"I'm telling you, these bad boys are going to be legendary after a little more testing." Isaac's voice was just barely audible over the roar of the waves below. "Even as they are now, I'd say some people in the village are going to fall on their knees and pray for the Under-One to spare them." Though Sirius couldn't see the other girl, she was familiar enough with her wicked grins to know one when she heard it. Unfortunately, she couldn't share in the moment. Serving as anchor for your dust-obsessed partner while she plants her latest instruments of terror in a Ratatosk burrow can become an all-consuming task when said burrow's entrance juts from the midway point of a towering seaside cliff.
It really would have been a better plan to uncoil the rope before they had walked all the way to the drop-off. However, put one person with too much enthusiasm and another with too little foresight together and "shoulda's" would invade the day. "Shoulda made sure your tether was long enough" in this particular moment. As a result of that little oversight, Isaac wasn't able to simply repel down by herself. Instead, Sirius found herself and the sheep faunus tied together under the logic that "we can't possibly both fall at once", and clinging to a sheer stone wall absolutely drenched in sea spray.
A few feet below where the blunette was free to let her mind wander in the simple task of keeping a tight grip, Isaac was putting the final touches on what she had simply christened "the bomb, sweetheart". Jammed awkwardly in the largest non-inhabited crevice available, Sirius knew the unholy patchwork of an explosive to be composed of meticulously stapled-together crystals of every type and combination of dust known to Laire. The thing was undeniably beautiful despite its wrong-ness. It looked like an inverted geode - all sparkling colors on the outside, ugly grey bits of ramshackle aura-activated device hidden on the inside. Needless to say, this practice detonation was going to be more art (read: Isaac screwing around) than science.
Just as the thought drifted through her mind, there was a sharp curse and a distant, heart-sinking splash. An eerie, calm numbness seemed to spread through Sirius's legs as she strained her neck to look down and over her shoulder. A brown face wearing a nervous smile stared up at her.
"I dropped the remote."
Sirius immediately glanced up above, noting their distance from the top. The safety of flat ground never seemed further away. She swallowed. "Oh-okay. I think all we can do at this point is brace our-".
There really are so many colors in the world, was the only thought that came to Sirius as the crests of water seemed to reach out to grab her. Right now, she wasn't even registering the hail of stone pinging against her aura or the odd lack of any sound. Not even the fact that she was probably about to drown, or that her companion's expression of absolute joy would negate later claims of any "accident" causing the scene unfolding around above. All she could watch was the bloom of elemental power shredding through stone and grimm alike.
Dust...dust was so cool.
Sepia Russet - Dust Apps
From the front row, a hand shot up and a silky brown tail wagged.