[Center][img]https://i.imgur.com/PAkLiLG.png[/img] [color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Depths, Underwater [color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]614(+1 EXP) [color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Bowser Jr [/Center] [hr] Though it'd taken some effort, they were finally able to begin their war path towards the flow controls. All the talk around him about this 'big monster thing' was getting him kind of concerned, some of the group seeming to leave as well, or at least Blazermate's heavier steps seemed to imply such. It made him realize that, despite the effort here, he wasn't really in much danger, was he? He wasn't exactly sticking his neck out at the moment, though honestly with the strength he currently had just thinking straight was just about too much to handle. There was a bit of respect for the others who remained action oriented even in these conditions. Though, if roles were reversed, he'd try his best too, he figured. Or, maybe hoped? Regardless, he couldn't do a whole lot to respond to Junior once he picked up his signals on the BULL's camera. A gestured pincer his way as a sign he noticed, at the very least. But before long it was time to go. Mirage had no hesitation in diving into the depths, the BULL fully disappearing from view along with Duerage who offered a hammy salute like he was on a sinking ship, before being left with nothing but dark, murky water to deal with. Mirage hardly noticed when the Mockingbird took the dive: He figured it'd stay atop the BULL but rather, it seemed to have it's own objective, or wanted to be alone. It quickly sank out of view for him, and left him mostly alone, though he tried to keep around Junior in case something went down. Unfortunately it was difficult, the BULL having to navigate the debris while the smaller submarine had a much easier time going about it. The BULL's light was a necessity to see under here, noting that if this water wasn't 'cursed' or something, then drinking it would probably kill you anyways, because of how damn dirty it had to be. The thought of water caused Mirage to bite at his dried lips, a little ping of desperation making him thirstier, despite the grossout. Mirage caught something in his lights to distract from that: Disturbingly enough there was a corpse in the water, just drifting. It was pale, the skin pruned from the water, which was gross enough when you got out of the shower, let alone on a corpse. [color=DEBA42][i]Seems like we weren't the first ones down here.[/i][/color] He speculated, but was caught off guard as it's face, or stretch of free real estate on it's head that was supposed to be a face, was just empty. The disturbing sight caused Mirage's actual body to recoil, stumbling as he nearly fell off his shoebox. He didn't want to know why it didn't have a face, and he wasn't looking to have any of his friends end up like that. So he set it aside with minor navigation troubles: The BULL shifting between some pipes, Mirage flashing back to look at the body again out of paranoia, only to find it was gone. Cold sweat leaked out from the helmet, Mirage feeling genuinely unnerved by the fact it had disappeared in such a short amount of time. [color=DEBA42][i]"It just drifted away."[/i][/color] He told himself, not wanting to press the matter further. Rather, he pushed on: Light from the BULL dimming as it made turns, trying to not alert the giant fish to their location. It's descent was slow, but steady. It hoped to reach the bottom a bit faster, though navigating the mess underwater was proving to make that more difficult than he originally thought. But with persistence, he'd manage to get down there! Or at least he hoped. [Center][b][h2]Mockingbird 'Duerage'[/h2][/b] LOCATION: The Maw - The Depths, Underwater WORD COUNT: 508 MENTIONS: [/Center] [hr] Duerage had used it's time sinking to the bottom to think. The conversation it had with Sakura was helpful, but there were a lot of issues it had the more it thought about the situation, growing more sad than anything. Just because there were two Mirage's, didn't mean there were two Evelyn Witt's. Two moms. Two Ramya's. Two Renee's. Would it's friends still be it's friends, even if it wasn't the original Mirage? Maybe Renee could help, actually. She had that whole 'alternate universe traveler' thing going on. Maybe she could find a world where Evelyn lost her last son. A place that could be filled in, in some way. Was that disrespecting to it's deceased self? Wrong to do, in general? probably didn't matter. Whatever the situation was to get home, that was the first task. And with this ship, it seemed like a hefty one. [i][b]Least Path would treat me the same.[/b][/i] It mused, finding a little happiness in the thought of his tin-can friend. He was sort of a tin-can too, now, so maybe they'd get along better! Find enthusiasm in the little things, that was how Elliot rolled! But as usual, that enthusiasm was finding itself acting as a shield rather than just a source of joy. it'd never been deep-sea diving before, so this was actually pretty fun aside from the paranoia instilled in it from the thought of a huge monster being around here. Traversal was easy enough. With it's firm grip it could easily pull itself up most obstacles, at a slow but steady pace. With such a fast descent, it mused that this would be pretty fast and they could get on out of here. But it seemed the waters had other plans, as there was a strange, somewhat faint glow coming in Duerage's direction. Focusing on it came to show it wasn't Junior's sub, either. Rather, it seemed to be some sort of round fish with huge teeth.[b][i]Tch, nuts...[/i][/b] It tried to think fast, taking in the area for a moment before shutting it's light off. Slowly, it moved off the path it was on, reaching out to try and find anything solid: Hand coming into connection with some old scrap that served as a bit of an obstacle, but also a fair enough wall to hunker down against for a second. [b][i]If I leave it, it could go after the others, or come back to me once I have my light on.[/i][/b] Duerage thought, reaching back to the scrap behind it to snatch up any piece of metal it could get it's hands on. It managed to grab the remnants of some smaller pipe, pulling it out of the pile thankfully without causing the rest to fall. It wielded the pipe with the intent to lash out and stab the creature as it floated by. Heh, it wondered how [url=https://apexlegends.fandom.com/wiki/Bloodhound]Bloodhound[/url] would respond to this. probably something along the lines of [i]yadda yadda, Félagi Fighter, yadda, slátra.[/i] It tried to not let it's amusement distract it from the task at hand.