Mia // Mirage
LOCALE // Dungeon Outskirts
TIME // Afternoon
“Now that’s a question I can get behind. When are we going to stop wasting time and get to it? T’would be nice.”
A young woman known as Rael stated. "Here here!"
the southern sweetheart agreed. Though her DROX affiliated soul found little to no pleasure in fighting creatures and scouring dungeons; it was better than sitting around and doing nothing. People still introduced themselves as Mirage followed along with everyone. She was very intuitive that way. The crease in the corners of her eyes as a small smile formed on her lips. "I see you've met the resident assface. He's lucky it's a /nice/ ass, or I wouldn't put up with him."
The girl laughed, nodding her head. "I barely know him, but I can tell he's an assface. It's great to meet others who are less ...assfaced."
She returned the handshake, her slender fingers wrapping around Elian's as she gave a gentle but firm shake of appreciation. Keeping everyone alive was a very important task, and Mirage was going to make sure she was in good standing with their group's dedicated healer. Her eyes looked over to the man Elian referred to as 'Goggles'. Handsome, but surely all the handsome ones were ones to look out for. "He wouldn't stand a chance."
Mirage teased, as she shifted the weight of her hips and adjusted her bow across her back, watching as Elian lowered their flag.
Elian gave quite the speech, which was not expected. Mirage nodded, not objecting to any of the rules set for their group, the motley crew began their walk. As the sun began to reach it's peak in Pariah, Mirage couldn't help but take notice in the beauty of detail that was held in this world. The way the fauna molded across the land and small creatures could be seen dashing to and fro from time to time. Their walk had been dreadfully non eventful in the scheme of things. Mirage kept tabs of every movement as they walked, and she found absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
Rael said what everyone was thinking, and Graves of course was first to respond loudly
. "Even traps have traces."
Mirage said, noting that even the sneakiest of creatures in Pariah that she had come across had some sort of signal to their traps; whether it be a certain marking on the ground or a scrape across a tree. Both in which there were none. She shook her head at the large buffoon once more. Why had she been so easily intrigued by him? She could have left him in the bustling city but here she was risking her life for him, and the few others in their party.
She took an arrow from her quiver, letting the shaft slide through her fingers readying it. She found herself more towards the back middle, as the tanks surrounded them. "I personally like it up the ass with or without surprise. But you knew that Graves. Your aim has been getting rusty since the incident. You'd think with a dick your size you'd be able to find the right hole every once in awhile."
she spoke, a devious grin ingrained in her jawline. Mirage knew if she was going to die today it was going to be within minutes of a smart ass comment slipping from her lips. Worst case scenario, she'd get the tank's blood boiling just enough to kill some of the monsters that lingered in this dungeon ahead of them.