[Steve makes a beeline for the source of the scent-
-and doesn't get any closer. She's back at the entrance, disoriented. She sits back on her haunches, letting out a whimper of confusion and dismay.
Which doesn't stop Carter from barreling right past her and having the exact same thing happen to him. It's like those times when there's one fewer step in the staircase than you expect. He stumbles, dizzy, and barks,] What the fuck?! I don't have time for any bullshit!
[He shouts toward the trainers] Turn on the lights, you goddamn morons! There's a bomb around here!
['might be a bomb,' technically, but 'might' doesn't move asses.
Meanwhile, Steve has pulled herself together and is using her nose. If there's a path anyone has walked on, maybe she can follow the scent.
Then, for once in his life, Blake is using his brain.] Fuck this. [If there's guys out there, there must be a way they got there. He digs in his bag for something small and pulls out a handful of empty pokeballs. Shrunk down for carrying, they're the size of hefty marbles, and they're cheap an light enough that you might as well carry plenty around in case something good shows up.
He kneels down, watches close, and rolls the handful of them out across the floor. If there's enough light to see by and whatever damn bullshit is in play here works on objects too, any that don't get warped away might show him the way.]
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-and doesn't get any closer. She's back at the entrance, disoriented. She sits back on her haunches, letting out a whimper of confusion and dismay.
Which doesn't stop Carter from barreling right past her and having the exact same thing happen to him. It's like those times when there's one fewer step in the staircase than you expect. He stumbles, dizzy, and barks,] What the fuck?! I don't have time for any bullshit!
[He shouts toward the trainers] Turn on the lights, you goddamn morons! There's a bomb around here!
['might be a bomb,' technically, but 'might' doesn't move asses.
Meanwhile, Steve has pulled herself together and is using her nose. If there's a path anyone has walked on, maybe she can follow the scent.
Then, for once in his life, Blake is using his brain.] Fuck this. [If there's guys out there, there must be a way they got there. He digs in his bag for something small and pulls out a handful of empty pokeballs. Shrunk down for carrying, they're the size of hefty marbles, and they're cheap an light enough that you might as well carry plenty around in case something good shows up.
He kneels down, watches close, and rolls the handful of them out across the floor. If there's enough light to see by and whatever damn bullshit is in play here works on objects too, any that don't get warped away might show him the way.]