[ The last thing Steve remembers is one of those masked figures advancing on him as all of his strength seemed to drain out of him, his wild attempt to send a message to Sam, and that's it. Now he's here — in some dark, wet place. He opens his eyes, but doesn't yet move, not sure if it's safe to do so and unclear on where he's been taken.
Somewhere awful, he can gather that much. The smell of damp decay is almost too much to bear, and his eyes begin to sting and water. More than that, there's a burning sensation on his cheek, and it's that which finally makes him start to stir, right as a voice cuts in.
It's a voice he knows, and with that Steve turns onto his back, then slowly pushes himself to a sitting position. It's dark in here, the soft flesh-like enclosure barely large enough to hold both of them, but that was Claude he just heard. He can barely make out his features in the darkness. ]
Claude?
[ He's not exactly relieved that someone else he knows is here. (Wherever here is.) Maybe it's better than being alone in it, but he wouldn't wish this on a friend. ]
Were you ambushed by some... some people in robes, wearing masks?
[ His hands, braced against the spongy floor beneath him, start to burn too. He lifts them up into his lap. ]
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Somewhere awful, he can gather that much. The smell of damp decay is almost too much to bear, and his eyes begin to sting and water. More than that, there's a burning sensation on his cheek, and it's that which finally makes him start to stir, right as a voice cuts in.
It's a voice he knows, and with that Steve turns onto his back, then slowly pushes himself to a sitting position. It's dark in here, the soft flesh-like enclosure barely large enough to hold both of them, but that was Claude he just heard. He can barely make out his features in the darkness. ]
Claude?
[ He's not exactly relieved that someone else he knows is here. (Wherever here is.) Maybe it's better than being alone in it, but he wouldn't wish this on a friend. ]
Were you ambushed by some... some people in robes, wearing masks?
[ His hands, braced against the spongy floor beneath him, start to burn too. He lifts them up into his lap. ]