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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Belly
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color] 1,140(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Making a choice for Ms. Fortune.
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Mirage blinked, eyeing Nadia up above. Oh, good. She seemed to land safe enough, so that was one less concern. She asked about his health, actually, and all he offered for the moment was a thumb in the air, still taking heavier breaths to try and recover from his dangerous venture. Slowly he sat up however, rubbing his eyes. [color=DEBA42]"They keep making that thing lash out and we'll have an ava[i]glance[/i] on our hands."[/color] He complained, but figured folks were doing their best. He hoped everyone was safe; And that Geralt had taken the darts and got himself and Blazermate out of their predicament. Because he needed the Dart Gun now, as there was still a trek for him to personally make.

Figuring traveling in a pair wasn't a terrible idea (unless Nadia decided to try and go airborne again) Mirage used his dart gun to plop some platforms onto the TV screen. It seemed no matter how close or far, whatever it hit wouldn't get damaged. He thought it would at least damage the screen a little, but nope. He ascended the TV, peeking behind him as he climbed with a small prayer he wasn't spotted. Scrambling on top, her plan seemed solid enough. They had to keep moving, as much as sitting still in a safe position felt good.

Their teamwork proved essential, from traversing the picture to extracting the rug. However, he raised an eyebrow at her warnings, before peering down at the pit she described. Swallowing hard, he chuckled. [color=DEBA42]"I'm sure it's nothing but sugar and gumdrops. But let's not find out."[/color] He commented, perking up at the suggestion to make a platform for them to jump to. He felt a bit of concern as she climbed the streamers, but they seemed sturdy enough... As the makeshift rope was offered to him, Mirage remembered he had already established dominance as the King of Swing back at the Luma Pools. He knew a monkey, too. Add that all up with him being a good shot, and that meant this was going to work out! He raised a hand as he began to point out his skill: [color=DEBA42]"Think? I don't [i]think--[/i]"[/color] Index finger bending as he realized what he said, he shook his head. [color=DEBA42]"I mean, I get paid for my shots, especially when they hit, so you know, I'm pretty good."[/color] 

Realizing he didn't make it much better, he embraced his inner ape and took a running start before leaving solid ground for the swing. One hand clenched on the streamer as the other wielded the Dart Gun, the gogglehead making laps as he spun to land three consecutive shots to give them a bit of landing room. As he came back from the last lap, he jumped back onto the dresser, stumbling a bit and almost falling into an empty drawer space. The dizzy young man followed Nadia's way and got onto the rug, having a moment to thankfully recover before they were sent off to their potential sliding doom.

With clenched teeth, he took the leap before they ended up diving into the pit. Behind Nadia, he bounced off the little platforms and hopelessly flapped his arms in hope he had a Spirit that helped him fly, but instead crashed into a bed full of dog hair. As he lifted himself up, he seemed to momentarily get his facial hair back in dog-hair form, before he coughed and it flew away, scattering back onto the bed. [color=DEBA42]"Man, I hope hair is all that's in this thing."[/color] He spoke in a soft, but concerned tone as he tried to recover from both the near-death leap they took and the dog hair.

However, he didn't seem to mind as much when he noticed things getting brighter. Not having a hiding mechanism, Mirage instead scrambled over the side of the dog bed and hid behind it, hands over his face trying not to cough or sneeze. As the light passed, he climbed back in, rejoining Nadia as he watched the searchlight go into the distance, and back towards the others. Thankfully, they could continue their climb up a rather interesting mountain: One of mechanical parts, which made Mirage smile. Although he couldn't put a lot together without tools, so his options were pretty crippled. As they made it to the top, Mirage was distraught with the sight before them. Damn, no furniture. No easy routes down... He felt a sense of dread chill his spine, up until Nadia kicked a tire in frustration, breaking something and alerting the monster. Mirage jumped behind a junior booster seat to hide, peeking out after a few moments to find Nadia's enthusiasm also draining quickly.

[color=DEBA42]"It's okay, I'm [i]tire[/i]d of this too."[/color] He said, small emphasis to try and make a joke that'd amuse her as he began to think. His mind raced, though only a few things came to mind, and a lot of them were... Not cooperative efforts, in a sense. His eyes met with the area the beast had smashed after Nadia kicked that tire. The pot smashing was what alerted it, not the tire itself, so maybe it was quiet enough. He scanned the terrain, the scrap of the mountain as everything beyond it was lava zone. He noticed, part way down the mountain, there was a car door. It sorta stuck out in such a way it resembled a ramp. His view shifted to a tire up next to them, then to the ramp. Then back at the tire.

[color=DEBA42]"I have an idea,"[/color] He spoke up, scuttling over to a tire. It seemed big enough for her to fit into, yeah. He gave it a few pats, the dirty tire darkening the bright skin of his palm. [color=DEBA42]"There's a door down there, kinda looks like a ramp. If I send you down there in a tire, you could fly off of it and soar across the rest of the junk to get to the vent."[/color] His suggestion had a very major problems, some he'd overlook, but one he'd address: [color=DEBA42]"And yeah, it'll be loud, but I have a lot of glass up here. I can launch some of it back into the area we came from and it'll distract him from you rolling across."[/color]

The big issue was that... If he rolled Nadia across, who would roll him? Well, it was something Nadia might've thought of more than he did, as he wasn't quite sure if trying to aim himself would yield good results. He'd have to think a bit more, find something else. But he wanted to make sure one of them made it, at least. To distract from the idea of him being left behind, he offered a slight joke as he urged her to make a decision:

[color=DEBA42]"We should be [i]wheely[/i] quick about this, before we have to hide from another patrol."[/color]