[h1]Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B[/h1]

Black Rock Shooter took another step, and was now walking quickly towards the immense drill. As she walked, and as Suwako and the soldier came too, she realized that as she walked the strange creatures were crumbling away, collapsing into the same ashes produced when they died. It was as if they were simply no longer of any use, and as such were ceasing to exist. The otherself did not truly understand precisely what purpose it was, or why they would be pointing at this... 'S.E' drill. What did S.E mean, exactly? The black-haired girl had no idea. As she approached the drill, she saw a somewhat disconcerting sight. Crimson blood had splattered on the sand, and on the side of the drill, along with a strange blue blood. The drill was no longer turning, to be certain.

"..."

Her feet crunching on the sand, Black Rock Shooter approached the very edge of the hole the drill had made. She could see a makeshift lift had been constructed, to ferry people down into the darkness.

Anyone so inclined would feel some sort of power from the depths of the pit. Something was down there, and it was radiating power. Even the otherself could feel it, at the edge of the pit. The air felt somehow heavy.

[h1]???, Research Facility[/h1]

The white-haired girl attempted to backpedal when Cinder moved for a close-range attack. However, she quickly found herself not only surrounded by the tiny syringe-wielding creatures, but the floor was incredibly sticking and slippery. Digging her feet in, the girl tossed her pistol to her right hand, the organic one, and snapped her prosthetic up. When the blades hit, her body rocked, but she stayed fast, just barely. The blades bit into the outer casing for the limb, and yet did not cut it. It was definitely made of durable material, though certainly not impossible to damage.