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-Missing- IC Thread: RP Cast Filled

ReedRGale

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Use: Flashlight => Examine: Front of the drill, & Where the drill was going

Swallowing his irritation, Wade got to work, flashlight in hand.

> Examine Front of Drill (Savvy + Academics)
> Modifiers: -2 Dark, +1 Use of Flashlight
> Base Pool 6 ==> Dice Pool 5
> Successes 2

Turning his attention to the most interesting thing in the room, the drill, Wade began a thorough examination. After he overcame the looming fear that the machine might suddenly come alive--its gears meshing together and pulling in a curious limb... then his body... ending in--overcoming the looming fear, Wade gently looked over the gears.

The material seemed to be a type of alloy similar to the Kettles, though Wade couldn't know for sure. Perhaps he was just trying to incriminate the Octarians.

Focus... focus...

The gears had spiked attachments, designed to tear apart the earth around and leave only a trail of dust in its path. These tools seemed... fine-crafted with something that didn't wear or tear. Did the Octarians really have something this strong on hand...? Further, while this machine could travel through the earth, someone had to come away with the earth it upended.

Judging from the fact that there was a tunnel one way and the other, whoever had started this task was likely already done.


> Examine Where the drill was going (Savvy + Academics)
> Modifiers: -2 Dark, +1 Use of Flashlight
> Base Pool 6 ==> 5
> Successes 2


Speaking of the task at hand... what was this tunnel all about? Where was this drill going? Compared to the tunnel the drill came from, the walls where the drill was headed were rougher, more... unfinished, for lack of a better word.

It definitely had the signs of civilization coming and hauling away dirt, implied by the fact that the floor's dirt seemed more pressed together, as if walked over many times.

But why was the drill running down the tunnel? Wade guessed that there were two possibilities. It was cleaning out the tunnel as another round, which implied that this has been going on for some time. The other possibility was that this drill was headed somewhere and it was just faster to transport it by running it.

Either way, that didn't say anything about what the drill was for, but it did leave Wade with the question: what is this doing here? How is this related to Deepview... or the Octarians for that matter?

[Discord Choice: Do you share this information with Jax? With Max? Both?] :: Jax

Jax, already rapt in his own exploration, was a little further away from Max. Wade took a moment to explain the situation to him, taking occasional glances to Max, who was busy with his own exploration.
 
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Hesoca

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Ah. A thought said. That's how it's going to be.

From the moment they'd entered the cavern, the three had gone their own way. For the kid, this way led to the contraption, then to Jax; for Max himself, the path led elsewhere, to a point in the distance where he, unwanted, watched the two murmur with selective rapport.

They're talking about you, I bet, said a thought in a whisper, watching the kid's furtive glances through the corner of Max's eyes.

Don't fryin' kid yourself, said another, It's not like they actually care about you.

In silence, his gaze turned toward the contraption. In the torch's light, it gleamed, pointed and bare-teethed, a great beast escaped from some Octarian hell.

They'll turn on you, said a third, quiet in respect to the beast, Against a machine like this? They wouldn't save you. Not even your old squad could handle something like this.

Tch, said a fourth, spitting at the drill's feet, You don't need them to save you. The only ones who need saving are those that can't save themselves.

Then why even bother with them? said a fifth, They don't have any right to you.

"But the city does." Max said, in hushed whisper. The Cap'n, the Squid Sisters, shopkeepers... the people of Inkolopolis... they have a right to a hero.

He turned, eyeing the two Inklings in the corner of his vision.

And shell if I'm not the one to save them.

In one movement, he lifted the Dynamo over his shoulder, flashlight in one grip, determination sparking behind his eyes. Alright. He thought, a snide sneer forming. If those two had found something... well, he'd just have to find something better.

Examine: Current Room, Drill, Tunnel Forward, Tunnel Behind
 

Rustic

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Canada, ON
"Bluh... w-what... where am I?" Canchi wondered aloud as he looked around, trying to make sense of all these aisles. It was so... weird and quiet. The place was pretty spooky in comparison to the street that he was taken from, what with its spooky conformity and broken stuff lying around.

Speaking of...

"Where the heck did that glass come from?" He thought, looking down at the shards. Was there something above him? He didn't feel any glass on him when he woke up so that quickly pushed away that thought. Although it never hurt to take a peek around. Soon, he found himself looking around the room.

[Examine: Room, particularly what was the source of the broken glass.]
 

ReedRGale

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Canchi ==> Examine: Room, particularly what was the source of the broken glass.

> Rolling for Examine (Savvy Roll)
> No Modifiers
> Dice Pool 5
> 5 Successes


A little fear and adrenaline, as it turns out, really keens the senses.

The glass being the first order of business, Canchi took a quick glance around. The first thing he managed to focus on was the fact that these aisles contained row upon row of glass shelves, some labelled, others not.

Within a few transparent holding units were two things: a respawn stone and a glass mason jar... somehow trapping Inkling essences. Their unconscious forms feebly attempted escape, pushing against their prisons toward their stones.

Canchi almost puked.

Turning away from the sight, he quickly figured out that there was a containment unit with busted glass labelled 'temporary holding.' It didn't take a genius to figure out he'd been held there. But what had allowed him to escape?

Taking a closer look, Canchi found trace amounts of some sort of orange ink left in his holding unit. It seemed to have evaporated, as the glass was too smooth for the ink to bind, but there was still a slight orange tinge from the vapors. Someone had engineered his escape. But who? And why?

Exiting the aisle ignoring the containment units as best he could, Canchi focused on the task at hand. Someone had planned his escape... but where was he? At the ends of each row were plaques, and, after gritting his teeth, he worked up the nerve to read them.

Where he'd come from was labelled 'temporary holding.' Other rows were labelled 'permanent holding' and with his reserve courage, he entered one. This area was much more full, and he found a slew of names peppering different units... each worrying him more than the other.

Each name indicated an important figure. Each name seemed to represent someone more important than the last. Until, at the end of the row, he saw it.

'Callie.'

'Marie.'

They were right here. The answer to the mystery was before him... something didn't feel right.

Wanting to confirm it, Canchi compared the sisters' units and the others and, yes, their glass holding jars were more lifeless. They weren't even going for the stones. And the stones looked wrong too. First they were uncut--surely the Squid Sisters would have had some other shape for their precious stones. And second, well, they just seemed duller. Almost unsynched.

Whatever the case, this was creepy and, before making any decisions, he wanted to finish scoping out the area. As he reached what he presumed to be the exit, Canchi noticed a camera. Quickly, he dodged to avoid being seen, but before that, he noticed something else... something buzzing around the device.

It seemed almost disrupted or jammed. More hints that someone was here previously. And if that weren't a big hint, there was even more orange ink painting the floor. The explosion shape seemed as if someone had been splatted here, and the amount of evaporation would say that this was about... ten to fifteen minutes ago.

... where the hell kind of dangerous place was he? Who'd let him out?

What next?
 

ReedRGale

Inkling Commander
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Location
probably my room?
Examine: Current Room, Drill, Tunnel Forward, Tunnel Behind

> Examine Room in General (Savvy + Academics)
> Modifiers: -2 Dark, +1 Use of Flashlight
> Base Pool 6 ==> Dice Pool 5
> Successes 1


Turning his attention away from the stupid investigation clique, Max went to do real sleuthing.

