( By the time the Dioscuri happen upon "Rita", the floor has already collapsed by way of a blinding light that Castor could only recognize to mean that Pollux, too, was inside of the barrier. Blood may stain their armor and wounds dig deep in their skin, but now, they walk hand-in-hand as they survey the wreckage and violence below—searching, first and foremost, for familiar faces. The hope is that when they recognize them, they can lend their aid; unfortunately, it seems that they may have missed their opportunity, judging by the way Rita lies flat on her back against the rubble.
Castor nods his head in the direction to indicate it to Pollux before they make their way over, and he finds himself standing over her with crossed arms and a critical eye to her injuries. From what he can discern though, she is still breathing. There's a pause, and speaking up: )
picking door number three
Castor nods his head in the direction to indicate it to Pollux before they make their way over, and he finds himself standing over her with crossed arms and a critical eye to her injuries. From what he can discern though, she is still breathing. There's a pause, and speaking up: )
Rita.
( Answer him...! )