[ admittedly, when his body starts moving rather of his own, gu yun hadn't been surprised. after all, it's been one hell of a week - he tends to have the mouth of a crow in the best and worst of situations alike, so perhaps he's brought this upon himself? if he has any emotions about it either way, you won't seem them on his face.
gu yun walks with the precision and confidence of a soldier, even as they enter the room itself. spine straight, shoulders back, the very picture of calm. before the darkness has even faded, he reaches up, pulling an elastic from around his wrist to pull his long hair up into a ponytail at the back of his head.
and as things change, the first thing sensation is the heat. it feels like standing over a ziliujin reserve, like being inches from an explosive - it sticks to his skin and under his robes, and the low warmth of hot wind lifts his hair. he doesn't seem to react much to the bright, bright light, but - when misa stumbles, his arm snaps out to catch her upper one, out of reflex, the grip tight. one foot (in boots, not platforms, terribly sorry) touches forward, into the space between the beams, and then immediately comes back.
the ground under his feet is unbelievably unstable. from the wind, it's a long drop down below, into what must be some sort of hellish inferno.
for the moment, nothing's changing - gu yun's tense, though, waiting, waiting for the other shoe (that is not one of misa's platforms) to really drop. there's a beat. he speaks loudly enough to be heard, neutral, grip slowly loosening on her arm. ]
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gu yun walks with the precision and confidence of a soldier, even as they enter the room itself. spine straight, shoulders back, the very picture of calm. before the darkness has even faded, he reaches up, pulling an elastic from around his wrist to pull his long hair up into a ponytail at the back of his head.
and as things change, the first thing sensation is the heat. it feels like standing over a ziliujin reserve, like being inches from an explosive - it sticks to his skin and under his robes, and the low warmth of hot wind lifts his hair. he doesn't seem to react much to the bright, bright light, but - when misa stumbles, his arm snaps out to catch her upper one, out of reflex, the grip tight. one foot (in boots, not platforms, terribly sorry) touches forward, into the space between the beams, and then immediately comes back.
the ground under his feet is unbelievably unstable. from the wind, it's a long drop down below, into what must be some sort of hellish inferno.
for the moment, nothing's changing - gu yun's tense, though, waiting, waiting for the other shoe (that is not one of misa's platforms) to really drop. there's a beat. he speaks loudly enough to be heard, neutral, grip slowly loosening on her arm. ]
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