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Shaking and battered, the thief and the elementalist watched as the shrieking rat became a small dot in the deep blue below.
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They’d done it. The two would-be-thieves survived somehow and managed to stop an Inquest plot. However, now they were stuck, panting and bruised, floating on a single electric floor tile in the middle of the open sky.
They couldn’t go back where they came from. Unless they dragged the sword along with them, perhaps? The little dog had done that earlier, but it was small. If Tora made a new floor tile before two grown plant people could get on it, they’d fall just as Rakak did.
“Don’t s’pose you could give us a lift, ya?” Tora tried.
“I’m sorry, Miss Bandi. I can’t.” FPS replied. The thief figured as much. Neither of them had much energy left after that, and FPS had taken a golem arm to the guts twice.
Before they could puzzle it out any further however, the tile started sinking. It was a slow descent but nonetheless alarming. The thief’s heart hammered against his chest, panicking. Was the tile going to give out? Was this it?
It didn’t though. It stayed perfectly solid.
But it kept sinking.
They drifted down below the lab. He could hear the dog golem barking after them, see it huddled on the shelf where the rod had been. The rod itself was gone—the dog must’ve dropped it. It wouldn’t be following them this time. After all, it couldn’t actually teleport.
As they drifted farther and farther down, it became clear the magic sword was enough to keep the tile’s shape. The two relaxed a little, settled down, sat at the tile’s edges. Tora refused to let the sword go, one hand always gripping it as they descended.
The descent was slow: the sky turned red with the sunset as the floating island finally lifted from their view.
FPS offered Tora a sandwich at some point—procured them from his coat. He’d stashed them for later from their earlier kitchen raid. Smart. More a thief than Tora had initially given him credit for.
They sat and ate, watched the sky turn from red to violet to navy blue.
“I didn’t even get the amulet,” Tora sighed. He picked at the remains of it in his pocket—would the client even want it if it wasn’t whole?
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