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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 369(+1 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] [/Center]
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Considering how many of their opponents had guns earlier, Mao wasn't sure for a moment if he was being shot at or if another member of Yellow was being filled with lead. Luckily it came to light that it was in fact a friendly bullet, piercing the Dragonborn no less, which gave Mao more than enough of a chance for his maneuver to work flawlessly. Or so he thought, wiping his shoe against the Dragonborn's shoulder, figuring he was done. But a sudden use of a spell on his end caused Mao to step back, the sight of the flaming atronach taking him by surprise. Healing, elemental spells, and now summoning? This guy had every trick in the book, and honestly, Mao was a little envious of summoning in particular. No matter, it was just one more to cut down on his warpath, and it wouldn't take long.

At least, Mao hoped. Glancing back, his movement had put him closer to the injured Laharl. They were in a bit of an awkward position against this wall still, with the Atronach on one side with the Dragonborn floored, and Laharl on the other side with Mao in the middle. The wall simply meant there were less ways to dodge or weave, and whoever applied pressure would be the one to gain the advantage. Not to mention having something strike in Laharl's direction was less than ideal, so moving again seemed right.

Not fond of the idea of striking the flame summon with his bare hands, Mao went for his sword. [color=979CB2]"Just one more for the chopping block!"[/color] Mao boasted. If the Dragonborn had intended for the Atronach to be a good distraction, it was. He didn't give the Dragonborn a second glance as he brought himself towards the Atronach and away from the wall, his unsheathing of his blade going directly into a wide swing that covered a dodge to the left or right unless this creature was fast enough to evade. And unless it could phase through a wall, it had no method of simply backing up, either. And if it chose to counterattack, at least Mao wasn't in Laharl's path anymore, leaving it no reason to prioritize finishing him off.


[Center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RU8WMNq.png[/img]
[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Depths, Underwater
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]466(+1 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Bowser Jr, Creepy Water Lady
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Mirage had descended a fair amount by this point, growing excited as the light on the BULL was able to illuminate a floor, marking his arrival at the bottom. [color=DEBA42][i]Hah, easy![/i][/color] He thought to himself in a triumphant manner, keeping high enough to not have to fret about the debris on the floor. He attempted to use memory to get an idea of where the Flow Control was, but it was mostly him floating along to find a wall that'd lead him to any doorways on the bottom. One of which he luckily came across, and which yielded results as with his squinted real eyes he could make out the word 'Flow' at least on the sign. Which gave him enough of a spark to exclaim that [color=DEBA42]"I found the controls!"[/color] To the group still near his pilot seat.

This enthusiasm died as a bright light suddenly shined behind him, allowing him to see a rather horrifying form on the wall. An immense amount of hair flowing around, something that felt familiar and not in the good way. The feminine form of the body moving around in a less dead way caused his eyes to widen, the BULL's turning speed not exactly being the greatest thing in the world, but there were only two other sources of light he was aware of and both of them were friendly, meaning either he was getting a warning from them or he'd seen them in a moment of need.

By the time he'd got around and tried to barrel over to what was now identified as Junior's sub, all Mirage could see was the weird figure fleeing. Not exactly wanting to go after it, he had to try and figure out a way to communicate with the smaller Bowser for a moment. The BULL's camera eyed the submarine as it blinked it's light a few times to get Junior's attention, before beginning to head back to Flow Control in reverse. The pincers of the BULL raised up and tilted slightly towards it, not having much mobility but enough to maybe gesture [color=DEBA42]This way![/color] so that they could get this done. 

Hoping he got Junior's attention enough, he used the BULL as a spotlight to keep an eye out behind him as he came along, specifically focusing on the direction the 'water lady' had gone. Unfortunately, to make sure he didn't crash into anything, Mirage took it slow. But Junior might've understood the direction by now and could speed ahead to try and get to the Flow Control, leaving him to try and distract their long-haired stalker. The BULL was expendable after all, so if it wanted to terrorize or mess with it, Mirage at least knew he was safe physically. Seeing that faceless form was disturbing though, life endangered or not...

[Center][b][h2]Mockingbird 'Duerage'[/h2][/b]
LOCATION: The Maw - The Depths, Underwater
WORD COUNT: 367
MENTIONS: 
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The poor decision to attack this creature truly came to light as he attempted to jab into it. It was larger than he thought, only managing to piss it off with his attack that lead to a horrific dismemberment that was sending him reeling, cries hard to hear in the waters. The fish left, but Duerage was left reeling from the assault, light turning on to try and examine it's damages. There wasn't an arm: There was torn diving suit and partial machinery, and a strange gel in the air. No blood. To an extent, it knew it wasn't normal, but this horrific sudden tear from it's view of itself caused it to begin to panic immensely. 

[b]"I-I'm gonna drown!"[/b] He cried out, hearing his own voice but not even registering he could still speak. His mind rushed to panic about drowning, attempting to bring itself upwards, with no results. It was much too heavy to swim up, and this only heightened it's panic, as it stomped along, attempting in any way it could to find a way out of the water. Hefty stomps on the floor carried it along, unfortunately in the wrong direction of Flow Control, but that wasn't something it could prioritize right now. As it marched, a multitude of thoughts and words came to mind, thoughts racing, not able to slow down from the panic.

[b]I'm gonna die here!
[right]I can't even feel the pain from my arm.[/right]
Where are the others?
[right]Am I all alone?[/right]
Will anyone ever find me?
[right][i]Will anyone remember me?[/i][/right]
She'll remember me.
[right]She gave me a chance.[/right]

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[center][h2]...[/h2][/center][/b]

Whether it stumbled during it's panic or simply fell over from the shock of what had happened, the Mockingbird's heavy suit laid upon the floor. Occasionally it's stable hand twitched around, but it couldn't cope with the sudden injury. Instead, it was left laying there, mumbling that it was drowning. Wishing it'd get help. But even if help came now, it was much too late. What grasp 'Duerage' had on it's own situation was now lost, the Maw claiming an innocent that tried to use it's newfound life for the better.

Unfortunately, nobody would ever know it lost itself trying to help.