[ Flynn's eyes dart from the wall to his companion, his brows rising. A boost, presumably to get up the wall. He could just clamber up and leave Flynn here to be buried. Uncharitable, maybe, and anyway, maybe it doesn't matter: the sand is a rushing hiss now, shifting from a trickle to a stream, bouncing up over the bottoms of Flynn's boots. Bad news, indeed.
Anyway, this guy doesn't look light but that doesn't matter, either: it's the best plan they have. ]
Of course. You'll have to climb up—
[ Easy as that. Or, well, it should be: Flynn has to pick his way through puddling sand, shaking off his boots as he goes, and the moment he braces against the wall a deluge of sand is coughed down from above, running fast right between his arms, making him cough and recoil as far as he can get. ]
Hurry! If you stretch, you should be able to grab the bottom—
[ While Flynn devolves into graceless coughing oh this is the worst, he is so uncomfortable right now. ]
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Anyway, this guy doesn't look light but that doesn't matter, either: it's the best plan they have. ]
Of course. You'll have to climb up—
[ Easy as that. Or, well, it should be: Flynn has to pick his way through puddling sand, shaking off his boots as he goes, and the moment he braces against the wall a deluge of sand is coughed down from above, running fast right between his arms, making him cough and recoil as far as he can get. ]
Hurry! If you stretch, you should be able to grab the bottom—
[ While Flynn devolves into graceless coughing oh this is the worst, he is so uncomfortable right now. ]