[ how wouldn't he know? has there ever been a time since the two of them first crossed paths where soleum wasn't trying to throw himself in the face of danger for the sake of someone else? if there's one thing that someone can know about kim soleum, no matter what, it's that he'll save the person he's with—no matter the cost.
but choi is a bit stingy himself, he's not looking forward to paying anything upfront that he can get away with bartering down. just like an ebay offer that would get him shot, well, is the way he approaches disasters really so different?
that's why he's willing to take slightly more risk in venturing forward together, and in that way, surviving together.
and though at first when he sees that arm gesturing for them to come closer, he thinks it might be another vessel, his caution gets the better of him as he takes a few steps closer. when he stops, holding an arm out to block soleum from moving forward as well, there's still a good distance from the arm—enough that his sharp, catlike eyes will have a better sense of what it is than soleum's more human ones. ]
[ as they come to a halt, the stretch of choi's arm against his chest, and soleum stares out to the body that's waving in their direction. he doesn't have good eyes like agent choi, but he can tell that someone's moving and in the shape of a person. the ground underneath has stopped having gravel and such protrude up, and soleum looks out the corner of his eyes searching for where did it go.
his body feels cold as his shadow seeps between the cracks of the ground, limbs shivering from the sensation, and it raises the hair on the back of his neck. it's like a red alarm, and his free hand comes to choi's elbow tightening in its grip.
soleum feels funny, but he's trying to ignore the sensation. ]
It's... here.
[ whatever "it's" or "here" is, it only gives agent choi so much time to make a decision. in his eyes, he'll see repetition in the way the arm waves, how the mouth parts open when shifted up, and closes when pulled down. the gestures of a human being that loops the same body movements to urge them to come by to safety.
S.
O.
S.
a very human signal.
S.
O.
S.
S.
O.
S.
over and over, an endless loop with the jaw motions, the way the eyes look in their direction with interest, and how it avoids making too much noise in this location because whatever is after them reacts well to that.
around the face, it's dried with cracks from the mouth moving to the cheeks, there's movement underneath the skin, and out the corner of the man's mouth will choi catch something wriggling there before disappearing (hopefully he didn't blink). the light in the eyes have faded, the person's nails have turned purple and grown with cracks between, and underneath the shirt, the body appears bloated, and the fabric is already torn. ]
Should we go?
[ he can't see as far as agent choi, but he can recognize the signal of sos. a very human response. ]
[ his answer finally comes, firm, and he takes a step back. his arm still outstretched, he forced soleum back with him, spotted ears flattened back against his head. even as he moves, his gaze turns away from the ominous figure calling for help, and as painful as such a thing is, the attempts to locate that molehill of theirs.
right... whatever is wrong with that person is likely some kind of contamination. contamination caused by remaining in this space for too long—that's the only way to explain why it can remain unbothered while they're stalked by the likes of this thing. there's no time to waste here. they can't stay for any longer if they don't want to be giving their own SOS soon.
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but choi is a bit stingy himself, he's not looking forward to paying anything upfront that he can get away with bartering down. just like an ebay offer that would get him shot, well, is the way he approaches disasters really so different?
that's why he's willing to take slightly more risk in venturing forward together, and in that way, surviving together.
and though at first when he sees that arm gesturing for them to come closer, he thinks it might be another vessel, his caution gets the better of him as he takes a few steps closer. when he stops, holding an arm out to block soleum from moving forward as well, there's still a good distance from the arm—enough that his sharp, catlike eyes will have a better sense of what it is than soleum's more human ones. ]
Hold on a sec. Something feels funny...
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his body feels cold as his shadow seeps between the cracks of the ground, limbs shivering from the sensation, and it raises the hair on the back of his neck. it's like a red alarm, and his free hand comes to choi's elbow tightening in its grip.
soleum feels funny, but he's trying to ignore the sensation. ]
It's... here.
[ whatever "it's" or "here" is, it only gives agent choi so much time to make a decision. in his eyes, he'll see repetition in the way the arm waves, how the mouth parts open when shifted up, and closes when pulled down. the gestures of a human being that loops the same body movements to urge them to come by to safety.
S.
O.
S.
a very human signal.
S.
O.
S.
S.
O.
S.
over and over, an endless loop with the jaw motions, the way the eyes look in their direction with interest, and how it avoids making too much noise in this location because whatever is after them reacts well to that.
around the face, it's dried with cracks from the mouth moving to the cheeks, there's movement underneath the skin, and out the corner of the man's mouth will choi catch something wriggling there before disappearing (hopefully he didn't blink). the light in the eyes have faded, the person's nails have turned purple and grown with cracks between, and underneath the shirt, the body appears bloated, and the fabric is already torn. ]
Should we go?
[ he can't see as far as agent choi, but he can recognize the signal of sos. a very human response. ]
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[ his answer finally comes, firm, and he takes a step back. his arm still outstretched, he forced soleum back with him, spotted ears flattened back against his head. even as he moves, his gaze turns away from the ominous figure calling for help, and as painful as such a thing is, the attempts to locate that molehill of theirs.
right... whatever is wrong with that person is likely some kind of contamination. contamination caused by remaining in this space for too long—that's the only way to explain why it can remain unbothered while they're stalked by the likes of this thing. there's no time to waste here. they can't stay for any longer if they don't want to be giving their own SOS soon.
the question is... where do they go? ]