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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 1
[color=00a99d][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Two, Afternoon
[color=00a99d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ragnorok to the 6th Floor of the Butter Building
[color=00a99d][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Zarkun][@ModeGone][@Leaves][@Etherean Fire]
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 676[/center]

It was finally time to dismount. Cloud once more grasped his facemask, giving it a few final adjustments for the last thing he wanted to be hit with was a bad wind, especially one lethal enough to take out an entire kingdom of soldiers. As the Ragnorok hovered in position, the hatch was dropped, the green, funky air flooding the interior of the ship. It disturbed the ex-SOLDIER how the gas was even visible. [i]He would have to take Frisk up on their offer to have Woshua or whoever clean his uniform[/i]. The Council members and Kirby bade their farewells, and the team started leaping out of the back of the ship like paratroopers. With a glove hand reaching behind his head to grasp the hilt of his sword, Cloud charged the hatch and leapt into the putrid air. His purple uniform rippled in the breeze as the yellow tiled floor rushed toward him. His boots thudded upon the ground, his legs buckling until the hand that wasn’t grasping his buster sword planted on the floor next to him—a feat that would have been impossible for the average human—and seemed to leave the warrior without injury.

Cloud rose to his feet and turned to Frisk as the team’s little leader began laying down the game plan. They began explaining their CHECK ability. Frisk could check and see if any of the bosses absorbed Mario’s soul, which Cloud was hoping wouldn’t be the case. It sounded like a situation that would make such a simple-sounding retrieval job incredibly tedious. They then requested that the heroes not cause any lethal damage. Behind his mask, Cloud wrinkled his nose a little at the idea. He didn’t know if he could promise that. Was their leader a pacifist? He hoped not. He kept his feelings about the matter to himself for if push came to shove, and then came to buster sword through the chest, then well…it would cause less of a commotion if he just did it.

The ex-SOLDIER followed the team inside as they would confront their first obstacle. The chamber wasn’t entirely unexpected. It was the Butter Building and not the Butter Castle or the Butter Dungeon, and it was neat, clean, and orderly for being a boss’s lair. Then again, the Shinra Building was similar. The sound of a rolling ball caught Cloud’s attention, and he looked in the sound’s direction to see a little creature with a jester hat creeping into the room. He appeared friendly like all the deceptively-cute beings of Dream Land. He gave the group a chilling and bold welcome for being a shrimp, and it was enough to compel Cloud to cautiously draw his buster sword. The massive six-foot blade was held aloft like a giant cleaver and didn’t seem to weigh on the blonde fighter’s posture.

Cloud momentarily looked away as Frisk immediately took action. A red heart left the seemingly-normal child’s body, and if it hadn’t been for the gas mask on his face, Cloud would have been frowning curiously at them. There were also some strange words that appeared before them ACT, and then CHECK. Ah, the check ability thing. Cloud was thankful to have the bear and bird around after seeing Banjo take a defensive position in front of Frisk. The mercenary didn’t know how strong Frisk was but with Banjo choosing to be the defense, it gave him less to worry about. The other soldier started laying down suppressive fire, her weapon reminding him of Barret, even though it hadn’t been the same design. Barret had always been the gunner. It was nostalgic. Cloud remained steadfast until their leader was finished.

The entire group would then receive a radio transmission that alerted them of two new arrivals in the process of dropping in. They just needed their coordinates. Cloud raised a finger to the comm in his ear since everyone else seemed preoccupied and reported up to Guile: [color=00a99d][b]“We just received a transmission. There are two more heroes inbound and HQ is requesting coordinates.”[/b][/color]