[ As powerful as the strange fellow seems to be able to resist such force in the first place, Naminé still flinches as the floor begins to crack as well, one hand coming up to cover her mouth in muted horror. Fortunately, neither he nor the foundation give completely, and the girl seems to comprehend the urgency of the situation with her, ]
Right--!
[ Perhaps a month or so ago she might have hesitated longer, had to think harder about what to do. But this time around Naminé has made it a point to get accustomed to the new form the dream has given her, and it doesn't take more than a few moments' thought before she's holding both arms out, jointed fingers splaying with her palms facing the floor.
The dangling chains that have been dragging after her spring to life, rolling out alongside the lifting of her limbs. Frowning, she directs them toward the nearest of the cracks in the walls on either side and they slither toward them like disconcerting snakes, seeming to feed out longer and longer as Naminé extends her reach. Perhaps in another dream world, the influences of her power wouldn't be so obvious; here, the tendrils of it have a more physical presence.
But that only does so much good when she doesn't quite know where to look. Though the chains creep their way through the walls and the mechanisms beyond, their exploration has yet to bear fruit as Naminé's expression grows increasingly concerned. ]
I'm not-- sure exactly how it works...!
[ Which makes finding a shutoff switch somewhat more challenging. ]
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Right--!
[ Perhaps a month or so ago she might have hesitated longer, had to think harder about what to do. But this time around Naminé has made it a point to get accustomed to the new form the dream has given her, and it doesn't take more than a few moments' thought before she's holding both arms out, jointed fingers splaying with her palms facing the floor.
The dangling chains that have been dragging after her spring to life, rolling out alongside the lifting of her limbs. Frowning, she directs them toward the nearest of the cracks in the walls on either side and they slither toward them like disconcerting snakes, seeming to feed out longer and longer as Naminé extends her reach. Perhaps in another dream world, the influences of her power wouldn't be so obvious; here, the tendrils of it have a more physical presence.
But that only does so much good when she doesn't quite know where to look. Though the chains creep their way through the walls and the mechanisms beyond, their exploration has yet to bear fruit as Naminé's expression grows increasingly concerned. ]
I'm not-- sure exactly how it works...!
[ Which makes finding a shutoff switch somewhat more challenging. ]