[He glares at him half hearted with a shrug. It isn't as this form isn't fit, though with lack of use the muscles do probably atrophy a little, but effort. Ugh.
He does manage to jump --- and his expression shows how ridiculous it feels --- and find the latch. A few more attempts and he gets it open.]
[He's just having a really good time watching Emet-Selch, who he considers quite dignified (albeit dramatic), looking about as ridiculous as it must feel. Glad that isn't him!]
Well go on and climb up there. Then you can pull me up.
[Even more reason that Vergil should have gone first! It is with not small amount of effort that they find themselves on top of an elevator with the only light being small leds in the wall and from the buttons below. And of course, they would be unfortunate enough to be between floors.
He sighs.]
Out of curiosity, what did the buttons want you to do?
[Of course they're between floors. He tests one of the cables, how much of a grip he can get on it. Then he takes his haori off to loop around the cable and start twisting the excess around his hands.]
Oh, you know what sells around here, sex and violence.
Of course. I imagine you don't mind leaving them behind. Though at this point, I wouldn't mind the violence though I'm quite sure that is a side effect of those vile creatures.
[Lacing his fingers and kneeling to give Vergil a place to step if he wants a boost before climbing.]
I do believe I would enjoy a little friendly violence under normal circumstances. A chance to stretch one's legs, as it were. However, I've seen so much of it in recent eons I'm quite at my fill.
[After helping him up he will put his hands on his hips.]
I will join once you've found a suitable exit. Or do you believe you will need help prying the doors open.
[It's an immediate answer, almost snapped. How dare anyone imply there's something he can't manage on his own. Particularly when it comes to strength.
He's very glad he's wearing a linen suit today rather than hakama, that would make pulling himself up the cable pretty difficult with all the extra fabric. As it is, he can show off a bit, holding himself up with thigh strength alone to slide clothing rope as high as he can reach, then use that for leverage to lift his body up.
This is actually pretty fun for him. He doesn't get enough exercise lately.]
[He just shrugs and shakes his head in an exasperated gesture at the almost snapping. And as feats of strength go, it is impressive. So he just leans back and watches as is his norm.
How far was the elevator up? Five floors? Six? Well, they didn't label the inside so he'll find himself at a pair of metal doors.]
[Well. Getting over to the doors is the hard part now since he's just hanging in the middle of the elevator shaft, at least a few meters from the door.
He'll make a common law so his sword can't break, take it from his side and drop the sheath. Catch, Emet. Then he throws the sword itself at the door and because he's a dmc and has to be extra, it manages to hit right in the crack between the doors. That he reaches for as he pushes himself off the cables, and dangles from it for a moment before pulling himself up.
There isn't enough room on the platform for more than half his foot, so trying to pry the doors open proves even harder than it should normally be. Could he have used Common Law for all this? Probably. But that wouldn't be fun.
Since he's feral he doesn't mind trying to brute force it. There's just going to be a lot of huffing and puffing. His grunts echo.]
[Thank goodness for Garlean third eyes and their ability to enhance precision. He catches the sheath in one hand. Ah, to be a mage in a tankier body. Hand this been his actual body, it probably would have hit him in the head or something.
Vergil. Is. Ridiculous. And wonderfully so. Are metal doors a match for dmc stubbornness? Probably not as he does start to make headway.
So the elevator shaft fills with sounds of effort. At least for a bit. Then there is a mechanical grind. Just once, but it's loud. So if an elevator detects there are no occupants, where does it go?]
[....Where does it go. He's not about to waste his effort and leave the door, but he does lean over to look down, not quite yet panicking, if it starts moving it shouldn't be too fast at least, right? Not that they should trust the imps not to interfere.
So he calls out.]
If you're coming up you'd better get ready to jump over here, Emet-Selch! I don't want to have to explain to Lahabrea and Five how you were flattened into a pancake.
He almost has it wide enough for someone to slip through. Once he can get an arm between them, it becomes much easier, he can get a better grip. And finally, all at once, he manages to shove the one side open and stands against the wall to keep it from sliding shut again. He hunkers down over his knees, catching his breath and stretching his limbs.]
[He's going to do his best to not even scratch it.
The elevator does whir itself to life, and it is programmed to go to the floor most used --- the bottom floor. As soon as it starts to descend, he'll active "But Not For Me" and it will reverse, ascending instead. Fancy that. He should really thank Lahabrea for purchasing that for his point poor self.
Now that does make the act of reaching the landing easier, but getting off at the right stop is still going to be a challenge. Thank goodness Vergil got a full door open. He'd never be able to pull this off if the opening was squeezing room only.
Luckily it is not going very fast once it gets to the now open door, but Vergil is still sitting there and he only has a short time window to make his jump. Hmmm. That probably means he's taking Vergil with him as he times getting off the elevator and plows through the entrance.]
He is not expecting to just get bowled over, and his eyes widen when he realised what's about to happen. But it's too late to get out of the way, and the alarm is ringing, trying to push the door closed again so he really can't move anyway. So there he goes, football tackled.
Here's at least to hoping no one gets a limb caught in the door.]
