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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Belly > Room Of Reprieve? 
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Mirage was right to look down at his landing zone, as it turned out he wasn't making it to the couch. Not as worried about noise now, he screamed as he plopped into the shoes, momentarily getting his head stuck in a sock, struggling to escape but Geralt's landing helped pop him out, face almost green from the smell of the footwear he had landed in. He eyed the couch, still a short distance away, before being launched again by Bongo Bongo's quakes, his attack proving ineffective, unfortunately. As he landed, he looked down and realized the situation they were in. After what he'd seen with Nadia, he easily put together the urgency of their situation and grabbed his wingman Geralt before yanking him along, making it clear that: [color=DEBA42]"We gotta get up before we get pulled under!"[/color]

He clenched his teeth, head shifting to get a look behind them and in front, trying to figure out a plan as he trudged through the junk, in a slow and clumsy manner due to not having much for footing. Everything he stepped on sank and triggered the monster, and his breathing became more and more uneasy as he felt like this was it. However, Nadia's voice broke him out of it as he realized the streamer he had could possibly save their lives. With no hesitation, he released Geralt to take his makeshift rope from it's place around his arm, before tossing it towards the tiny feral. Thrusting an arm back he urged for Geralt to grab on, not wanting to waste even a second given they were sinking. His panic came back as they seemed to not be moving immediately, the boy wondering what was going on until he saw a fan soar overhead, flying back and slicing through Bongo Bongo. [color=DEBA42]"Oh yeah! How'd ya like--"[/color] To his horror, it was still moving despite the damage, causing the moment of happiness to quickly end as he lightly tugged on the rope and shouted: [color=DEBA42]"[i]Get us out get us out get us ouuuuuuuut!"[/i][/color]

His feet scrambled as they began pulling. Feet pressing against the cushion, he tried to scale up as fast as he could, knowing things were getting sour quick. On a safe zone again, he couldn't keep himself from offering a kiss to the couch for it's service. It seemed there was no time to rest, however, as Nadia urged for them to get going. Eyeing the vent, Mirage pulled whatever strength he had in reserve, gripped his streamer, and ran up to her fan, jumping in and letting out a [color=DEBA42]"Woo!"[/color] As he soared into the air before planting some darts to give a bit more of a landing zone for the vent.

He felt like his heart was going to hop out of his throat, hands caressing the cold vent as he saw everyone come up, one by one. [color=DEBA42]"Crap, she can't blast herself up!"[/color] Mirage realized, running over with streamer in hand as he peered over the edge. Urging the others to grab hold, he dipped it down to try and fish Nadia up, which happened just in time thankfully due to quick thinking with her fan. With their last teammate recovered, he was quick to start running despite the aching his body felt. He wasn't interested in ever seeing that room, or those creatures, ever again.

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It had been dark, and aside from the steps of those within the vent and their heavy breathes, pretty quiet. Mirage was half glad to be out of the vents, but also scared of what could be around in this next room. Things seemed simple enough, thankfully, and nothing jumped at them so perhaps they had a moment to rest. Pulling his goggles up onto his forehead, he dropped into a sitting position, trying to catch his breath. Everything hurt, he felt like he'd been run over, or something. This little body wasn't meant to be exerted so much, and he was regretting the amount of physical activity he chose to partake in.

His stomach felt a particular pain. Earlier he'd felt like he'd been stuffed with a glorious porkchop dinner, but now it was like it had been torn right out of his gut. His arms wrapped around his waist as the hunger pains added to the suffering. the boy feeling like he'd not like the reason this feeling suddenly came over him. [color=DEBA42]"There's magic making us hungry now?"[/color] He questioned, staring at Nadia with a tired expression. Slowly, his view went to the floor, confirmation that he indeed did not like the reasoning behind his hunger. [color=DEBA42]"Man, this [i]hull[/i] place just sucks."[/color]

Deciding to try and find a positive, Mirage allowed himself to fall onto his back, arms outstretched. Everything was dark, they were hurting, there was no certainty that something wouldn't pop out and try to eat them within a moments notice. [color=DEBA42]"Look at the bright side, guys: We're alive!"[/color] [i]What a good positive to point out, Elliot, captain of the Obvious...[/i]