The tunnel went long in both directions, swallowing the torchlight in a gentle curve. Well, at leas the tunnel wasn't straight. The drill clearly helped to make this place, but the earthquake messed it up. Looking up, Max was careful not to send the beam up high into the sky. The split that allowed the team to jump down here had split the roof of the subway system as well, creating a sizable opening for moonlight to floor through.

This subway wasn't going to be running for awhile.

> Examine Drill (Savvy + Academics)
> Modifiers: -2 Dark, +1 Use of Flashlight
> Base Pool 6 ==> Dice Pool 5
> Successes 2


Next was the drill. What was there to see?

This was a boring machine. That implied that the tool would weaken and tear through the earth. That further implied that someone or something had to be taking the dirt away from here. Ergo, there had to be a opening that people were using: this tunnel led somewhere.

> Examine Tunnel (Savvy + Academics)
> Modifiers: -2 Dark, +1 Use of Flashlight
> Base Pool 6 ==> Dice Pool 5
> Successes 3


Crawling up and over the drill, Max took his torch to the walls and something odd caught his attention. There were markings. They were hard to notice at first, but whoever had been taking the dirt away was making careful etchings here and there.

Continuing down the path, about every ten feet there would be a new symbol. It couldn't be a coincidence. Tracing his fingers through the grooves, Max made a mental note of each one.


'α'

'ν'

'υ'

'π'


...

Max didn't want to wander too far away from the group, but he made note of the symbols. They didn't look like any language he'd ever seen but they were clear and they were distinct. Who knew why they were there, but they were something.

[Max chooses to share this info with Jax and Wade]

Being the bigger person he was, as soon as he found the symbols, he showed Jax and Wade. Jax took some time to trace the symbols. And Wade did... well nothing but think. Typical kid.
 
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Rustic

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The mere sight of seeing the Squid Sisters in such a state rattled Canchi to his core, their energetic(especially Callie's) attitudes seemed completely... gone. It was such a shock to see them like that, that he would've thrown up right then and there if there was anything in his stomach to throw up. The tea and cereal he had before were distant memories.

Instead, he felt a very, very strong urge to run. Although the logical part of his mind simply asked him, "where the shell do you want to run to?" Which was an answer he didn't know. The whole place reeked of danger to him, and he didn't think his little pistol was going to cut it.

Although it was a comforting thing to have. Even if it was a slight one.

Canchi shivered slightly, the fear slowly creeping up his back as he backed away from the 'splatted puddle'. The fear got to him, making Canchi back away from it as his turf war instincts made their way into his head.

"First things first," he thought, thinking back to Callie and Marie inside of those holding units. Canchi juggled a few ideas in his head, all of which were hopelessly optimistic but very heroic if he thought so himself.

But... too bad they're the fantasies of a teenage boy dreamily staring at the two while they were still in their studio and not in this kooky place.

He cursed himself quietly for pulling such a risky gamble, being sharkbait for Magabelle clearly wasn't the smartest idea, but at least it got him here.

Canchi quickly went back to the two units, looking to the one that he guessed held Callie and whispered, "I'll get you out of there. Promise!" Before he went to the doorway, standing against the wall beside it as he slowly looked out into wherever the doorway went.

[Lightly pat the containment unit that contains Callie, then go Examine what lies beyond yonder doorway.]
 

ReedRGale

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Canchi ==> Go Beyond Doorway && Examine

The doorway seemed to be automatic, but was jammed open. That didn't stop it from attempting to close intermittently. Close about a foot. Open. Close a foot. Open.

The motion was hypnotic and worrying. Something about seeing a machine broken and twitching, especially after the horror of the containment room, didn't sit well.

Fearing that the door might suddenly close when he tried to exit, Canchi dashed through the opening quickly.
Nothing happened of course. The door continued malfunctioning.

He took a deep breath. Onward.


> Rolling for Examine (Savvy Roll)
> Modifier: Seen Orange Residue +1
> Base Pool 5 + 1 ==> Dice Pool 6
> 3 Successes


The hallway that Canchi found himself in was a continuation of the steel-grated floors and clean-looking, static, grey walls. That made it pretty easy to look for traces of the orange that he'd found before.

It was harder to see than expected, but there seemed to be orange leading away from a ventilation shaft that looked like it had been replaced, but not screwed back in.
That might make a good escape just in case. After all, someone had clearly used it.

Otherwise, there was an elevator and two rooms: one was guarded by a pinpad and was unlabelled; the other was labelled the Bellerophon Room and opens as you approach. What you can see of the latter is a room plastered in different colors and a book in the center of a room.

What now?
 

Rustic

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Canchi looked at the name. Some things he heard before slowly clicking together in his head as he stared at the name, it was familiar. Where did he hear it before, "Bellerophon..." where did he hear it?

Slowly, the pieces clicked together and he remembered where he heard it.

"Aha!" Canch exclaimed, as his hair flickered brightly for a brief moment like a light bulb. "Beth did mention that...," he thought proudly, although his pride quickly shifted into curiosity as he stared at the doorway. That doorway must lead to whatever happened with One. Although he looked back to where the containment units were, he simply swallowed his worry and went into the Bellerophon Room.

[Go into the Bellerophon room. THE HYPE MAN, IT'S KILLING ME.]
 

ReedRGale

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C͏̼̹a̛͖̞̹̤n̜̟̫͚c̩͍͘h̫̻̻ì̯̭̫̞ ̛̲̻̱̘=̬͕͝=̩̝̳> ̡̮G̵̲͉̞͎̖̩o͜ ̶̖̤͚̳͕t͍͍̹͎̤o̻̘̖̙̲ ̹͖̯̙̹̺͢B̨͓͔̻͍e̫̯͈l̛̬̦l̫̪e̞͚̼̩̩̖͢r̡̟ơ͓͔͍͖p̧̗̩̪͙h͙̫o͏̦n̳̬̖̠ ̝͕͘R͔̹̤o̝̪͍ͅo̙̲̳̖̯m̺̦͓̠͘ ͇̺̜̖̟&҉&͖̱̯̞ ͇̳̝̻̲Ex̯̦̞̘a̸̠̳̞̹m͖̰̩̘i̺̪̬͖̳͟ǹ̞e̵̩͖͕͈͔͚̪

Tentatively, Canchi took a step into the eerie room, the mechanical door seeming to invite him. The sound of the automatic door closing as he reached the center almost made him jump; his nerves were on fire. This room seemed wrong. There was so much wrong with this room. Wrong. Wrong. Wrongwrongw̮̹͕͙r̘̥͔̝͇͍̟o̟͈͇͍n͍͙͓̣̹̟͜g͈͡

