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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Belly
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color] 1,135(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Helping Geralt and Blazermate and traversing towards Ms. Fortune! 
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Mirage was actually having a little fun now, target practicing with his sling and traversing through the path carved out by large furniture. Thinner items had stabbed through the junk piles like spears, leaving him with some weird decisions to make about traversing. He wasn't exactly good at walking on tightropes (Not that he ever tried, he's an eternal clutz at heart) but with some well-placed platforms, surely this wouldn't be too bad, right? He was about to start on his fun traversal journey, but quickly got interrupted by noticing some folks [i]soaring[/i] along, trying to cut over all the heavy footwork. [color=DEBA42]"Flying is [i]cheating.[/i]"[/color] He muttered to himself, hiding his jealously of the amazing idea.

Which quickly subsided as some sort of light seemed to detect their presence in the air, followed by something trying to snatch them. He held back a yelp, crouching down and watching the horrific situation take place. Geralt and Blazermate were somewhat safe, but his main concern was with Nadia landing in a sudden and very high place; Eyes watching the scan light as he kept still enough that he almost felt as if his heart was going to stop from a lack of breath. It seemed content that Nadia was gone, and as the light shifted back towards the bookshelf, Mirage made sure to keep himself down and away from that light. That was another worry, though, if that light was coming to find them, then they might need help-- But if he shot a dart now, it'd probably alert the creature. He needed a solution-- Or a distraction!

The sudden noise took him by surprise, the impact of the hand shaking the whole room, it felt like. But it was a perfect distraction, further proven by Geralt's signaling from the bookshelf. Scanning the area, he picked up on the message thanks to his motions, raising his dart gun to try and provide some assistance before it was too late. As the monster threw a tantrum of sorts, Mirage focused his aim. He popped two darts, the projectiles flying over to Geralt and Blazermate's location and landing the darts along the 'wall', one high enough from the other to provide a good upward boost. He figured if they worked together they'd get up just fine.

At that point, Mirage was in a bit of a pickle. With how the gun worked, if he fired more than one dart, than Geralt and Blazermate's platforms would disappear. Breathing heavily from the shock of the monster finishing it's junk-smashing tantrum to resume it's search, he had one safety net and that was it. [color=DEBA42]"I guess someone as good as me needs a handicap,"[/color] He said to himself as a bit of motivation, as he began to slowly progress towards all the thin, definitely very welcoming platforms. 

[color=DEBA42][i]'Make too much noise, I die. Step in the junk, I die. This is [b]great.[/b]'[/i][/color] He found himself a little cynical and irritated; Perhaps a way to cope with fear since the humor wasn't doing enough. Regardless, he'd have to make it across the thin path before him, which was a bit nerve wracking, but alright. Here goes nothing.

A quick scan to make sure the light wasn't near him and he was off: Gritting his teeth as he nervously began to step along 'staircase' of flags and lamps, with notable gaps between them. With the dart gun, he'd be able to just fill the gaps, but now? He was traveling quick to keep momentum and tried to not stay on one piece of terrain for long. Until, suddenly, an end to his path appeared, causing him to almost fall straight off into the junk depths below. Shaking and ready to yell in panic, he quickly fired the dart gun and made himself enough footing that would allow him to just stand for a moment, panting from the heart attack he was on the verge of at this point. [color=DEBA42]"Dang... That's gone."[/color] He said solemnly, noting he used his only dart. He couldn't get a clear sight of Geralt, so he had no way of knowing if their climb had worked out. Chest moving with his breaths, he scanned for a way forward, noticing something dangerous but possibly his only option. 

Tucking his dart gun away, he pulled out his sling. Putting the two ends together, he gripped the handles and torn ends of the elastic exercise band he cut earlier, giving them a pull to make sure they were solid. His eyes peered at a flag pole that was pointed more downwards, but still in his desired direction. And at the end, a thin cabinet poking out of the junk he could plant his feet on. In a very nervous manner, he lowered himself in a very slow and careful manner, bringing his feet down onto the upside-down base of a lamp directly below the flag pole, which was a huge standing relief for him. He brought the bands around the top of the pole before gripping them again, staring at his destination with fear in his eyes. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. And if he didn't get over there, then at best he'd live out his days here. Alone. Because he refused to accept anyone else not making it out, so he [i]had[/i] to, damn it!

Getting a running start, Mirage let out multiple fearful swears as he traversed down the pole, keeping atop thanks to his sling. The material of the band made things awkward but the force he started with helped him propel the full length of the pole, hands tightening as he reached the end, feet kicking the junk pile but not making it budge at all, as he dangled trying to position himself for a landing. [color=DEBA42]"I think I just shaved a few years off my life."[/color] He commented to himself, now having to go up again. 

Feet meeting bars, the tiny bamboozler pulled himself up with a heavy gasp, his body having exerted itself to get across without his darts. He plopped down onto the flat surface of a tv-stand, groaning as he weakly looked up, seeing Nadia's parachute. He wasn't sure what condition she was in, but maybe the parachute was in good enough shape to float her down here. He didn't see anything soft to break a landing in his immediate vicinity, so he instead just stayed down for the moment, catching his breath as he laid on his back, keeping an eye on Nadia. He would've asked if she was okay, but she was still a bit of a ways up from his perspective, and that monster didn't react well to much noise before. He'd simply hope his breaths weren't too much, and that it was more distracted elsewhere so he'd not have to move for a few more minutes...