location : tower elevator
status: closed to @jckylls
He’d known why Catalyst had chosen him to be among the top floor teams. Despite his complete lack of combat skills, and usual disdain for getting involved in Collective business of this magnitude, he knows that his connection to Hourglass made any other point a mute one. Hourglass was going to be at the top of the damn Tower, of course he was, he was the head of this beast that Judgement was puppeteering, and he would be somewhere he could deal the most damage to the Guardians. And anyone that was even somewhat aware of the situation knew, that if any of them should try their hand at stopping Hourglass first it would be him.
Knowing that though, didn’t make him feel any bit less like the first sacrificial lamb up for slaughter. He’s fidgeting with his hands, as the elevator makes its slow death march up the length of the Tower, the sounds of fighting and the groans of the building echoing behind the elevator’s steel doors. He’s staring back at his and Hyde’s blurred reflections in the said doors as they continue their ascent, trying his best not to flinch after each ding that tolls from the elevator’s control panel.
“You know, Catalyst pairing us up together really blew a hole in my usual luck supply route,” he says finally, by way of breaking the tension he had a feeling he only felt. “I had to steal some from the slime guy...”, he adds, his face twisting as the memory of the awkward exchange resurfaces in his mind.
His features soon fall though, as the sound of something absolutely massive bangs against the wall of the floor they just pass, rattling the elevator in place from the percussion of the hit.