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

There was a pedestal in the center of the room with an odd book on it. There were splatters on the floor and on the sides of the walls. There was an odd book on the pedestal. There was an odd book. On a pedestal. T̸̬̯h̬͇̜̦̭̲e͏̹ͅr̫̝ḙ̳ ̧̹̣̩w̙͖̼͎̹͢a̹̺̻̰̪̘̩͠ś ҉̹̦͎̳͉̯̭a̱̠̤̦͇͓̦͜ ͢p̺̹̣͚̝͎ͅe̠d̡̼̙̥̜͔̖̗è̟̫̖͇ș͡t̥̩̹͉͉̬̞a̰l̰͚ ̴̥w̼įt̵̯̮̻͔̻h̴̘ ͓͉͇̺̞́a҉n̵̬̦̝͓ o̘̜̖̯̬̦͟d̞̤̣̪͓͡ͅḓ̟̙̤͎͕̺́ ̬̰̪͜ͅb̯o̦̖̹͉͇͓ͅò͈̱̳̬̦k̠̤̺ ̛̠̯̳̬̮̝̘o̼̥̣͕̝͙n̤̘͖͖͔̫ͅ ̡̺͇̦̫̤ͅi̭ṱ̫͞.̸̺ ҉͇̭͔͇̳̜ͅT͙̘͎̯͜he͉r͙e͙͖ ̲̼̦͞w̠̹a͓͇̣͔̫̜̺s̻͕͍͓̞͕ ̭̹̺̩̪̲͠a̻̲ ̯b͍͔ook̝̯͍̲ ̰͖̣̟͟ọ̥͘n ̝͎̹̟̬a̯͇͍n͓̱͎͚̘ ͔̼̬o̙͜d̫̮̝̬̟d̟̟̥ ṕ̯̟̟̤ḛ̲̞̲ͅḏ͇̠̯̬̪̼e̼̮̰̲͚̪͙͜s҉̦͚̙ͅt̶a̧̺̣l̫͖̝̼̜.̤̳̻̀ ̀T̰̞̮̝̭̭̪he̻̖̯͓͞r̞̘̼̻͈̹̀e̸̤̘̙̞̰ ̛͔̗w̷̗̠̻̟̝̲a̜̟̤̙̻̼͜ͅs̵̯̬̬


>̶̳ R̡̖̟o͏̦̭̣ͅl̦̲̳̟͕l̰̼̤̱̼̗i̦͕͚̬n͘g̰͓͟ ̼̲̥̤̠f͔̙͕̖̝͕͝o̧͕̲̘̯͚͎r͏̣ ̖͙͉͙͈̗̠E͉͘x̥a̧m̲̦̬̗̠i̸n͖̣̩̟̪̕e͏͓͖̖͕̠ ͝(̣S̹̰̹̮̫a҉͙͙̮̱̙̺̬v̼̗̫͉͚͉̫v̻̲̰͍̲̥y̟̲̯͎ ̘͚̗͚̩̫+͇̯͔̖̭͉͍ ͜ͅA̦̭̠̱̩̙͠c̼̗͓̻a̞͎̭̩d̟́e̗̞͕m͇͖̲i̝̭͖̲̪̺͔c͏͙͕͈ͅs̲̻̹̻͍ ̮R̝ǫ͔l̡l̩̠͎)̥
͖͙̞͎̦͈͔͞> ̢̤̺͇͈̘̗̙M͟o͏̘͚͉d̶͎̺̮̺͈̭i̪͕f͍͎̪̬̥͇i̤̟̼̭̩̤͡ͅe̷͎̰͎̰̺͍r҉̘:̯̪̙ ̺̯̩̜̫͜K̵̩̙̠̯̺̖͈no̲w̤͉͈̜s̯͓̮͓̱ ̭A͔̥̺͙͎̺̻b̛̬͍̰̭o̻̫u̗̬̥̠ṭ̞̼͚̣̠ ̻̥̭̯̳̰B̬͠el̼͝l̮̞̱̹̘̥é͍r̟͠o͎̣͎p̪̟̖̲̤͙h̝̟͉̬̮ͅon̮̞ ̬͎͉̳̟̦͠Ļ͎̤̗i͠n̛͖͔̪̳̻k̸̼̟̮͔͍̭ ҉͇͕̬͇̣̰̻t҉o̟͝ ͔̰E̫̗̫̺͕̩s̗̯̬͓ͅͅͅs̹͓̣̼̻͠e̸͕͎̥̳n̖͎̭̹̗͓̜c͍̟̯̞͚͉͉ḙ͉̥͎̟͢ ̴̩̻̝R̬͚͖e͚͓̻s̲͇̜̗̩̺͉̀i҉̮̮̖̹̻d̳͓͕u̬͈̘̯̝̤e ̸͚̺+͇̬́2̖͈̦̰̬̱
̤̹͚͓>̶͚̯̖͔̜̳ ̜̹B͠a̤͖̥ś̮e̼̦ ͈̪P͔̞͢o͇͟o̗̦̠̫̩̩l͓ ̵̗̟̣͈͔ͅ8̱͉̕ ̩+̯̬ͅ ̫̫̯̝̕2̝̗̰̖̪̰͠ͅ ͈̠̱͈==͔>̮͉̤̙̖̺ ̪̙̜̹̱̙̙͡D̮͍̟̹̹́icḛ̲̥̟ ̱̥P͕̕o̼̰̤̭͇̫͎o̘͕͚̘l̷̜̜̳̥̦̲ ͢1̹̦̫͖͈̭̤͝0̶̜
̱̠̪̥>̹̝̝̰̜͔͙ ͍̘̘́5͔͚͇͉̜̻ ͞S̼̘̲͎̝̹̞͟u̹̯͍̟̦̙c͇c̞̘̗̥̻̩͙e̼̰s̳s̝̳ḛ̳͎͕̲ͅs̹̮̺͈̬͞


Tearing his eyes away from that unnatural aberration of literature, Canchi looked around for anything else. Anything else. Anything of importance that is.

Yeah.

There weren't any cameras in this room.

There was a door. He'd come through that.

T̹̤̟͖͕̯̝ẖe̮r̹e͘ ̢̣̰̦͖͍̩w̱͍ą̥̺͖̱͙͙͕s̜̞̠͙̲͈̟ ̲̥͙͍͙̯a͉̝̳̝̖͍n̞̟͙̞̣ ͉̣̜̯͔̝̟̀o̴͙͇͖̱ͅd͔̹̞̯͢d̞̳̟̥ͅ ̗̟̺̤̻ͅp͏̳̫̳e̤̻̺d̢e̛̻͇̳͕̪s̷̺t̻̗̤̜͇-̵̳͙̜-̧̼̻̱͍̙̱͉

Deep breath. In.

In.

There was no 'out.' There didn't need to be. In here, Canchi didn't need to breathe. He couldn't breathe out. He could breathe in. There was no out. No out. There was a door.
H̟̠̝̙͞ḛ͖͎͈̯̮'̺͓͚͔̥d͠ ̛̝c̘̲̟͈̺o̖͖͎̩͉̼͞m҉̘̥͙e̖̮ ̘͔̪́t̲͍̖̹͔̳̤h̝͎r͖̬͜o̫u̗̞̮̙̭̘͇g̟h̵̼͍--

T̹̤̟͖͕̯̝ẖe̮r̹e͘ ̢̣̰̦͖͍̩w̱͍ą̥̺͖̱͙͙͕s̜̞̠͙̲͈̟ ̲̥͙͍͙̯a͉̝̳̝̖͍n̞̟͙̞̣ ͉̣̜̯͔̝̟̀o̴͙͇͖̱ͅd͔̹̞̯͢d̞̳̟̥ͅ-̵̳͙̜-̧̼̻̱͍̙̱͉

The ink looked dry. Old. Ink was
supposed to dissipate after a quarter hour. It came in many colors. Canchi could feel it. People had been here. Many people had been here. So many. So many didn't come out.

