[ Yuri shakes his head, sand falling from his hair. He wipes his mouth, trying to catch his breath. There's sand everywhere, on his face, in his clothes, down his boots. ]
No clue.
[ It seems like it's coming from nowhere, like a fountain with no spigot. He glances back into the room, and it's still filling with sand, and it won't be long before it spills out over the ledge. He glances at Flynn, frowning ]
I'll climb up, see if there's somewhere else.
[ There's a roof on this thing, at least. He does just that, pushing himself up, ignoring the pain in his head, his arms, and pulls himself up onto the burning hot roof. He hisses, glad that one of his hands is clad in leather at least, and clambers up.
There's nothing there. Just a small, pointed roof. Around him stretches blue, endless sky, and he can't see the ground, it's as if there's nothing there at all.
It burns too much on his bare hand and he slips back down by Flynn ]
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No clue.
[ It seems like it's coming from nowhere, like a fountain with no spigot. He glances back into the room, and it's still filling with sand, and it won't be long before it spills out over the ledge. He glances at Flynn, frowning ]
I'll climb up, see if there's somewhere else.
[ There's a roof on this thing, at least. He does just that, pushing himself up, ignoring the pain in his head, his arms, and pulls himself up onto the burning hot roof. He hisses, glad that one of his hands is clad in leather at least, and clambers up.
There's nothing there. Just a small, pointed roof. Around him stretches blue, endless sky, and he can't see the ground, it's as if there's nothing there at all.
It burns too much on his bare hand and he slips back down by Flynn ]
No use. Think the only way out is down.