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Location: Mosquito Hell
Interactions: The Team
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[i]SMACK![/i]

[color=teal]"That's the tenth goddamn one in the last five minutes!"[/color] Vincent grumbled as he rubbed the crushed corpse of the latest mosquito against his pant leg. [color=teal]"How anyone can live with these buzzing vampires is beyond me."[/color] Sure, he knew he could cover himself in steel or even use his carbon armor, but the former sounded [i]stifling[/i] and keeping up the latter for an extended period of time was too tiring. If it was only for five, ten, maybe even fifteen minutes, it would be no problem, but they had been in the swamps for [i]hours,[/i] all thanks to the plants hounding Daphne like an army of excited kindergartners. Every time they made a wrong turn, doubled back, went in circles, or another mosquito decided Vincent's veins were an all-you-can-eat buffet, he felt his irritation rising higher and higher. He knew it wasn't Daphne's fault, but if they passed by that same rotting tree a seventh time, he was going to lose it.

Finally, Daphne steered the boat toward "dry" land and Vincent all but jumped to his feet. Hearing Zach comment on the chemicals in the water, Vincent replied, [color=teal]"If I could trade these damn mosquitoes for being a mutant, I'd fucking drink--"[/color] He was cut off by a sudden, almost violent coughing fit as a mosquito practically dive-bombed the back of his throat. Unclipping his water bottle from his belt, he swallowed a few mouthfuls, replaced the bottle, then closed his eyes and breathed. Between the humidity, the mosquitoes, and being lost for so long, he knew he was close to blowing his top, so he fell back on one of the first lessons the Old Man taught him: to control his anger. To use it and not let it use him.

Once he had calmed down, he listened to Viktor, then Cora as she offered to scout by herself. [color=teal]"Rain's got the right idea. If we're gonna do any scouting, it's best that we have more than one set of eyes up there, especially given how unnecessarily big these swamps are."[/color] He unfurled his wings and gave them a single flap before adding, [color=teal]"That good with you, Nymph?"[/color]