"I think I can sort of... blast it but I'd really prefer us using it as the last option if we can't figure out any other way out because I can't guarantee that we won't end up getting fried in process." Well, those were … rosy images. Andy nodded, considering whether he could do something. Technically, probably, he could. At least the telekinesis worked on locks, as long as they were the kind you could pick and not electronic. And this mechanism probably had something like that in there … right? Possibility was, he’d make it worse and they’d then starve to death in the walls of their school. Lovely. "Take care of... that guy," Elyssa said, gesturing towards Alex, "I'll check bit further on to see if there's anything promising there." Alex was sort of clinging to him and rummaging through his pockets at the same time. He fished out something that he turned into a … flute thing before healing himself. "Both ways seem to be identical from as far as I can see. Any wishes on which one I should check first?" Elyssa called back.
"I'm ok, now, Andy, you can let go of me.” Andy made sure he was standing before releasing his hold on Alex’ waist. That, at least, was one problem off their list. Alex walked over to where the writing was. "From what this says, this place is a escape route that should lead to near a main entrance, which is a few kilometers away. It doesn't say anything about traps - but then again things could've changed - and the direction to go is the right corridor there" he said. "So, let's stay together and walk carefully," he nodded. "And yes, daddy, I promise not to overuse my powers again. I've done it a couple of times before and just haven't done it in a while; that's why it knocked me on my ass for a bit" He stuck out his tongue. Andy winced a cringed a little, biting his tongue to stop from laughing.
“Dude, leave the daddy kink for some other time, alright? Now’s really not the time,” he joked before turning to move towards where Elyssa was standing.
"Guys go ahead without me and I will catch up!" When Andy turned back around Emit was looking anything but good. He was clutching his stomach, looking pained, kneeling on the floor. And if that wasn’t enough, there was some very unnatural colouring to him as well. Just brilliant.
“Aww, shit,” Andy cursed quietly and knelt down next to him, “You gonna be okay? I’m not really sure we can do much right now but, um, anything we can do to help? It’s your venom thing again, right?”
