voice, now, coming from the device. ]

Just coming from the garage. You're still at the flat, yeah?

a u d i o ][

[specifics]

What---- never mind.

Obviously.

[ OBVIOUSLY. ]

She hasn't answered you yet has she?

voice [1/2]

[waitedforyears]

What, you too?

voice [2/2]

[waitedforyears]

You alright?

[ voice ]

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[ It's an hour or so later before Ariadne responds. ]

I've had better days.

[ voice ]

[waitedforyears]

Yeah. So, but you're okay?

Action?

[dulcisnuntius]

[ooc: Dulcie is flying around The City during the attacks, so if Ariadne needs a lift...?]

Action!

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[ By the time Dulcie comes across Ariadne, her rescue has effectively come and went: a blonde boy with a sword and an accent (apparently the City comes with those equipped). That's not to say she's in good shape. There are still creepy crawlies about and her run-in with the minotaur (it's gone now, having been lead off, distracted by shiny things and the promises of maybe an English meal instead) has left her with what she can only guess is a sprained ankle and some bumps and bruises. When she finally emerges from the alleyway, it's with a bit of a hobble. ]

Re: Action!

[dulcisnuntius]

[There is a sound of very large flapping wings as Dulcie makes a dive towards the ground. Dulcie's been circling the city centre all day, helping out where she can. She's completely useless at hand-to-hand combat, but she can fly which is more than these creature seem to be able to manage.]

Hey! Are you alright?

Action!

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[ Needless to say the sound of flapping wings from above immediately puts Ariadne on edge, but when she looks up to see a familiar face, her recoil lessens. She winces out a small smile. ]

I think I've thrown my ankle. You should be inside, Dulcie.

a u d i o ][ well obviously but still.

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Ariadne?!

[ Arthur basically shouting for her through the device is accompanied by some distinctly uncertain snuffling as Pancake tries to nose the device, making that odd buffered receiver sound. ]

Ariadne...?

[ BECAUSE REPEATING HER NAME IS GOING TO MAGICALLY MAKE HER APPEAR or something... ]

Fuck.

[ text | private | sent simultaneously to eames ]

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[ About fifteen minutes later. ]

In one piece. Be home soon.

[ audio | private | sent simultaneously to eames ]

[specifics]

Do you need help? Eames is out. He can go to you.

[ Teeth gritted much Arthur? Why yes. ]

[ text | private ]

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No. Eames needs to be inside.

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[ It's a good long while before Ariadne answers. Not because she feels the heightened sense of drama is necessary, but because she's too busy being rescued, hobbling around, being doted upon/yelled at by her roommates, etc etc. But eventually she does respond. She sounds tired and exasperated. With almost a sigh: ]

Since when do carousels come with minotaurs attached?

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I'm fine.

[ It's hard to tell how much of that is an actual fine and how much of it is an I'm-a-big-girl-and-this-is-my-brave-face sort of fine. ]

How about you. Were you inside?