[It's hard to miss the sound of 76 trombones crashing out of a vending machine that, by all intents and purposes, should not be able to hold that many. And fuck if that's not something one should come running over, because um??
Not that Varian is at all prepared for what he sees when he comes skidding into the room. This happens (probably fortunately) before Maya threw the deer skin, so it ends up someplace else and also gives Varian an actual view of who is trapped under all the brass.]
Maya!?
[There will be time for questions later, because he's going to book it over to where she's stuck beneath everything and start to dig her free, tossing trombones haphazardly in an effort to get her out as quickly as possible.]
Hang on, I'm getting you o- mmhph!?
[Mid-sentence, Varian is promptly walloped in the face by something. It's a blur of black, white, and grey, one that had tumbled out of the vending machine while his head was turned. The poor raccoon inside who- let's be honest, has no idea where he is, how he got there, how long he was in there- is trembling and terrified, but Varian as luck would have it is someone that he actually recognizes. It takes Ruddiger only a half second to scramble across the pile of trombones, clamber up Varian's clothing, and immediately wrap himself around his head with all of his limbs holding onto him fast.
Unsurprisingly, Varian tumbles back among the instruments himself, though he probably at least dislodged enugh of them that Maya should be able to pull herself out?]
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Not that Varian is at all prepared for what he sees when he comes skidding into the room. This happens (probably fortunately) before Maya threw the deer skin, so it ends up someplace else and also gives Varian an actual view of who is trapped under all the brass.]
Maya!?
[There will be time for questions later, because he's going to book it over to where she's stuck beneath everything and start to dig her free, tossing trombones haphazardly in an effort to get her out as quickly as possible.]
Hang on, I'm getting you o- mmhph!?
[Mid-sentence, Varian is promptly walloped in the face by something. It's a blur of black, white, and grey, one that had tumbled out of the vending machine while his head was turned. The poor raccoon inside who- let's be honest, has no idea where he is, how he got there, how long he was in there- is trembling and terrified, but Varian as luck would have it is someone that he actually recognizes. It takes Ruddiger only a half second to scramble across the pile of trombones, clamber up Varian's clothing, and immediately wrap himself around his head with all of his limbs holding onto him fast.
Unsurprisingly, Varian tumbles back among the instruments himself, though he probably at least dislodged enugh of them that Maya should be able to pull herself out?]