[Probably some bumps and bruises as metal is not one to give, but no missing limbs or broken bones. Delightful. They probably do end up in a bit of a tangle considering the time window as the elevator rushes up behind them and then down abruptly getting out of range of BARiTONES ability.
He gives an one arm shrug of an apology as he tried to detangle himself.]
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Vergil
[Standing up again.]
Usually elevators have a hatch near the ceiling. For maintenance. I am not tall enough, but combined we should be able to reach.
Unless you have a secret ability you'd like to share that would make it easier.
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[He thinks about it for a few moments.]
I could make you able to jump an impressive height with Common Law.
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[Will he take a way out if he doesn't have to do it? Absolutely!]
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How high would you say that is, ten feet? You're about seven? I wouldn't want you shooting up and hitting your head...
Jumps are a standard four foot height.
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He does manage to jump --- and his expression shows how ridiculous it feels --- and find the latch. A few more attempts and he gets it open.]
There.
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Well go on and climb up there. Then you can pull me up.
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I could just leave you here. Press all the buttons for all I care.
[Though he does haul himself up and extend a hand to Vergil.]
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[He reaches for the hand, he's heavy surely being so solidly made of muscle, and while not Emet's height...well he's not much shorter, either.]
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He sighs.]
Out of curiosity, what did the buttons want you to do?
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Oh, you know what sells around here, sex and violence.
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Of course. I imagine you don't mind leaving them behind. Though at this point, I wouldn't mind the violence though I'm quite sure that is a side effect of those vile creatures.
[Lacing his fingers and kneeling to give Vergil a place to step if he wants a boost before climbing.]
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That does seem rather unlike you. I wouldn't mind the violence, but that's just me.
[It may or may not be amplified...hard to tell where the natural inclination ends and something more begins. Better not to worry about it.
He will take the boost! And twist a leg around the cable once he's up so he can hang out there with hardly any effort.]
And you? Maybe I should have carried you, hm?
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[After helping him up he will put his hands on his hips.]
I will join once you've found a suitable exit. Or do you believe you will need help prying the doors open.
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[It's an immediate answer, almost snapped. How dare anyone imply there's something he can't manage on his own. Particularly when it comes to strength.
He's very glad he's wearing a linen suit today rather than hakama, that would make pulling himself up the cable pretty difficult with all the extra fabric. As it is, he can show off a bit, holding himself up with thigh strength alone to slide clothing rope as high as he can reach, then use that for leverage to lift his body up.
This is actually pretty fun for him. He doesn't get enough exercise lately.]
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How far was the elevator up? Five floors? Six? Well, they didn't label the inside so he'll find himself at a pair of metal doors.]
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He'll make a common law so his sword can't break, take it from his side and drop the sheath. Catch, Emet. Then he throws the sword itself at the door and because he's a dmc and has to be extra, it manages to hit right in the crack between the doors. That he reaches for as he pushes himself off the cables, and dangles from it for a moment before pulling himself up.
There isn't enough room on the platform for more than half his foot, so trying to pry the doors open proves even harder than it should normally be. Could he have used Common Law for all this? Probably. But that wouldn't be fun.
Since he's feral he doesn't mind trying to brute force it. There's just going to be a lot of huffing and puffing. His grunts echo.]
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Vergil. Is. Ridiculous. And wonderfully so. Are metal doors a match for dmc stubbornness? Probably not as he does start to make headway.
So the elevator shaft fills with sounds of effort. At least for a bit. Then there is a mechanical grind. Just once, but it's loud. So if an elevator detects there are no occupants, where does it go?]
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So he calls out.]
If you're coming up you'd better get ready to jump over here, Emet-Selch! I don't want to have to explain to Lahabrea and Five how you were flattened into a pancake.
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[He ponders the machine under his feet as it begins to whir and definitely move soon-ish.]
Just get the door open.
[Though he does go to stand on the side of the elevator closest to where Vergil's prying open the door. And then he crosses his arms and waits.]
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[To the sheath or Emet? Both actually.
He almost has it wide enough for someone to slip through. Once he can get an arm between them, it becomes much easier, he can get a better grip. And finally, all at once, he manages to shove the one side open and stands against the wall to keep it from sliding shut again. He hunkers down over his knees, catching his breath and stretching his limbs.]
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The elevator does whir itself to life, and it is programmed to go to the floor most used --- the bottom floor. As soon as it starts to descend, he'll active "But Not For Me" and it will reverse, ascending instead. Fancy that. He should really thank Lahabrea for purchasing that for his point poor self.
Now that does make the act of reaching the landing easier, but getting off at the right stop is still going to be a challenge. Thank goodness Vergil got a full door open. He'd never be able to pull this off if the opening was squeezing room only.
Luckily it is not going very fast once it gets to the now open door, but Vergil is still sitting there and he only has a short time window to make his jump. Hmmm. That probably means he's taking Vergil with him as he times getting off the elevator and plows through the entrance.]
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He is not expecting to just get bowled over, and his eyes widen when he realised what's about to happen. But it's too late to get out of the way, and the alarm is ringing, trying to push the door closed again so he really can't move anyway. So there he goes, football tackled.
Here's at least to hoping no one gets a limb caught in the door.]
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He gives an one arm shrug of an apology as he tried to detangle himself.]
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