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[protect_and_survey]

Jemma wakes up in the dark with an unexpected headache and a severe case of disorientation.

"Fitz, I think Marrihew spiked the punch again." She groans, struggling to sit up.



"... Fitz?"



"... Leo?"

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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae hisses faintly as she gets her feet under her again, and quickly moves over to Jemma.

"Shhhh, quiet," she says urgently, placing a hand on the back of Jemma's, her gaze locked on the opening through which they'd just come.

The corridor shakes with every footfall of the creature, now right above them. Rae doesn't move, projecting silence and stillness and not-there-ness at it in the hopes that it won't know they've come this way.

An almighty crash comes from out of the darkness, as the beast leaps down the crumbled stonework, landing right where they had been mere moments before. And, through the gap, Rae is able to see what has been following them. She can see its horns, sharp and ruthless, its dark, mindless eyes, the thick matted fur on its head and broad shoulders, and the gigantic stone axe it wields in its hands.

She knows what it is, and where they are.

"...shit."

[protect_and_survey]

The worst thing is she can't see anything. She can hear it, heavy and rough. She can smell it, something like an odd cross between an over-used gym and a the sweet-dank smell of cow. But she has no idea what's going on up there.

"I thought we were supposed to be quiet." She hisses back, worried.

[sunbaked_baker]

A quiet, breathed syllable is not the same as an entire hissed question. Rae claps a hand over Jemma's mouth hurriedly, holding both of them still as the beast beyond the gap snorts and looks about, having lost track of its prey.

[protect_and_survey]

That earns a vaguely disgusted cringe, because ew oral contamination, she's going to need every single shot of antiserum available, good grief.

That's assuming they get out alive.

It really does smell of cows in here. Like. Cows from the Jersey Shore. Who haven't bathed. In decades.

[sunbaked_baker]

Serves her right for making noise. More noise than an involuntary, breathed obscenity, at least.

Rae watches the minotaur hesitate, its every step shaking the rocks beneath its... well, its hooves, Rae would assume.

With another bellow, it lunges off into the darkness, searching for them further along the broken corridor they had left.

Rae only moves again when the crashing hoof-steps have grown distant and her heartrate has begun its descent back towards normal.

"...Sorry about that," she whispers, bringing up another - dimmer - hovering light above them.

[protect_and_survey]

"Ugh." Jemma replies, emphatically, because she's doing her best not to think about all the possible contaminants. That's just foul.

"So what now?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Well, unless you have a more likely plan than 'keep searching for a way out'..." Rae remarks, dryly, moving to get up. Her body is already promising retribution for all this abuse.

"How's your ankle?"

[protect_and_survey]

"I just thought maybe you saw something - your night vision is obviously better than mine." She replies tartly, the pain in her ankle making her cross. "It's been better."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's a minotaur, sorry," Rae explains, belatedly, having forgotten again. "Dunno if it's the minotaur - if it is, we know where we are."

And just how screwed they are.

"I can... I can help heal your ankle, if you'd like. It just got twisted, right?"

[protect_and_survey]

"I've got it strapped pretty well - let's just get out of here." She's not sure what the deal is with this lady, but there's definitely something going on, and until she knows what it is, it's probably best not to allow uncontrolled experimentation.

[sunbaked_baker]

"If you say so," Rae says, and offers the other woman a hand up.

Jemma and Rae continue on, though the labyrinth seems endless. They don't know what might be waiting for them around each turn, or through the next door, but they'll find out, and eventually find their way back.