There was an pedestal in the center of the room with an odd book on it.

He took a step toward it.

He took a step back.

There was a door.
He'd.

WW̳̰̦̠͖Ẁ̼͉̻͇̗̰W̤W̟̹̟̜W̹̯̲̳̱W̱̘͎͓͝W̯̮̞̥Ẃ͔̜h̙̭̕a̼͍̞̘̖̬t̢͈͚ ̼̠ņ̠͙̪o͜w̦͎?̭̘͍
 
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Rustic

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(( Spooky. ))

Canchi stared at the book for the longest time, barely managing to maintain a calm inside of himself. The room was wrong. He shouldn't be in here. The feeling slowly crept its way into his head, almost propelling him to just run and never come back.

He slowly averted his look away from it, trying to calm himself down. "What the shell were they doing here?" Canchi asked aloud, glancing towards the book, then back to where he came from. It was an option; run away and never come back here. But then Deepview would probably stuff into another one of those glass units and keep him there permanently.

An odd feeling consumed Canchi as he looked back to the book, then with a lot of hesitation and worry. Like he was expecting something out of a horror movie to happen. He approached the pedestal, carefully opening the book to the first page.

[Read the book.]
 

Aykorn

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Wade looked over the tunnel markings behind the drill that Max had pointed out. He stared intently, his fist pressed over his mouth as he formulated thoughts about the situation as a whole.

The most concerning thing about this place was that the drill didn't end at at a solid wall. If the drill --assuming it's main purpose was drilling-- had stopped mid-excavation, it'd be fair to say that someone was trying to create some lucrative, underground connection. It'd even explain the earthquake from yesterday with how much earth it was displacing. However, these tunnels were pre-existing.

They lead somewhere, and came from somewhere. And the drill ended up somewhere in between.

Wade looked over to the drill again. Why was it even abandoned down here? It looked like wear and tear had gotten it, but to be out here... some arbitrary place in the tunnel... Why?

Examine: Drill (back of drill?) again
 

ReedRGale

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@VeryButter

Mag ==> You Have Died

> Attack Suitless-Tieless (Dexterity + Athletics)
> Modifiers: -1 Cramped Space, +1 Ink Pistol
> Base Pool 11 ==> Dice Pool 11
> Successes 4 (Hits); 11 Damage ((holy calm yourself mag))


Quickly returning fire, Mag braced herself as she was taught. Firing the pistol down the hallway, she clipped the back of the man. He'd retreated into the hallway as she recovered from firing. The recoil was still strong, but now she was used to it.

> Hidden Roll
> Difficulty set


The man had quickly retreated back into the main room. Mag walked in, carefully, but now it was covered in ink. He was hidden here, somewhere... biding his time to strike again, surely.

Mag's mind rushed a little as she came to the ink-filled room; quickly, she mulled over how to find the suitless-tieless. She first thought about inking the room entirely, but brushed it away; while she was in a turf mentality, she still knew the gun's effects on herself.

So, instead she opted to start looking at the ink. There were always trails left behind by someone, even with ninja squid. If she could find a circle or the end of a line in the ink, and shoot at it…

> Find Suitless-Tieless (Savvy + Athletics)
> Modifiers: -1 Unfamiliar with Area
> Base Pool 9 ==> Dice Pool 8
> Successes 1


Mag tried to call upon all knowledge that she had about turf wars to help her find this hidden assailant, but she just couldn't find him.

> Enemy has spent 1 turn in ink [Fully recovered inktank]

Grumbling, Mag, in a bit of frustration, kicked the grey ink at the doorway—whether she was hoping of something to come of it or not was unclear—and, pulling her foot away, she took a shot dead center of the room, hoping for the suitless-tieless to have an illogical-logical mentality.

> Find Suitless-Tieless (Luck Roll)
> Successes 0


In frustration, Mag aimed a random shot. She could feel her reserve ink leaving her, making her lightheaded...

> Any more shots will cause Mag to roll damage against herself.
> Enemy has spent 2 turns in ink [Fully recovered ink tank; +5 HP]


Mag squinted at the grey room in frustration. Not only could she not find the dude's trails, but he was both smart and stupid.

Then again, she kind of assumed he was making a stupid decision anyway. So I guess I'm the stupid one.

With a bit of a lean back, Mag dropped into the ink behind her, dashing backwards as far as she could go in the ink. Then she waited.

> Enemy has spent 2 turns in ink [Fully recovered inktank; +10 HP]
> Mag has spent 1 turn in ink [Fully recovered inktank]


"Why are you here?" Mag heard from her submerged state. She couldn't see him, but he'd clearly come out of the ink, ready to fight.

Mag didn't respond, but prepared to hop out of the ink at a moment's notice.

> Hide (Savvy + Dexterity)
> No Modifiers
> Dice Pool 8
> Difficulty Set: (4)
> Mag has spent 2 turns in ink [Fully recovered inktank]


Her assailant didn't say anymore. Instead, he simply started moving forward, inking up Mag's two trails. This... might be bad.

Mag had moved slowly so as not to be found but it seemed like he was just going to smoke her out.

> Takes back (3) units of turf
> Neutral Turf: 13
> Mag Turf: 1
> Enemy Turf: 6


Mag, listening to the grey dude, would've grinned if she could. He'd done exactly what she'd wanted him to.

Quickly, she popped out of the ink and took a shot at the inkling, attempting to reclaim the turf he took back at the same time.

> Surface from Ink
> Attack Suitless-Tieless (Dexterity + Athletics)
> Modifiers: -1 Cramped Space, -2 Very Little Mobility, +1 Ink Pistol
> Base Pool 11 ==> Dice Pool 9
> Successes 2 (Misses); Gain (2) Turf


Mag took another shot, but this time, it seemed the man was ready. Dodging to the right, pressing up closely against a wall, he prepared a shot of his own.

> Holds Position
> (Hits); 6 Damage; Gain (1) Turf
> Mag HP: (7/13)
> Neutral Turf: 13
> Mag Turf: 2
> Enemy Turf: 5


Mag grunted as she was hit, stepping back slightly. But now he was still; Mag, in her slightly aggressive state, fired at him again and ducked back into her ink.

> Attack Suitless-Tieless (Dexterity + Athletics)
> Modifiers: -1 Cramped Space, +1 Ink Pistol
> Base Pool 11 ==> Dice Pool 11
> Successes 4 (Hits); 5 Damage; Gain (2) Turf
> Submerge


Taking a quick shot, Mag submerged to gain some mobility. The man seemed about as bad off, but he stood his ground preparing an attack of his own.

