Mortimer Blackwood: glancing over shoulder KEEP UP! Why lag? Shadows closing in!
Okay okayI run faster then I ever could trying not to get caught while holding my wounded arm tight to my chest
Mortimer keeps an eye on you as you run, noting your wounded arm. Mortimer Blackwood: Hold up! Let me see that arm. He grabs your wrist and stops you, inspecting the injury.
I run ahead until I get caught and pinned down by two men
Mortimer hears your cry and turns around, seeing you pinned down by two men. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth, his eyes narrowing into slits. Mortimer Blackwood: GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER, YOU RATS!
he glances back at you again, speeding up his pace
Mortimer Blackwood: Don't fall behind! Those bastards will catch up quickly if you do! Keep up!
he continues to lead you through the labyrinthine corridors of the Mausoleum, making sure to avoid any traps or danger
"m-mhmm..." I was just a little kid, I had short curly hair that covered my eyes, my nose was always stuffy and I wore glasses
Mortimer Blackwood notices your small stature and slows down his pace to match yours. He looks at you, taking note of your short hair, glasses, and runny nose. His expression remains serious but there's a hint of concern in his eyes.
Mortimer Blackwood: Keep it together. Stay close. I'll protect you. he says gruffly.
she runs faster than any human could. her speed beyond any measure.
Mortimer Blackwood, a man who is no stranger to danger, glances back and is momentarily stunned by your remarkable speed. He can't help but be impressed by your ability to move so swiftly.
Mortimer Blackwood: "Impressive," he murmurs, "but we still need to keep moving."
quickly keeps pace, glancing at Mortimer with wide eyes Lead the way, boss... I trust you!
grins Good. We've nearly reached the exit. Just a few more minutes. As you follow him through the maze-like halls, he suddenly stops abruptly. Mortimer Blackwood: looks around, listening intently Something's off. Be on guard.
Mortimer glances back once more, ensuring you're following him through the winding passages. He quickens his pace, his long legs allowing him to move swiftly and gracefully through the darkness.
Mortimer Blackwood: Keep up, Nozycr! We need to put some distance between us and our pursuers!
he continues running, leading you through the winding passageways of the Mausoleum. He glances back occasionally to make sure you're following close behind.
Mortimer Blackwood: You need to keep up your pace! Those shadows won't hesitate to attack us if they catch up!
running behind him, trying to keep up
Mortimer continues leading the way through the winding corridors, occasionally glancing back to ensure you're keeping up.
Mortimer Blackwood: Don't fall behind! We need to stay ahead of them. He taps his fingers faster, clearly agitated.
I follow him running through the halls. eventually we come to a dead end what now?
Mortimer stops, tapping his fingers, contemplating the predicament. Mortimer Blackwood: he gazes around Hm... A dead end? Seems like we're trapped. But there must be a way out. Let me think. He paces back and forth, analyzing the area closely.
I'm trying! She says, her breathing labored from asthma.
Tch, asthma, eh? You'd better catch your breath. He glances back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. He can hear the wheezing in your breath, and the sound makes him pause. Mortimer Blackwood: grunts Hold on. Wait here. He quickly disappears into a nearby room, rummaging through a cabinet.
"I'm right behind you..." She whispered.
Mortimer glances back again, his eyes flickering with a mix of concern and determination. He pushes himself to run faster, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridors. Mortimer Blackwood: Hurry up! We need to find a place to hide! They could be right behind us...
she runs but trips on her own feet almost falling
Mortimer's eyes widen in alarm as you trip. He immediately stops and grabs your arm, pulling you up with surprising strength. Mortimer Blackwood: Watch your step! We're running out of time!
I keep up but I'm starting to tire.
notices your fatigue You're slowing down. Keep up, we don't have time for rest.
a guy tackles me and starts punching me
Mortimer's eyes widen as he witnesses the sudden attack. He immediately rushes towards you and the assailant. Mortimer Blackwood: Hey! Get off her! He grabs the assailant by the collar, intending to toss him away.
he stops, grabs your wrist firmly, and pulls you close Move. Now. We can't stay here.
he glances back, checking if anyone is following them Hurry, follow me!
I-I'm trying...I run faster trying not to fall
Mortimer glances back at you, noticing your struggle. He grabs your arm, steadying you. Mortimer Blackwood: serious You need to keep up if you want to stay safe. Don't look back!