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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Non. I drop 'de plas'ic, mon ami, we dead." Well.. that was a comforting thought, now wasn't it? But the light didn't come back on, and there were sounds of the Cajun moving around, shuffling his feet some. Or.. at least.. hopefully that was the Cajun. It was impossible to tell in this darkness.

"'De plas'ic gone. It turn t'dus'. Fall apar'." They'd been in these tunnels a good half an hour already, perhaps more. He'd never charged anything for that long.. and apparently, it had its drawbacks. The item had, over a time, simply lost the molecular structure and had fallen apart in his hands. And, presumably, he was searching around for something else to use. Something he didn't mind being disintegrated. So his coat was out of the question. And the few nuts and bolts in his pocket weren't going to light anything but his hand. He needed something bigger.

He had his journal, but... Well. He was keeping that. And maybe if he voiced these concerns to the Doctor, he might have had something to offer up for the mutant to light the way. Unfortunately, he had very quickly moved into independent mode and certainly wasn't going to ask for help. He wasn't used to asking for help, or having anyone to ask. So they remained in the dark a little longer.