[ as much as geralt may have planned that answer to clear some things up, steve just ends up pausing, frowning, and then turning to look directly at geralt rather than at the hole. ]
What do you mean? Like a home? [ he means foster home, but ya know, slang and all that business. still, steve follows in behind geralt easily, keeping his head low and the knife in hand as they keep walking, and walking, and walking until the they come out in a larger space.
once steve's able to straight, he moves to crack his back, glancing around to see where they've ended up. it's not until he's able to focus on the falling ash that steve's stomach drops, whipping his head around in both directions down the tunnel. ] Shit- [ he curses, panic fairly clear in his voice. ] Yeah- I mean, this. This is back home again, sort of like up before the goo? But it's- [ it's not that it's wrong, because it isn't. it's almost exactly how he remembers, with the vines breaking through the dirt all around them, the dust in the air, the dark, damp smell of it. but it's...quiet.
maybe geralt can hear it - the sound of creatures, a whole swarm of them, off in the distance. they might even sound a lot like hounds, without any of the usual barking. but then somewhere in it is also the sound of footsteps, of people. steve, meanwhile, starts off in one direction before coming to a stop not five steps later, trying to right himself in the space. ]
We need to go up, right? There's going to be an opening down one of these tunnels, in the roof. It's how we got in in the first place.
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What do you mean? Like a home? [ he means foster home, but ya know, slang and all that business. still, steve follows in behind geralt easily, keeping his head low and the knife in hand as they keep walking, and walking, and walking until the they come out in a larger space.
once steve's able to straight, he moves to crack his back, glancing around to see where they've ended up. it's not until he's able to focus on the falling ash that steve's stomach drops, whipping his head around in both directions down the tunnel. ] Shit- [ he curses, panic fairly clear in his voice. ] Yeah- I mean, this. This is back home again, sort of like up before the goo? But it's- [ it's not that it's wrong, because it isn't. it's almost exactly how he remembers, with the vines breaking through the dirt all around them, the dust in the air, the dark, damp smell of it. but it's...quiet.
maybe geralt can hear it - the sound of creatures, a whole swarm of them, off in the distance. they might even sound a lot like hounds, without any of the usual barking. but then somewhere in it is also the sound of footsteps, of people. steve, meanwhile, starts off in one direction before coming to a stop not five steps later, trying to right himself in the space. ]
We need to go up, right? There's going to be an opening down one of these tunnels, in the roof. It's how we got in in the first place.