[center][img]https://i.gifer.com/2r5w.gif[/img] Level 6: -1/60 Location: The Maw: The Depths Word Count: 455 Points Gained: 1 New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 00/60 [/center] Mirage was messing around with the device, trying to figure out how to get it working. Kasugano was by his side, just...in case. Something happened. Maybe she could make herself useful somehow. The boy engineer gave her some encouraging words that reflected his somewhat limited perspective. Sakura looked at Mirage, giving him a not very encouraging thumbs up. [color=f49ac2]"Oh, yeah, no, I get it. Don't worry about me. I'm focused. Just like you guys. We gotta get movin', so..."[/color] She said. [color=f49ac2]"Nothin' to be done, now."[/color] It would be pretty hard to believe that after such an outburst, Sakura had gotten over what happened with Mister Carl so quickly. Because, of course, she hadn't. It was an easy deception to see through. But she was making the choice to bury it, bury it deep down; Going back, perhaps, on her advice she had given the others earlier on Shipyy. After the battle. Maybe because it was one thing to witness someone die in a big battle- another entirely to be responsible for it. As much as she wanted to blame it all on Galeem, to focus the bad feelings inside her on the bad thing, she just couldn't get there. She offered him the Heart. Carl took it. Carl's gone. Just some random guy, and she got him killed. And Sakura was not a vengeful person. But maybe if she pretended she was, she could make it through this without being a burden. Nadia began to climb up to get a better look at the submarine. [color=f49ac2]"Careful."[/color] She called out after her friend flatly. At that point Mirage made some kind of breakthrough in discovering what this device was for. It seemed like some kind of remote controller. Like a VR headset or something, if this was a sci-fi movie or a gimmicky arcade. There was a loud bang from the room they had just been in. [color=f49ac2]"Let me check it out."[/color] She hopped down and made her way back in, peaking into the room. The robot that had been Mister Carl was...moving? Mirage wanted to get the conveyor belt working. Sakura's eyes went wide, her brows furrowing for a moment as she considered everything. What this all meant. [color=f49ac2]"It's a conveyor belt, Mister Geralt."[/color] She explained. The brunette scratched her head. [color=f49ac2]"Ooh. I get it."[/color] She said, nodding slowly. As she walked she made her way over to a railing. [color=f49ac2] "Right. So it might be a good thing I did what I did after all. That way we can remote control Carl's corpse and use him as a scout or even bait for a sea monster waiting below. Perfect! All's well that ends well."[/color] And then she leaned over and retched into the water below. Not a lot came out. [center][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/ObfXRuxb6cIycBndF6yb4wfoMPCaSkClHh6nJ7k7w1E/%3Fcb%3D20190315052123/https/static.wikia.nocookie.net/control6745/images/f/fe/Pyramid2.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/340[/img] Level 2: 04/20 Word Count: 570 Location: Al Mamoon Points Gained: 1 + 23 New EXP Balance--- Level 2: 08/30[/center] Jesse Faden ended up following the Phantom Thieves to their next destination. She still had questions. The Director needed answers about the Resonance. [i](What is the metaverse? What [b]exactly[/b] is going on? Where [b]am[/b] I? Or rather, where is Al Mamoon?)[/i] Jesse thought to Polaris. The guardian angel could offer no response, only a shimmering sign around the group's head. The Phantom Thieves and Primrose. Both Polaris and Jesse's intution told them that these people would lead them to answers. There was a joke Jesse wasn't in on. Joker mentioned earlier the only way Jesse could escape it was by her getting beaten up? [i](Wouldn't be the first time I've but my body on the line for science.) [/i] She thought. [i](Hmm. That's a good one. I should say that out loud at some point.)[/i] Jesse looked at Primrose, who made her offer. "Yeah, I'm sticking around." She replied simply. Wasn't much else to say. Then the dancer gave her something of a low-down on the situation in Al Mamoon. "I had heard a little about it, but I wasn't really paying it too much mind. I figured it wasn't my place. So far the only power struggle I've ever interfered with was the one where I violently took control over the entire place." She admitted casually. "So, y'know. I'll leave that kind of thing to other people." Once they were in the hospital, they had to wait a bit. The teens elected to nap, but Jesse rarely slept at night, let alone in the middle of the day. It probably wasn't good for her, but...she didn't feel tired often. Hmm. Once the nurse came out, Jesse nodded appreciatively at the Phantom Thieves' little hero shtick. "Cute," she said to Joker, once they were out of earshot of the nurse. The living space ship, Necronomicon, returned. The Director rolled her shoulder as she listened. Grimleal versus the Resistance. [i](Ugh. Politics.) [/i]If she was going to be doing anything good, she'd rather it be something cut and dry. Like going back in that Museum and blasting that painting guy to pieces and then selling him at exorbitantly marked up prices. Fortunately it seemed things were a lot simpler. They arrived at the aftermath of a battle. Jesse could tell that one half of the engagement were like Primrose and the Thieves: something about them was different. The Director saw a demonstration, some kind of pink heart getting pulled out. Hadn't she seen something earlier with the artist, at the museum? There was mention of a curse of a false god. Sounded like a Resonance? Jesse slapped Primrose's shoulder with the back of her hand. "There. That. What was that?" She pointed at Mao and Klee. "That was something. Those people had the stuffing kicked out of them and now they're all better. Just like Yusuke. And they [i]get[/i] something, too. Shit. I'm so close." Jesse shook her head. Primrose had to play damage control with some weird angry kid with a name that sounded like a cat throwing up a furball. Laharl? Him and some other scrappy little guy named Mao. Jesse would keep her comments to herself, however. It was a little embarassing to admit this to herself but now at least one of them new the truth of their situation. Galeem? Did that have something to do with it? This whole bunch the Thieves had come across was...eclectic. Jesse took them all in a few moments at a time. From the Bablyonian leader of the Grimleal to the hulking mechanical one-man band, to the floating elf looking thing to the...well, she would be here all day. She'd just have to get properly introduced to everyone over time. There was a grumpy Fox man that seemed to be in charge. He was easily annoyed by the two 'evil' kids little maniacal laughter. Personally, Jesse found it all quite endearing. "Name's Jesse Faden, by the way." Jesse tossed out a casual introduction. She could always re-introduce herself later. "I have a gun and I can throw big rocks. Where do you want me?" After a moment of deliberation she felt she would stick with Joker, if nothing but familiarity's sake. Normally she didn't like being this relatively helpless, but until she figured out what was going on she just had to keep on chugging. It seemed like the plan was to go and squash this 'Resistance.' From what she gathered it was less of a Resistance and more of a cult of people affected both by Resonance and mind control. "So. No killing? I'll stick to the Tool Gun, then." She patted her jacket where she kept her Tool Gun holstered. "Immobilization only."