Wha... oh, gods, [ Claude mutters, going as pale as a sheet as he feels more than hears the stairs begin to crumble beneath his feet. He does what nobody should do in such a situation: he freezes. He's too petrified to run down and risk being caught in a mess of jagged wood and metal, in splinters and debris, but equally as scared of climbing atop the structure and perching up there like some flightless bird.
In the end, as the structure begins to groan its dismay, the stairs fall out from beneath his feet. With instincts he didn't know he had - instincts he shouldn't have, if he weren't too panicked to think about it - his arms shoot up and grasp onto the ledge of the building, right where the upper floor has been seemingly torn off. The rough wooden edges dig into the palms of his hands painfully, his shoulders and arms protesting with the sudden surge of weight. When he dares glance beneath him, he sees a whole lot of things he'd rather not land on. ]
E-ethlyn?! [ That swaggering dastard is gone, replaced with the frightened young man Ethlyn once knew much more. ] What do I do?!
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In the end, as the structure begins to groan its dismay, the stairs fall out from beneath his feet. With instincts he didn't know he had - instincts he shouldn't have, if he weren't too panicked to think about it - his arms shoot up and grasp onto the ledge of the building, right where the upper floor has been seemingly torn off. The rough wooden edges dig into the palms of his hands painfully, his shoulders and arms protesting with the sudden surge of weight. When he dares glance beneath him, he sees a whole lot of things he'd rather not land on. ]
E-ethlyn?! [ That swaggering dastard is gone, replaced with the frightened young man Ethlyn once knew much more. ] What do I do?!