> Hidden Attack Roll
> 4 Successes (Hits); 5 Damage; Gain (1) Turf
> Mag HP: (2/13)
> Submerged


Underneath the ink Mag could hear him ask, "why are you here?" that was quickly followed by a hail of painful ink.

Mag could hear him submerge after the strike. This wasn't going well.

> Neutral Turf: 13
> Mag Turf: 4
> Enemy Turf: 5


Once again, Mag grunted in pain, her frustration growing. The fight was taking a toll on her, definitely. And she wasn't exactly winning either.

"For the love of..." she grumbled, frustrated at the way she was wasting time with this. She tried to swim away to a safer position.

"You really want to know?" she growled at him, trying to recover, "I'm looking for someone! That good enough?!"

> 4 Successes (Hits); 5 Damage; Gain (1) Turf
> Mag splatted

Taking aim, the man said, "okay. They aren't here." Before splatting Magabelle then and there.







Magabelle woke up on the floor in her room. For the first time in her life she was thankful for her respawn stone. She’d never thought she’d ever need it. No one ever did. And yet she was here. She was alive. And she was thankful.

In her hand was the ink pistol. Today had happened. She hadn’t just imagined it.

The pistol was proof. As she held it up to examine it, she noticed two things. First, her pinky was missing. The cost of respawning. Second, well, she was starving.

At least she was home now.

It’s early evening. What now?

@Rustic

C̡̮̩͓̝͖͕á̭n̰͓͙͜ͅc̹̙hi̴̙͈̜̟͙ =̬̘̝̬̗=͉̹͔͉̰>͔ I̭̞͕͉mbi̵͖͚b̹̥͈̼̫̥e̜̻͞ ̗̫͙K̷͎̗͚̼n͉̳̩ͅo̲̥͙͖̣w͔̜͡l̵e͈͠ḑ̦̤͔͕̞ͅg͖͙͕͍̝e̠̙͙̹͖͖̱

The book calls. Canchi answerswer̟͚̞͚͇͈̲s҉̟w̛̻͇̱͚̟̯̱é̩̜̰rs͍͉

The book was open. The page was knowledge. Ink on a page. Knowledge recorded. Knowledge about many things. Knowledge about him. ...about him?

He knew it to be true. He knew what was written was truth. Deep breath. No exhale. Nothing out.

But it was everything he knew about himself. More. More than more. Everything. The page was knowledge. He was. H̹̯̬̮̭̜͜è̪̭̬͙ͅ ̴̱̩̜̬͈̬ẃ͔̮̝a̲s̫.̮͙̳͡ Ḩ̳͕͎ͅͅȩ̮̗ ̲̀ͅw̠̥̺̤ͅa͓̩͈̫s̢
Canchi.

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he Was canchi

canchi chiro

>̥̦̺ ̥L̨̰̮̭̣u͏̰̫̼̼̰͖c̯̹k̸͍̺ ̷̟̼͖̖̘̩̙R̭̪͔̫ͅR̳͕̥͞R͚̣̯̹͖͟o̱͍̭͕͓͎l̡̤͕̫l
>̤̺̺̹̥̰ͅ ̰0̡̞̮̙̙ ̞͟S͏u̷͚c҉c̦̦̪̟͔͞e͕͎s̠̠̻͡s͇̦̲̤ͅḙ̞̥͍͖̯s̙̭̯ͅ


he waS c̼̠̞̬an̳C̸̼͕̪͚͎̹͉h̜̜̘͈̟̕i͚̜?

The concept grew fainter. Who was. Who was. He was. Was he?

> ̬̭̖̹̺͕̹L̵̙̥͕͓̥̹ṳ̙͈͎c̣ck̹̭ ҉̦̜̖͓̼ͅR̢̹̪̫̬̠ó͎̺̫̩̖̝̞l̥͇̮͎͘l͇̟
̬͕͔͖>̦͡ ͉͔͇͍̗̭̮͠0͇̜ ̵̹s̮̫̫̻͈͚u͙̥̲͕͓c̵̠̣̮c̲̣e͍̼͔͈͙̥̯s͟s̢̰ẹ͚͚̰̟͖ͅs̺͚͍̥̲̬̟̀

canchI?

He knew the words. They were the truth.

There was something else. He was Canchi. He wasn't Canchi. Essence. Him. Something else. T̮̯̻͈̺͢h̜͇̰̪͈̦͝e̯̟̤̪̙̺͓͘r̷e̺ ̝͈̪ͅw͍͇̞̰̜͔͠a̛͎̯͍̤s ͕̗̪͜s͈̫͈̝̱͖̙͝o̱m̝̰̬͇̻e͏͕̥͉̯̤̪ţ͈͕̘̺̪̲h͖̙̙i̪̪͍̯̲̭̱n̼̰̜̖̭͕̩g͏ ̨̟̝̦e͙̠̱̺͓͡l҉s̬̦̻͓̼e̮͔͠ inside him.

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A word. Somewhere. Him. But not him. Essence. Essence wasn't quite right. It said so. The truth said so.

It became clear.

For a short moment he became aware of his body.
He could feel it. His. His body. Deep breath. In. Ooze out. Deep, purple ooze. Ink. His. His ink. His body.

The floor was being painted in him. He clawed at his mouth. His mouth. Not its. The floor was painted. In him.
Like the others.

he had to leave

the book commandsa̛̘̻̯̯ͅn͓͖̻̮̥̞d͉̝͍̘̤̩ͅs̛̜̦ͅ
a͏͇͙̖͖n̝̻͇͙̙d͇͔͞ͅs̖̰̩̥̫͖͞

But it̢̼̠ ̘̻͇b͙̠̙̝͜e̳̠͍c̜͈̯̬̣a̦͇͔̟m̕é̺̦̭̳̱ ͓̠̣̞͕͙c̷̹̞̮͎͎͉ͅl̵e̱̫a̟̙̻͢r̖̟̞̯̪͍͙͠.̸͎̖̗ The
truth had taught him something. He was two. He wasn't all him. There was more. Canchi was two. And the other had more. There was more in the other. So much more.

>͚̝̞̫̘̼̙̀ ̠͍̺̮͚̼͡N͓̻o̶͚̝͇̠̺̜̯w͠ ̹͙b̦̗̹̞̙͍̲e͉̪̳̖̕l̛̦̥̝i͈͚͚̺͎̖e̮͕͙̜̱v͇̫͎͕̳̤͝e̴̯̻̠̜̞s̘̩̤͉̠͚ ͍̘͠h̳̲̭̩̖̻i̴͇̬s̩̗̞ ̫͙e̯̣͕͕̙s͎̣̲̟̦͓̱s̹e͓̫͉͘n̘̙̝̜͡c̙̦͎̙͈e̱ ̦̺͕͚̯͇i͍̗͓͕̘̪̖̕s̬n̳̩̩̣̖̱'͚͓̗̺t̛͖̤̘̪ a͜ ̸p̭͚̺̰͓ͅa̡̬̬̟͍̺̹̯r͜t̪̞̘͈̤ ̯͕͈̥͙̩̠̀o̲̞̥̻̻̣f͔͈͈̠̳̰̮͢ ͙̻̯̳͓̤́hi҉͉m͍̗̗͖͙͡.̶

...

