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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Belly
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color] 889(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Ms. Fortune, Geralt, Sakura, Blazermate
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Mirage was ready to push Nadia down on her one-way trip to freedom, but as she was, became distracted as voices began to distract them, peeking down to see Geralt in his small form, he offered a quick OK hand signal. [color=DEBA42]"One ladder, comin' up!"[/color] Soon after these words left his mouth, there came numerous pops from the Dart Gun as Mirage shot the tiny non-witcher his own personal climbing platforms to get on top. He figured if the guy had a plan, they could pull it off while Nadia was on her way to the other side. This was perfect, actually, meaning there was no call for self-sacrifice afterall! He really hadn't wanted to rot up here, so that was a huge weight off his mind.

While trying to ready the tire again, a second voice caught his ear. Peeking down again, he noticed Sakura way down below. He would have offered her a ladder up, but she made it clear she preferred her two pillows. Which he respected, honestly, offering a thumbs' up in response to her long-distance high fives. [color=DEBA42]"Be safe! We'll be at that vent in no time!"[/color] He declared confidently, figuring there were plans galore to solve this now. Finally, Mirage and Nadia were able to continue their plan. She loaded in with her equipment, and after discussing the target, he gave her a nod of confirmation before taking aim.

Shoving the tire down the hill, he watched anxiously for a moment to ensure she was rolling the right way, before turning to continue his plan. Swapping to his sling, he pulled a perfume bottle out of his pocket and loaded it. Quickly, he went between launching bottles, the shatters ringing out in the area behind them... With a lack of results, as things started getting real loud real fast. Anxiety hitting him like a truck, he panicked and ran past Geralt to look out at Nadia, noticing how she was rolling. [color=DEBA42]"Come on, come on, come on...!"[/color] His fingernails were scratching against his scalp as the tire fell in a dangerzone. His first instinct out of guilt was to try and rush there, but he was quick to realize he had no quick way down. His heart calmed somewhat as he noticed a figure pulling Nadia out and onto a safe platform; That little turtle dude! A sigh of relief came from the boy as he wiped his brow, looking back at Geralt with a shifty smile [color=DEBA42]"Ahah, she made it farther, she's okay!"[/color] He called, excited, a slight desperation hitting him as he hit the boy with a question: [color=DEBA42]"So how are [i]we[/i] gettin' over there? You had a plan, righ--"[/color]

Things began to shake really bad. With Bongo Bongo beginning his rampage, the gogglehead panicked as their mountain became unstable, and things began to slide downwards, including the door they both were standing on. Arms spreading with quick thinking, he grabbed hold of the manual window opening handle and Geralt, trying to keep them steady as they slid downwards, finally coming to an abrupt stop that snapped Mirage forward, hands losing their grip as he tumbled down, finding this fall to be broken by a box of sorts. Looking down, he realized something was spilling out of it: Streamers! Kind of like the stuff he and Nadia used earlier. Oh, yeah! That's the rope he needed! [color=DEBA42]"Dunno who the heck Leon is, but I owe him big time."[/color] He commented, gathering up as much of the makeshift rope as he could by looping it around one of his shoulders, before regrouping with Geralt to overlook the situation.

Bongo Bongo was angry, and slamming his hands down hard. Those shockwaves began to shake their platform, and luckily everything didn't fall at that moment. But his thoughts went to those at the ground level: And how much trouble they'd be in. Nuts, there had to be a way for him to help, right? Though, the last time he tried, he nearly got Nadia swallowed into the floor. This doubt was distracted by Blazermate's appearance, and a sudden offer to throw both him and Geralt. He wasn't sure what the Witcher would do, but he suddenly saw an opportunity as he looked back at the exit the beast was defending. His darts couldn't stop the shockwaves themselves, but maybe if he could hit the source and distract him a bit, people could get to safety...

He put his goggles over his eyes, swapping his sling for the Dart Gun as he nodded at the Medabot. [color=DEBA42]"I'll go first."[/color] He stated, and was surprised how willing and eager Blazermate was to just grip him, lift, and toss. Flying through the air, Mirage couldn't help but grin, the feeling of being in the air reminding him of skydives into the Apex Arenas. Gripping his Dart Gun, he did his best to aim towards Bongo Bongo, who became an easier the farther Mirage soared, an assortment of pops ringing out as he sent all three platforms towards the monster, hoping for one to hit and maybe disrupt him long enough for the others to get onto safer grounds.

Speaking of safe, Mirage was still falling, and as he began to dip and lose altitude, he looked down praying he wasn't about to dive face-first into a table and splatter himself like a housefly.