[With a silent nod, he follows. Making his way to the unattended gun, lifting it once more and taking aim. Swiftly, like a machine in movement and precision, he shoots each oneβright between the eyes.
When the last of both of theirs are struck, suddenly the floor opens beneath them and they fall into what seems like an abyssβbut then they find themselves in a very plain room. Nothing remarkable about it, save for the note hanging in the middle.
Barnabas looks at his empty hands, then to Cid, before approaching the note with caution.]
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When the last of both of theirs are struck, suddenly the floor opens beneath them and they fall into what seems like an abyssβbut then they find themselves in a very plain room. Nothing remarkable about it, save for the note hanging in the middle.
Barnabas looks at his empty hands, then to Cid, before approaching the note with caution.]
Eye contact and flattery? Very well.