[This exchange of half-thinking aloud and half-talking to each other continues one for some time. So much sand and yet nothing eventful... Aside from a gaping hole in the ground that lead them here to begin with. It didn't make any sense, and with hardly any clues on the network to go off of, Armin was trying to puzzle it out himself.
What were these strange buildings? They seemed to be some sort of focus point at the center of it all, and so they'd likely hold more than the sand surrounding them, but...
One pyramid is right before them, now, and Armin stops to press a hand against the side and glance up it curiously. What could they be for? In the middle of nowhere, but so extravagant...--
It's right in the middle of his thought process that he catches the sight of sand tumbling slowly down the slope of the pyramid. Nothing too much at first, but after having it be so quiet for so long, he's stepping back defensively quickly enough. The bigger shaking of the ground comes next, as muffled as it is by the soft sand beneath them, and in a few spots peppered around the area, arms claw out of the sand and grab for anything near them, ankles included.]
Jean! [Immediately Armin is worried and moves to alert his friend of the hands clawing their way out followed by bodies from the looks of it, but his first step outwards is interrupted too soon. A bandaged arm wraps around his neck from behind (when did it get there?!) and he finds himself being pulled backwards harshly.
His hands reach towards his own neck to try and rip away the arm and struggle free, but it doesn't seem to help much. What he does pick up on is that he's being pulled back into the pyramid.]
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What were these strange buildings? They seemed to be some sort of focus point at the center of it all, and so they'd likely hold more than the sand surrounding them, but...
One pyramid is right before them, now, and Armin stops to press a hand against the side and glance up it curiously. What could they be for? In the middle of nowhere, but so extravagant...--
It's right in the middle of his thought process that he catches the sight of sand tumbling slowly down the slope of the pyramid. Nothing too much at first, but after having it be so quiet for so long, he's stepping back defensively quickly enough. The bigger shaking of the ground comes next, as muffled as it is by the soft sand beneath them, and in a few spots peppered around the area, arms claw out of the sand and grab for anything near them, ankles included.]
Jean! [Immediately Armin is worried and moves to alert his friend of the hands clawing their way out followed by bodies from the looks of it, but his first step outwards is interrupted too soon. A bandaged arm wraps around his neck from behind (when did it get there?!) and he finds himself being pulled backwards harshly.
His hands reach towards his own neck to try and rip away the arm and struggle free, but it doesn't seem to help much. What he does pick up on is that he's being pulled back into the pyramid.]