[ It's still a part of their banter, but that's the one sentence that comes across as perhaps a little too serious, mainly because deep down inside Mace isn't kidding.
With any luck, though, they won't have to resort to that — luck, and the flashlight Ian finishes making, which Mace takes in hand with a renewed light in his eyes, one that had started dimming from the moment he'd gotten them trapped here.
Turning the thingy is all he wants, honestly. A bright, pale yellow beam follows soon after, and Mace grins outright, looking up at Ian like he wants to kiss him. He'll save that for later, though. First: ]
O, ye of little faith.
[ As they approach the riverbank, there's another dull clang, and the mystery of that is solved soon after. It's the metal sheet, all right, and the river is buffeting it back and forth against what looks very much like a portcullis, about six feet deep inside the tunnel. Despite having been underwater for God only knew how fucking long, the thing is rustless. Gleaming steel. And on the tunnel wall, below the surface but clearly visible now thanks to the flashlight, even at the angle they're at —
Mace straightens up from where he'd been kneeling and pointing the flashlight, turns to look at Ian with a quiet intensity in his eyes. ]
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[ It's still a part of their banter, but that's the one sentence that comes across as perhaps a little too serious, mainly because deep down inside Mace isn't kidding.
With any luck, though, they won't have to resort to that — luck, and the flashlight Ian finishes making, which Mace takes in hand with a renewed light in his eyes, one that had started dimming from the moment he'd gotten them trapped here.
Turning the thingy is all he wants, honestly. A bright, pale yellow beam follows soon after, and Mace grins outright, looking up at Ian like he wants to kiss him. He'll save that for later, though. First: ]
O, ye of little faith.
[ As they approach the riverbank, there's another dull clang, and the mystery of that is solved soon after. It's the metal sheet, all right, and the river is buffeting it back and forth against what looks very much like a portcullis, about six feet deep inside the tunnel. Despite having been underwater for God only knew how fucking long, the thing is rustless. Gleaming steel. And on the tunnel wall, below the surface but clearly visible now thanks to the flashlight, even at the angle they're at —
Mace straightens up from where he'd been kneeling and pointing the flashlight, turns to look at Ian with a quiet intensity in his eyes. ]
It's got a lever.