Canchi was out of the room. Back in the hallway. The door was closed. The door would not open. The door would never open for him again.

But the
truth had taught him something. There was more there within him. He could feel it now. How had he never felt it before?

The presence from before was fading.
They were alone again. Him and it.

What now?

((Have any questions? Did I misrepresent your character? Contact me via PM or Discord. Otherwise, please mind the deadline.))

Reminders:

Posts are Due: August 25th
Gm Post will be Made: August 26th


Will be Responded to in GM Post:
Do Nothing [sit back and let the story happen; useful when it would be dangerous to do things]
Talk [use on people you want to start a conversation with]
Shadow [use this to try to stealthily follow a target. I'll make rolls on whether you succeed or not]
Ink / Go To ______ [use this to travel from one place to another relatively quickly; ink if it's something specific, like a kettle, Go To if it's a general area]
Call [use on a person that you want to call (talk, but when not in the area)--or a item that has a number on it to contact someone you don't know]
Research [some topic; need to be in a library or have access to a computer--shellphones don't count]
Sleep [use this when there's nothing left you can do, logically, in the day]
Follow [use this to just keep together with a party member or let an NPC take the lead]

Will be Responded to Immediately:
Conceal [use this action on something you intend to hide on your person]
Pick Up [use this action on something you want to hold onto]
Examine/Observe [use on things that you want more details on]
Use [use on things that you intend to use in some way--please specify how you're using it]
Attack [use on people or objects you intend to hurt or break, specify any weapons you might be using]
Search For [use like examine but for things that may or may not be there]
Hide [Insert Applicable Preposition] [use to conceal oneself, usually for a short amount of time]
 
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ReedRGale

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@Aykorn and @Hesoca
Wade ==> Examine Back of Drill

> Examine Room in General (Savvy + Academics)
> Modifiers: -2 Dark, +1 Use of Flashlight
> Base Pool 6 ==> Dice Pool 5
> Successes 2


Wade decided, for good measure, to check the back of the machine. What surprised him was, on the other side, just how... organic it seemed.

With lifeless tentacles sprawled on the floor and a spongy texture, it seemed that at point it had been, unnervingly, alive. But that wasn't the only disturbing part. This tool looked much like something else... something he'd seen before...

That was it! The machine that Cato had been working with just the other day looked exactly like it. The one he'd said he'd rigged to blow! Was he... were they in the same tunnel system?

[Who do you share this information with?]

After letting Jax know, they found Max to decide what came next in the investigation.

Max ==> ...

"Well, if we want to find out more, there are two directions we can go in," Wade said. "Quite literally."

Still not talking to me, huh, kid.

"Tch, you make it sound like a hard decision." Max turned toward the tunnel. "That drill had to be comin' from somewhere, right? If we trace the path it took, we'll find where it made its start." He grinned. "I say we trace it back to its source."

Jax nodded, looking thoughtful.

> Examine Symbols (Academics + Charisma)
> Modifiers: -2 From Memory
> Base Pool 12 ==> Dice Pool 10
> Successes 5

"Greek," Jax said. "Greek is the language they're referring to. It's a dead language from the peoples who lived before us. If language references are to be believed it was a dead language even for that people.

"I can't really say anything more about it without research, but I'll have a foothold to draw off of when I do," he added. "So I agree, going down this path is probably the best option. I will note though,

"That drill was something we saw back in Octo Valley. Apparently someone had rigged it to be an explosive, so if we run into any others, it might behoove us to err on the side of caution."

The group continued down the tunnel, Jax recording the symbols. As such, the process was slow-going. None of the three had ever been in someplace this truly dark. Most tunnels had some light source, artificial or natural, beaming in to make the surroundings clear. Here, they only had their torchlight.

In the dark, sound reverberated and grew massive. Each step thundered. Each breath stormed. The beat of their hearts pumping ink throughout their bodies amplified.

Tension began to get at them... save for Jax, who continued to take notes slowly.


Step. Breath. Beat.

Step. Breath. Beat.

It seemed to go on for ages. But eventually they were interrupted. In the distance, it sounded like a soft rumble. But further in, it got louder. And further, it turned into a heavy grind of steel on stone. After the silence, it was spine-tingling to hear something so loud.

Where it was loudest was at a junction. Up until this point, the three had been heading off on a gentle curve to the left, but this side-path was a sharp turn left. Alternatively, they could avoid the noise and continue down the gentle route.

The choice seemed obvious at first, Max noting that the sound needed to be investigated, but Jax pointed out that if they continued down the initial path, they might be able to finish the pattern of symbols. Further, Wade being the first to notice it, turned off his flashlight. As he suspected, ahead, there seemed to be a light source.

So, noise or light?

@Banshee

Alga ==> Tense Confrontation

"Can we please...talk about this? They're...They're my friends. I don't-- I don't need saving..." Alga said, worriedly.

"You poor thing!" the Inkling cried out, "they really have a handle on you, don't they? To make you believe that they're your friends!" It wasn't clear how sane this Inkling was, but one thing was for sure: she was sitting on a giant mech and seemed ready to destroy Alga's Octoling friends.

Despite herself and the situation they were all in, Alga felt her eye twitch. Just a little.

"I'm not being brainwashed... I-I followed them here. They didn't do a-anything. ...Octolings and Inklings...can be friends, you know..."


"Oh really...?" The Inkling said, incredulously. "Alright then, smartypants, prove it." She folded her arms in false anticipation, waiting for some sort of response, her machine humming dangerously.

Alga swallowed, looking up at her and the dangerous contraption waiting to be let loose on all of them. It was difficult to organize her thoughts, difficult to calm herself enough and repeat the words to where she wouldn't fumble her words like she often did, but she knew if she didn't do this and do it fast they could all very well be nothing but ink piles in a few scant minutes.

She was then thankful when, speaking, her voice only trembled a little. "...What makes them so different from us? They can talk, walk, f-feel the same things... I've seen p-plenty of people who are just like them, really...

"I...I know we've always had some...bad blood. Everyone knows that. B-But, well..." She swallowed. "They're just like every other species we know. There are some bad ones and some good ones, a-and the war was a long time ago, a-anyhow. We don't n-need to keep hating each other for that, right...?" If anything, she thought, it should be the Octolings who had the right to hate Inklings. Forced underground while Inklings lived in peace with so many other species wasn't really fair...

"Just...think about it a little, please? Jumping the gun like that... Y-You would only be...perpetuating it, I think..." Her voice trailed off, and she glanced off to the side.

> Rolling for Other Inkling...
> Difficulty Set


> Rolling for Alga
> Convincing with morals: Savvy Roll
> Modifiers: Heartfelt +1
> Base Pool 6 ==> 7
> 4 Successes

The Inkling looked at her.
She just sat there in her great and terrible machine and stared.

"Okay," she said finally. Her glare didn't let up. "So let's say I give your 'friends' a chance. Let's say that I get to know them. Let's say that they don't attempt to wipe my memories like so many others. Let's just say that.

"Then, who else would have reason to make off with famous Inklings?" she accused. "Who else would be behind those disappearances that are slowly destabilizing our society? Who else would stand to gain from pulling the rug out under us? Who else would take away the Squid Sisters--!?"

