paixaorpg | Investigation: Paixao [active]

Character(s): Mao and Riku
Content: Mao and Riku go to look for the cause of the mysterious wormholes
Setting: Starting out in front of the St. Destino Hospital and then going all over
Time: Afternoon, Week 31
Warnings: Mao

He really hadn't been expecting Riku to agree to help him find the cause of the wormholes. Really, Mao hadn't expected anyone to want to help him in the first place. He guessed he didn't mind all that much when he thought about it. More help meant he would get this done quicker, and the sooner focus could get onto his wonderful honor student act.

Although... the more he thought about it, the more something about that began to bother him. His graffiti had been around for a long time, hadn't it? Not that Mao minded the chance for more people to witness his work, but something was a little off about it. He guessed some of it could be chalked up to the wormholes around making the cleanup harder for some people, but it didn't explain everything. It should all still be gone. In fact, this entire city should be cleaner than it had ever been before. Beryl would never let a place go vandalized like this if she could help it. It didn't matter if it was across a whole city or if there were wormholes everywhere, or if he had booby trapped every cleaning supply in the city--he hadn't this time, the plan coming together on short notice, but still. So why was it all still here?

Mao stood at the entrance to the run-down hospital that held his lab, waiting for Riku. His arms were crossed, his foot was tapping, and he really wished the other teen would just hurry up and get here already so he could get his mind off of Beryl.

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Riku could feel chips of wood dig in under his short nails. Just as his fingers slid from the door frame, he felt Mao grab his wrist. No longer with the option to hold on, his mind raced through his options. Even if his arm was free to cast a spell, he was never that good with them. Gravity was only so useful. Try as he might, he couldn't fully free his arm from the wormhole. Even if he could have still used Dark Corridors, they had no pull of their own.

Now, however, even Mao's feet were sliding, and Riku could feel his torso finally being pulled. As Mao's coat flapped in his face, he tried fruitlessly to turn his hand so he could grab Mao's wrist in return. Slowly, he felt his feet leave the floor.

The moment his feet entered the wormhole, it was over. The last view Riku could remember was a sudden glimpse of dusty ground rushing up at him.

. . .

Riku woke to a throbbing head and the realization he was on his back. And that it was more uncomfortable than it should be. That and he itched a little, and it was hot. His hair was wrapped around his neck or something. Frankly, he didn't want to move much, but he'd pushed through worse. He rolled over with a groan, feeling woozy. His hands felt funny. They felt wrong. What was wrong with his hands? He squinted and tried to look around.

"Uuuuugh... ...Mao? Mao?"

Investigation: Paixao [active]

Landing at outskirts of the Pridelands?