[ He knows that the red needs to be avoided, but - he's curious. He's afraid, sure, but he's always quietly afraid, so this isn't new. He heads right for the first red dot he sees - he doesn't have his weapons or anything but he knows he can defend himself just fine.
When the red dot he's chasing starts to stumble away, Royce speeds up. He's having a hard time getting through what he thinks might be mud, or quicksand? He can't tell, and he's all disoriented, but it doesn't matter. Whoever this red is, he can grab them and ask them for answers.
And then gravity reverses itself and he's dumped out on the ceiling-turned floor, away from the quicksand, landing in a heap. His arm twinges painfully, and Royce lets out a pained noise, trying to pull himself back together. ]
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When the red dot he's chasing starts to stumble away, Royce speeds up. He's having a hard time getting through what he thinks might be mud, or quicksand? He can't tell, and he's all disoriented, but it doesn't matter. Whoever this red is, he can grab them and ask them for answers.
And then gravity reverses itself and he's dumped out on the ceiling-turned floor, away from the quicksand, landing in a heap. His arm twinges painfully, and Royce lets out a pained noise, trying to pull himself back together. ]