[Center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4n7Yjug.png[/img] [color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Depths [color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]628(+1 EXP) [color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Bella, The Diving Suit [/Center] [hr] Mirage, for once, found himself pretty quiet. He would've responded to Geralt's confusion, wondering how someone could forget something so simple, but Sakura's words seemed to have left him in a position where he wasn't quite sure what to say to just about anyone. Rika's attempt at helping not going anywhere while his own was just met with Sakura leaving the room he had visibility in. Followed by the high-pitched sounds of her retching. His real body winced as he tried to think of what to say, coming up with blanks. This wasn't like him. He was [i]Mirage[/i], the witty Legend who always had a zinger lined up or something cool to pass down. Now, what? He was just the guy who helped make some girl upset and puke? He felt his own facade break as he stood on that shoe box, realizing his silence wasn't from a lack of knowing what he wanted to say, but because he was attempting to pull his front personality back into place before speaking to the others. And Elliot couldn't push past that long enough to try and comfort Sakura in a time of need further than he had prior, instead standing there as Nadia took the charge on that front. It was brutal, but perhaps what she needed. He still didn't say anything, aside from hissing a little at some building pain in his head. [color=DEBA42][i]The hell's that about...?[/i][/color] He wondered, noting the conveyor started moving, and the BULL along with it. It allowed him to look at what the others were doing finally, rejoining them technically even though he'd been in here the entire time. As the machine moved along, he began noticing something aside from the headache; A bit of nausea, wanting to almost follow in Sakura's footsteps and throw up whatever was possibly in his stomach. He tried to keep his reaction to a minimum, though the giant robot gesturing as Mirage covered his mouth in an attempt not to vomit meant it was easy to tell he was moving around. [color=DEBA42]"N-Nice, the conveyor's working..."[/color] He said with a fair amount of delay, the weird sudden effects subsiding with no warning, just like how they arrived. He planted his feet, knees shaking a little but he kept up, noting that whatever the hell that was, it gave him more reason to want to be out of here. And if it was this device causing it, then he had to get out of here faster. They needed all the help they could get down there, and the BULL was a huge help, if he could get it down there. A simple thought about diagnostics was enough to pull up results of the working station's condition, which seemed in the green and functional. Was this normal? Christ, what horrible working conditions. Before he could manage to comment on that, he caught something in the BULL's camera. One of the diving suits... Was moving? Panic took over before sensibilities did, or maybe panicking made the most sense? One of the BULL's arms came forward, providing a bit of a barrier between it and Bella, for her own safety as she scooted away, though this came to an end as the machine went further down the conveyor, camera still focused on the diving suit. Still scrambled from the effects of the headcase, Mirage didn't even really think about the familiarity of the voice, this individual feeling completely new to him. Though remembering his experience with Carl, he wondered if this was somehow similar, so he held back on being aggressive. [color=DEBA42]"You, uh, okay?"[/color] He questioned, trying to stay peaceful, figuring if anything, at least they wouldn't have to fight this diving suit. The suit pulled itself together somewhat, reacting to the BULL with surprise as it seemed utterly confused by the fact it was there. [b]"Hold on a sec, I thought I was seeing through the BULL?"[/b] It voiced it's confusion, pulling itself up somewhat, though shaky and uncertain of what exactly the hell was happening here. [color=DEBA42]"What're you going on about? You were piloting a BULL?"[/color] Mirage questioned, but was met with a very quick response: [b]"Is that me? Okay, okay, that's a REALLY good impression guys, I'm impressed. Who's doing that?"[/b] [color=DEBA42]"Impression?"[/color] Mirage had a sudden, horrible feeling. [color=DEBA42]"You're saying this is your voice?"[/color] [b]"... Yeah? So unless you're a decoy, that must be some very talented voicework! But none of your mouths are moving, so what gives?"[/b] There were a lot of problems with what was currently happening, for Mirage himself. The question of what was up with Carl before was strangely becoming more clear, though he couldn't quite put together what exactly he was supposed to do in this situation. His brain was still a bit scrambled, but that also seemed to be the case with this suit, both becoming a little aggressive, but mainly confused, at the situation presented to them. [b]"I appreciate a joke, guys, but you're creeping me out with this impression."[/b] The suit added, staring at the majority of the group with a bit of annoyance, since he'd been trying pretty hard to make stuff work to help them, and now after all that drama, he was getting pranked! Mood whiplash, much? If the suit had a face, it'd be squinting at the others to express that annoyance. And, to it's knowledge, it had a very handsome and beautiful face.