> Rolling for Brutus to remain in control of his emotions...
> 0 Successes


"Ya take that back!" Brutus screamed. That terrifying visage that Alga had seen only once before returned. Brutus was enraged. "We di'n't do it!"

"Brutus, le' Puddle handle this! Stay back!" Felix was holding him back. Brutus was strong though, pulling against Felix's literal representation of self-control.


The look in Brutus’ eyes said he wanted to tear apart that machine himself. As if that would improve the situation.

"I's not fair!" Brutus growled. "I's nawt our fault!"

"...you ask me," the deranged Inkling said, through clenched teeth, "you ask me to trust that?"


She took another breath in a mixture of anxiety and something dangerously close to frustration, turning towards Brutus and speaking in a tone that she could only remember hearing when she and her grandmother were at odds. Not quite hostile, but certainly nothing to turn one's nose at either. "Please. Keep. Quiet."

Alga turned her head back towards the Inkling and sighed, looking downwards. "...L-Like I said. There are good ones...and bad ones." Another breath. "...They didn't take them. Nobody...Nobody knows where they are. A-And the Squid Sisters..." Her mind drifted to the conversation she had heard between Aelia and Lili just a day prior. She wasn't certain how well the other would take being told that the Squid Sisters of all people were friends with Octolings...

"...I-I don't know who else would run off with the Sisters. But...I know that a-anyone is capable of bad things if they t-try. Y-You don't have to be an Octoling to want to wage a war." She thought of all of those people back in the plaza, so many species milling around, each with different personalities. She remembered the way some treated others, how those who didn't fit the social order were run out or ostracized, and there was a pang in her chest.

"You don't h-have to trust them. Not completely. It's... It's okay not to. But can you at least...give them the benefit of the doubt? If..." She steeled herself. "If i-it turns out that Octolings did it, if this is just a big lie...then y-you can do whatever you want. But, until then...c-can we call a truce? P-Pointing fingers instead of looking for the Sisters won't do anything to help them..."

> Rolling for Alga
> Convincing with Intellect: Academics Roll
> Modifiers: Discresion with Knowledge +1
> Base Pool 5 ==> 6
> 3 Successes


"... I hate to admit it but you're right." The Inkling sighed. "People will start fights for no reason. Race doesn't matter there."

The Inkling looked distant. "Okay. Fine. I won't kill you. On sight anyway. But what are you doing here? This area is off-limits, even within the Octarian government.

"I'd assume that you and these... Octolings are just an example of kids going where they shouldn't. But you're all armed."

She was...well, she didn't know how she felt. Shocked, probably. The adrenaline was still running high, but there was also a cold wash of something at the words. Maybe relief. Probably.

Words were lost to her with the sudden switch in conversation, and for a minute she was left fumbling for a response, glancing over at Felix helplessly. Did she tell the truth? Would the Inkling take it the wrong way? This peace was tenuous enough as it was…

"We're a group tha' doesn' like 'ow the curren' boss runs things," Felix explained, catching Alga’s gesture. "We keep tabs on these areas to see if we can unearth this and that the uppers're tryin' to keep 'idden.

"We came 'ere to try and figure out who was rummagin' aroun' 'ere. Foun' you."

As he said that, the communicator Felix was holding began saying, in a hushed, terrified voice, "do ya copy? Felix. They got--! I tried--! but I--!"

"Calm down, Germ," Felix advised. "One thought atta time."

"They got Lili," Germana went on, panicked. "Said they was lookin' for an Inkling. I told her to hide. She didn' listen..."

"Who did the deed?" Felix asked, quickly. Surprisingly he still seemed calm.

"I dunno, some... uh," Germana struggled to take a stab, "probably the Retribution. I think. I only caught a glimpse."

"Well." Felix said, "f*ck."

"Should I care?" The Inkling in the mech said, impatiently.

"Well, the governmen' mandated primary religious cult just got ahold a' an Inklin'," Felix replied. "So ye, I mean. If you want an Inkling to stay alive. Seein' as you're all for 'em."

Brutus looked panicked. From terrifying to terrified in mere moments, his face told a story of fear.

This was not good.

Alga listened to the conversation with a growing sense of confusion and something heavy settling in her stomach. There was a numb sense of something, fear or maybe panic, beginning to rush through her veins, and her mind flipped back to the last time she had seen Lili. Perfectly safe, no impending death at the forefront of anyone's minds.

She glanced between Brutus and Felix and ground her teeth together as her hands tightened on the Aerospray in her grip. They were going to do something, right? They had to. They had to.

This wasn't supposed to be happening.

Alga was in shock, all the way back to the base. She could remember arguing. Felix and the Inkling. She rememered the Inkling, somewhere in that babble, explaining her name. Agatha. She remembered that Brutus was trying to hurry them along. That they would be meeting the Inkling at the base. She remembered Felix explaining to Agatha where to meet them.

She remembered a lot happening in a blur.

So when Felix asked, 'are you coming, Puddle?' Alga was dumbfounded. It was like someone put the brakes back on life.

Right. They were going to save Lili. They were going to save her from a cult of some sort. Or the government? She wasn't quite sure.

They were going to save Lili. Would she go? Or stay behind?
 
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Rustic

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Canada, ON
"N-NANI?" Canchi babbled aloud, holding his head as he swayed from side to side after what happened in...

Where was where? Where was he now? He remembered... an orange puddle, and some... what was it? Sisters? Yeah, sisters. He reminded himself, trying to focus after what he just saw.

Him, inside of a book. But there was two? Another was writing his life? His... 'story'? It definitely wasn't him, but he remembered Beth's explanation about the essence. Something about it being different, HIS was different. There was someone else with him, his essence was--

"Hey Squiddo!"

A different person.
Canchi's hands slowly fell down limply to his sides as he glanced around him on instinct.

What even is this place?
He wanted back into the room, just to get some answers but something really frayed his nerves at the idea of it. Canchi felt sick, now he was trying to get this other person out of him. His body was home to someone else, someone that didn't belong. It was his body. Not. Theirs.

"I want you out of my body, you... me," he said lowly. That thing didn't belong there with him, whatever had happened messed him up pretty bad and he wanted it out. So. He did the most logical thing.

Canchi stuck his hand into his mouth, but hesitated. He recoiled from it as he looked at his hand. "What if this was what it wanted that? What if it comes out of him?" He grimaced at the thought of it, as he believed it was a stupid idea to think of. But what if he could reason with it? What if It was a reasonable person?

"Uh... can you get the shell out of my head?" He asked aloud, wiping his hand on his jacket.

[Talk with the other person in my head.]
 

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Which way?

Wade quickly glanced back and forth at the branching paths. They both went somewhere, they both offered something to learn. One of these choices was clearly a safer, wiser path with a definite information pick-up and some illumination to boot. The other was-- The cacophony of mashing metal continued on.

I can't believe we're thinking of walking towards this,
Wade thought, grinning nervously at the prospect.

Something was definitely on this side, and if they could decipher what it was in the dark... it could be a lot more imminently useful then a code on the wall. Maybe straight photographic evidence. It could also be anything from another drill to a tank to a tentacle explosion wall, and they'd be walking straight into it when they could have walked right by.

