<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Om</span></span><br/><br/>As Om continued his search for information about Earth, more...people joined the group on top of the structure. Before much else could happen, something underneath him started to rumble, and visible cracks showed up in the floor underneath him. Before he noticed, and presumably could get nervous about it, the floor underneath him collapsed, and Om felt himself falling.<br/><br/>The next few seconds were surprisingly eventful. As he fell, he fell onto another falling object that most certainly wasn't a falling piece of the temple's masonry or a corpse, well, maybe it was a corpse, but most corpses wouldn't fall like that. He grabbed whatever it was, as for some reason he thought that it might be able to cushion his fall.<br/><br/>Fortunately, he was wrong. It seemed to be a human girl with some robotic arms, and while she didn't seem to directly acknowledge his presence, she did seem to be saying something, although the noise from the collapsing structure drowned out whatever was being said by her. Then, the girl produced a set of twirling blade-like things to significantly slow their descent, at least until they almost reached the ground, and then she botched the landing, although that might've been partially his fault. He saw the Guide resting on the ground nearby, partially covered in dust.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mostly harmless.</span><br/><br/>Om had a feeling that was certainly not the Guide's most accurate entry, but at least nothing had tried to eat him yet.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Merin</span></span><br/><br/>Merin was relieved that whatever tension Morgan had created was quickly defused, but Merin wished Morgan hadn't been so rash. As Merin waited on the stairs, he overheard much of the conversation between the group at the top. Before long he overheard some things that confirmed at least part of what Morgan had said to him earlier. He was on some place called Earth, and that something strange must've happened here, as nobody else seemed to be familiar with even the name of this<span style="font-style: italic">planet</span>.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, before he could hear anything else interesting, the masonry underneath him started to rumble, and visible cracks appeared in the masonry underneath him. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he figured it wasn't going to be very good. He was right, it wasn't. The stairs he was on suddenly tilted forward, and he was thrown into the chaos that was the center platform collapsing. Merin tumbled forwards and across some of the remaining structure before he felt one of his most dreaded feelings: falling. Panicked, he barked out a hasty spell, and came to a sudden stop in midair. He paused, then quietly cursed his hastiness. Such a spell probably wasted more runes than simply gradually slowing his descent. He quietly murmured another spell, and started to float down towards the bottom of the hole, and was too absorbed in thinking about his own carelessness and the spell he was maintaining, which he figured would waste at least half of his air runes to notice that there were others at the bottom of the hole until he landed down there.<br/><br/>There were two huge figures that reminded him of goblins from the world he was originally in, and he had landed right in the face of one of them. Her...its, he wasn't sure, but the eyes were almost certainly unnatural, and looked like reptilian eyes, with a slit pupil set against a vividly colored iris. She also<span style="font-style: italic">felt</span>strange. There was certainly some magic going on with her, but it was nothing he could recognize. He briefly glanced towards the other figure that looked like her, at least in form. He seemed to be unconscious, and his eyes were closed, which didn't help for comparison. He looked back towards the female figure again, and started to speak to her in a slightly wavering voice.<br/><br/>"Who...what...are you? You seem different from...him...the one on the ground."<br/><br/>He looked back at him, he seemed to have a hastily bound wound on his head, and was presumably unconscious from the fall. If his head was anything like most other heads he knew, it was likely just a gash across his forehead, and such wounds tended to bleed quite a bit. He continued to look in his general direction, as he did not want to look at those eyes again. It reminded him of something, somebody, and he did not want to delve into those thoughts at a time like this.<br/><br/>(edited because I realized I misread the description of Kwatoko's eyes, oops)