"Arte only looks like a fish. But he's an Omen." So yes. That is Gaia's fish. She manages to sound a little peturbed and concerned at the same time.
Arte is pacing back and forth through the air in direct defiance of anyone saying anything about a fish out of water. He then flips off with a fancy flourish of the crowning tail, heading in a downward pattern. It's seems he's setting out to hunt down other victims of the sinkhole.
"But nevermind the explanations. We should focus on getting you to safety and finding the others." Gaia is not unaware of the cracking noises still popping off here and there; and she's praying whatever dubious safety this guy has found is going to hold long enough. On the edge above she carefully repositions herself over the place Arte had found Yoichi. Whatever the connection the two have, it seems useful in pinpointing locations accurately without the need for verbal communication. In the light of the Omni, he might even catch a glimpse of the girl, probably around seventeen years of age, peering at him.
Gaia sets her hands down on the edge of the sinkhole. For her it's freezing despite adequate clothing, for she's not a Coldblood. But her type is still useful (and blessedly stable this month). And Yoichi is not so far down that she can't reach him.
There is a sudden change in the atmosphere around him as reality shapes to her desire. The ledge becomes stable; there's no more alarming creaks and groans to the ledge. The wall behind him is no longer ice; not because it has melted, but because it has been replaced by a new reality. A nice patch of climbable surface. Well for the average person anyway.
"I'm going to send down a rope. If you can't climb, tie it around your waist and I'll help. While Gaia's voice sounds a bit distracted- by Arte's discoveries of something moving in the darker areas- the rope nevertheless comes down.
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Arte is pacing back and forth through the air in direct defiance of anyone saying anything about a fish out of water. He then flips off with a fancy flourish of the crowning tail, heading in a downward pattern. It's seems he's setting out to hunt down other victims of the sinkhole.
"But nevermind the explanations. We should focus on getting you to safety and finding the others." Gaia is not unaware of the cracking noises still popping off here and there; and she's praying whatever dubious safety this guy has found is going to hold long enough. On the edge above she carefully repositions herself over the place Arte had found Yoichi. Whatever the connection the two have, it seems useful in pinpointing locations accurately without the need for verbal communication. In the light of the Omni, he might even catch a glimpse of the girl, probably around seventeen years of age, peering at him.
Gaia sets her hands down on the edge of the sinkhole. For her it's freezing despite adequate clothing, for she's not a Coldblood. But her type is still useful (and blessedly stable this month). And Yoichi is not so far down that she can't reach him.
There is a sudden change in the atmosphere around him as reality shapes to her desire. The ledge becomes stable; there's no more alarming creaks and groans to the ledge. The wall behind him is no longer ice; not because it has melted, but because it has been replaced by a new reality. A nice patch of climbable surface. Well for the average person anyway.
"I'm going to send down a rope. If you can't climb, tie it around your waist and I'll help. While Gaia's voice sounds a bit distracted- by Arte's discoveries of something moving in the darker areas- the rope nevertheless comes down.