Is this high risk, high reward, or plain stupid? Wade contemplated as he tried to relax the involuntary smile. Seriously, he wasn't enjoying the idea of 50% possible annihilation... not that it was for certain that's what they'd find. Whatever was in the branch-off was ...unknown... and in the dark and really powerful sounding.

This versus the end of the wall pattern and being able to see again? It was a lot more inviting.

...Hold on, why was there light? It couldn't be daylight yet. At this point it still should have been sometime in the evening. Some kind of LED set up underground?

Trying not to stray too far, Wade tried to recognize the light.

Examine: Light
 

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Wade ==> Examine: Light

> Roll for Examine (Savvy + Charismatics)
> No Modifiers
> Dice Pool 7
> 3 Successes


It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell that that light wasn't natural. Definitely an LED. Wade looked back and something clicked: this place where they were walking through had to have been lit at some point. The markings that were left on the tunnel were too clean looking to have been done without light.

Wade's mind leapt to worklights and floodlights.

And if that's the case, that means someone is here and likely working on the symbols as they considered it. If they were quiet, maybe they could get the jump on this guy and get some answers!

[Who do you share this information with?]

Then again... if there's people on the light path, if they screw up, they can let others know the tunnel has been compromised. It doesn't matter if they don't know your identities, just the fact that people might be there could put them on high alert.

It'll be easier to sneak through unnoticed and then check the light afterwards. Further, if it's dark, it's easier to sneak around.

Wade explained all this to Max and Jax, making sure to note his thoughts about costs and benefits for either route.
 
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Without a word, Max turned from Wade and to the helm of the junction, peering into the noisy distance. He couldn't believe it. After all the pettiness and gossiping with Jax, the kid had the nerve to tell him what path to take. Stealth this, undercover that. Psh, he wasn't that clever.

... and besides, it'd been his idea first. Even the part about using the noise for cover.

He stood in the darkness, fuming. It was his idea first. His. His. The thought kept ringing in his head. His. Shell, why was he so pissed off? It was his idea. It agreed. The kid was agreeing with him.

In the path beside him, the mechanical beings roared, grinding the air along with their steel. The grip on his weapon twitched. Out of habit, he twisted it along his shoulder in a rythmatic shuffle, its clinking drowned in the tunnel's reverberation.

A low sigh crawled at the back of his throat; instinctively, he swallowed it whole.

It's here, isn't it, he thought. Certainly, the signs were the same. Air that felt old and stale, shadows that fell heavy. Silent, he watched the darkness until it writhed.

...There. There it was. The moving darkness, the miasma, that corrupting force that perverted the entire underground, risen from the unyielding stench of the scum living among the depths. He could feel it, he could see it clinging to his skin, drawing up with its emaciated claws an overwhelming anger that brought his blood to bursts. It must've been carried by the sound, by those frying screeches that tore at his ears.

It's trying to corrupt you.

He sneered. All the more a reason to take it head on.

"Not bad reasoning, kid." He said, glancing over his shoulder, "Still, you sure you can handle going down there? You saw the size of that drill. Whatever's down there making all that noise... it's gonna be fryin' massive, I bet."

With a grin, he turned and sauntered down the tunnel.

"Better keep up, then. I ain't slowing down if you all stagger behind."

Go Down: Metallic Screeching Tunnel
 

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Wade gave Max a perplexed look as the vigilante started to march off. Again with all of the 'You sure you can handle yourself' cuttlecrap?

...He paused for a moment, drumming a few fingers across the bamboozler.

Y'know what? This worked. This was fine by him.

Max could take the forefront. Shell, he'd be a great distraction if anything tried to splat them. Wade could methodically snipe from the back and Max could swear at whatever hunk of metal was screeching inside there. Wade's work would be easy.

A pleased smirk came to Wade's face. Having to rely on Max, of all people, wasn't ideal, but if he could make use of random teammates, he could find the best situation here. It wasn't hard to figure that Max's aggressiveness would give him plenty of openings either. This team formation would work swimmingly whether Max wanted it to or not.

....Whether there was any sort of actual danger or not. It was probably best if whatever they found was loud, stationary, but still imcriminating, and yet...

Wade couldn't help but be a little bit excited, because if Max thought he was the kind of person to duck and hide at every little thing in front of him, then he'd be dead wrong now. The odds just needed to be workable. This he could definitely handle.

You'd better hope that drill-tank-whatever is 'frying massive', Wade thought. The metal noise was keeping him tensed up but he was feeling a burst of motivation, as he walked faster to follow Max. When you're tired of being an ink shield, my charge shots are going to be your saving grace.

Follow: Max
 

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The call was a knock on the edge of her awareness, forcing her out of her daze and into the land of the living once again. It was hard to gather just what they were doing - she hadn't been able to catch much of anything in the ensuing chaos - but when it finally slid into place just what they were going to do, she suddenly seemed almost too aware of every little thing in the area.

They were watching her. They were watching her, waiting for a decision, and she felt their eyes on her like lasers boring holes through her skin. She wants to do something, shake her head, take a step back, but the compulsion to go with the crowd keeps her rooted to the spot and her throat suddenly feels too tight to breathe through.

There isn't anyone to hide behind now. There isn't any flooder or impending danger to force her into action, no adrenaline to drown herself in. Only a trembling, heavy feeling in her body, her chest, and the sudden too-warm sting of something familiar in her eyes as she struggles to keep herself on her feet.

"...I..."

Her voice came out low, garbled, brain scrambling for words that just aren't there, and she had time only for a raspy, desperate gasp before she's squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a soft, muffled choke of a cry.

She wanted to go home.

Do Nothing
 

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...

Magabelle's arms dropped to the floor after looking over her weapon and hands, and she let out a long sigh. Splatted for the first time outside of a turf arena... it was strange. And the missing appendage was even stranger.

With a grunt, she heaved herself up from the floor, sitting up and leaning on her bed, one of the few things not in disarray in her room. She stared at the blue, egg-shaped respawn stone resting on the floor, and then picked it up to look. She didn't expect to use it at all... but what was more surprising to her numbed mind right now was why it was on the floor in the first place. The room had clearly been cleaned up since she was last here; her dad had likely been in her room while she was gone—

shoot. Speaking of her dad. With how she'd never talked to him yesterday as well as disappeared today, he was probably worried as all hell. And she was missing a finger to boot. She'd have to hope that he didn't notice when she saw him...

Magabelle twisted the egg-like respawn stone in between her fingers. Pangs of hunger began to sound in her stomach, and she forgot when she last ate. She needed food. Now.

Standing up, using her bed as support, she gently placed the respawn stone back in it's pillowed nest that her dad had created for it, which, once again, was put back, but not the stone itself, which Magabelle found strange. And as she was about to open the door, she realised she still had the pistol with her—moving back, Magabelle tossed it under her bed. Then she pulled off the bobble hat she usually donned and slipped out of the zekko hoodie, revealing a white t-shirt, then dumping both on the bed and finally leaving her bedroom.

Go To: Kitchen
 

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