Lloyd is having a bad time. As soon as the mines started shaking, he felt a rush of - Mana? Ether? - in his body, felt the burn of them in his bloodstream, amplifying his sense of everything around him until it was too much, too much, way too much.
The only bit of knowledge Lloyd is able to properly work through is that they were hit indirectly with the effects of a cannon. Aside from that, he can no longer think past his flooded think tracks, mind so foggy and bogged down with whatever is ailing him be can't think or process more than the immediate, obvious shit.
Lloyd's body feels the heaviest it's ever been. It's as though the blood in his body has been replaced with molasses, the way his pulse feels so slow but pounds so hard in his chest, the way his body feels so slow to react. His vision swims like his mind does, and though he can make out a voice through the haze of it all, he can't really figure out where the source is, or even what they look like.
Come on, Lloyd. Status report. How are you doing?
Lloyd tries to stand from where he's at. The cannon's impact had threatened to throw him off his feet, but his wings had worked to support him instead, lowering him to his knees and allowing him to grab onto the rocks and hold on with the last of his shaky strength. His legs tremble as he rises, the wings behind him fluttering faster and harder as he does, taking up for his weakness.
Everything about this sucks. Lloyd can barely control his body - even standing is requiring almost all of his focus, and he can feel a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck and on his forehead. His arms hang limp at his side, and when he walks forward, his feet drag on the rocks below, causing him to stumble. His wings catch him from falling, but a short yelp escapes him.
"I-I can't -" Lloyd is able to mumble, his voice weak. His pulse speeds up, and through the dense cloud that is currently his mind, panic starts to surge. He feels like he's been drugged, he feels like - like the night at Altessa's, when Lloyd's entire life was flipped upside-down in a few bitter words. He can't control his body, not really, and he's so useless.
Where is Sheena? The ether high blocks Lloyd's ability to process their literal separation, and the fact that he can't see her only adds to the rising sense of frustration and panic. He needs to see her. Taking tabs of what he does know, he attempts to process the information past his foggy mind. They were in the caves. Cannon went off. ?
This is no help.
"Who?" Lloyd bites out, attempting to sound out an actual question and failing. He licks his cracked lips, tries again. "Who's there?"
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The only bit of knowledge Lloyd is able to properly work through is that they were hit indirectly with the effects of a cannon. Aside from that, he can no longer think past his flooded think tracks, mind so foggy and bogged down with whatever is ailing him be can't think or process more than the immediate, obvious shit.
Lloyd's body feels the heaviest it's ever been. It's as though the blood in his body has been replaced with molasses, the way his pulse feels so slow but pounds so hard in his chest, the way his body feels so slow to react. His vision swims like his mind does, and though he can make out a voice through the haze of it all, he can't really figure out where the source is, or even what they look like.
Come on, Lloyd. Status report. How are you doing?
Lloyd tries to stand from where he's at. The cannon's impact had threatened to throw him off his feet, but his wings had worked to support him instead, lowering him to his knees and allowing him to grab onto the rocks and hold on with the last of his shaky strength. His legs tremble as he rises, the wings behind him fluttering faster and harder as he does, taking up for his weakness.
Everything about this sucks. Lloyd can barely control his body - even standing is requiring almost all of his focus, and he can feel a cold sweat break out on the back of his neck and on his forehead. His arms hang limp at his side, and when he walks forward, his feet drag on the rocks below, causing him to stumble. His wings catch him from falling, but a short yelp escapes him.
"I-I can't -" Lloyd is able to mumble, his voice weak. His pulse speeds up, and through the dense cloud that is currently his mind, panic starts to surge. He feels like he's been drugged, he feels like - like the night at Altessa's, when Lloyd's entire life was flipped upside-down in a few bitter words. He can't control his body, not really, and he's so useless.
Where is Sheena? The ether high blocks Lloyd's ability to process their literal separation, and the fact that he can't see her only adds to the rising sense of frustration and panic. He needs to see her. Taking tabs of what he does know, he attempts to process the information past his foggy mind. They were in the caves. Cannon went off. ?
This is no help.
"Who?" Lloyd bites out, attempting to sound out an actual question and failing. He licks his cracked lips, tries again. "Who's there?"