Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

He grinned lightly at her joke, even though she couldn't see it, clinging to her for support as he slowly regained energy and control of his legs again. Rachel was surprisingly feisty with him and Isac couldn't help but to grin a little more at that, although still very much concerned about the syringe now sticking out of his leg uncomfortably and ultimately was pouting about their ordeal. Sometimes he'd be unlucky, sometimes he'd be lucky. His intuition like a double edged sword, but from experience he found it generally to be a boon, even if it didn't look like it at the time. Listening to Rachel's words half-heartedly while running his scythe over the pressure plates, he didn't register what she was saying until after she'd stepped on one of the plates, snapping Isac out of his pouting daze and staring at her with a horrified but hopeful look. He watched her take another careful step, gingerly testing the plates she walked on before moving her weight around. Jolted by the sudden bang, distaste slipped onto his lips as he saw Rachel get hit in her shoulder. Guess he couldn't leave this all up to her after all He'd have to do his part as well. He didn't bring much caution to the table when he stepped on the plate she had already tested to be good. It sunk down, but ultimately stopped even with his weight. It was a safe spot, right beside her. You alright? his voice bared hints of care as he gently placed his hand on her upper arm to the shoulder she'd been struck by the bullet He looked at her wound with discomfort, both thinking about his promise and that he didn't want her to die for she'd begun to nestle her way into his heart ever so slowly. With impatience and distaste he looked upon her prodding and taking the next step. Even though it was a successful one, he wasn't happy with her leading the way if it meant she'd die from it. Let's take turns with stepping on them. It's probably the only way we'll get past this alive his voice did not betray the suppressed anxiety he felt over getting another syringe, or even shot So... I should step on the hard ones you said he asked her, looking down and prodding his weight on a few plates around him, feeling the difference in resistance from each plate Feeling agitated over himself taking too long to be brave and step on one, he shifted his weight onto the one that he felt would buckle the least. He was wrong. Another soft thud as a syringe firmly lodged itself in his left shoulder. An irritated grunt escaped him as he froze up from the impact, irritation spreading throughout his body just like the tranquilizing poison was. He turned around, grabbed Rachel's hands and pulled her over to the plate he was already standing on. He let her go, turned again and began prodding the plates again. It's still my turn, you went twice, I go twice. determined, he stepped on another plate before turning around in triumph when it went down, but nothing happened, until the monitors suddenly flickered to life again to reveal a jumping, positively ecstatic Cathy Ohhh, you've gone and done it now!! Have fun! she practically screamed with excitement, perverted pleasure clinging to her voice before the monitor went dead yet again She sure knows how to ruin the mood doesn't she Isac grinned at Rachel before looking towards the exit Your turn motioning towards the next set of plates towards the exit Little did they know that gas was being released from tiny vents in the ceiling. Gas that would slowly choke them and make them lose consciousness. Isac swerved his shoulder, trying to combat the increasing numbness to no avail. He was beginning to feel slightly light headed, mostly from the tranquilizer, not so much from the gas just yet.