[center][h1][i]WHISPER[/i][/h1][/center]

The thief wasn't entirely oblivious to the happenings around him. He could feel the presence of other people, or rather... sentient beings arriving around him. Girl with a floating pillar, big bug thing, cat girl... The rest of his crew he assumed. The boy, however, was far too lazy to get up and start making introductions to everyone, even more so after he found this cozy spot to rest at. They would eventually meet up at some point or the other, so he was not too worried on this matter. Now was the time for some minutes of a long deserved rest. His eyes started to close behind his mask almost immediately as Whisper came to that decision, as if he trained himself to sleep on command, and his consciousness slowly drifted away into the land where he reigned supreme.

[color=BC8F8F][i]Now, where did I last left off?[/i][/color]

His wishes didn't come to pass, though, as the thief very distinctly felt the ground tremble beneath him. With alarm, he sat up, dissatisfied with being interrupted in the middle of his slumber. However, he very soon noticed the peculiar silence that settled itself on the ruins as the bird-things around him stopped chirping out of nowhere. Whisper started getting up to investigate the matter until he heard a sound that made him stop mid-action. A roar.

[color=BC8F8F][i]Huh? From below?[/i][/color]

A distinct sense of fear spread from the very pit of his stomach, as cold sweat drenched his back for apparently no reason. From all his years stealing and risking his life against deadly folk while doing it, Whisper had developed a very keen sense of danger that warned him when he should run away from somewhere or something immediately. Some might have called him paranoid and craven for always acting on this impulse, but the thief thought the words smart and alive were more suitable instead. With no delay, he made to get up again and find somewhere to hide, before the ruins shuddered once more and he proceeded to unceremoniously fall off the broken pillar and into his back on the ground below with a thud, his leather bag absorbing most of the impact. It was then that he heard the panicked voice.

[color=BC8F8F][i]Put it back?... Oh crap.[/i][/color]

He barely had the time to reorganize his thoughts before the roar came again. Not the low sound, but instead one so loud that made him want to cover his ears almost instinctively. Pieces of the already dilapidated ruin started to fall off around him, and the thief wasted no time before getting up and running with urgency to take cover. After moving to a more safe and open area, Whisper finally took the time to look back, and for sure, he almost wished he hadn't stopped running. A monster, a big one too, appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the air on the other end of the ruins. Big as a description did not do its size credit, though. Gargantuan sounded far more appropriate. It was one of the biggest creatures the thief had ever seen in his life and he would have been just fine with not partaking in the experience, much more so when the monster in question was in a berserk state and keen on destroying everything around it.

The boy didn't have much time to ponder on his bad luck, though, as pieces of debris flew through the air and started falling around him, scattering dust everywhere. He quickly put himself into a run once again, trying to go as far away from the ruin as possible, while keeping attention to the falling stone and metal, dodging many of them by a hair's breadth but still with seemingly enough foresight and skill to never be hit by anything. It was then, in his moment of deeply fearing for his life that he remembered what the hidden figure had said before all hell broke loose. The radio of course! All he had to do was turn it back on and perhaps the creature would stop doing what it was doing.

Having come up with a solution to his current predicament, Whisper slung the bag over from his shoulder and fumbled around it in search of the electronic device. It didn't take him more than 5 seconds to find it and pull it out, even while running for his life. With relief, the thief looked at the radio and was just about to turn it on when he noticed that something was wrong with how it currently looked. Taking another glance at his bag, he noticed a dripping liquid as well as a wet spot that had formed around the bottom of it. He screamed in frustration.

[color=BC8F8F][i]The bioplasm battery! The casing is shattered... Why did you have to make it glass out of all things?![/i][/color]

[color=BC8F8F]"I need another battery!"[/color] Whisper screamed at the top of his lungs in his robotic voice hoping to be heard by someone over the sound of falling debris. [color=BC8F8F]"Something that can hold electricity! Anything!"[/color]