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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Depths
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]883(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Command Center Group
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Mirage laughed nervously as the robotic arm did nothing but annoy the Proxy, wishing the thing could put on a little more oomph for such a technological place. Noting it's use however, it wasn't surprising. What was, however, was seeing not only Rika down there with that creature, but Bella too. Unable to do anything directly, he tried to keep the arm as at least a method of impeding the creature's movement as they unleashed an attack on the creature. It wasn't enough, which was [i]deeply[/i] concerning as now Mirage was worried for both of the little gals down there. But thankfully, a big can of kickass appeared in the form of Blazermate, excitement momentarily filling the miniature legend with vigor as he watched the Proxy plummet into the depths.

[color=DEBA42]"Oh-HOH, yeah! That's got me ecstat-- Estate? Eccentri-- Really hyped!"[/color] He barely managed to stay coherent as he quickly made his way from the controls to rejoin the group, not bothering to go into the cage as he didn't exactly want to see the mess that'd been left behind. Instead, with Moreau still making noise out there, he knew they needed to get moving despite having just dealt with one horror. [color=DEBA42]"Alrighty, we get to that elevator and we're one step closer to getting outta this thing!"[/color] Keeping positive, he was still concerned about Junior so he was quick to make his exit of the Command Center-- Or would have been, if he hadn't tripped on the way out and smacked onto the cold floor. 

[color=DEBA42]"Gah! No more monsters grabbin' me!"[/color] He quipped, startled as he shook his foot and looked back at what caught him. It wasn't a monster, it was just one of those freakin' magnets they found on the last floor. His cheeks went slightly red from embarrassment as he pulled himself up, grabbing it to take with him as you never knew when you needed some loot. Afterwards he was quick to meet up with Geralt, noting he had been playing a bit of a peeking game to see if they'd need more help undoubtedly, what a swell guy. Except he was also a witness to the previous embarrassment with the magnet, so Mirage felt a lack of ability to boast at the moment. 

Instead, the task at hand was what mattered. While they were all in one piece, the situation outside was only getting worse if the noise meant anything. They needed to get the hell out of here! But from all the crashing, he had to wonder if their previous path was at all the same. [color=DEBA42]"Alright, gonna go scout the exit out, see what the damage is!"[/color] He paused from a moment of pain, not from his pitiful fall, but rather his stomach. He slowed his pace a bit as he made his way back towards the catwalks, noting that if he didn't get something to eat within too long, he might actually consider biting his own damn tongue. 

The place they originally came from was, to say the least, a [i]goddamn mess.[/i] Nadia and Ace had done a hell of a job tearing the place apart with plenty of assistance from Moreau, too. No wonder he didn't see Moreau down there, the utter carnage made the surface almost unrecognizable, to which a drop of sweat rolled down Mirage's forehead. [color=DEBA42]"Well that's [i]grating,[/i]"[/color] He muttered to himself, noting the dangling platforms and scrap from the Moreau damage. His eyes scanned for the others: View landing down low to see people were already on the move towards their exit. Which was helpful for letting him know exactly where he was aiming for. And where there was a destination to reach, there was, of course...

Darts.

Pop, pop, and pop. Mirage was on the move: Figuring navigating ahead was a good strategy. Noting the lack of mobility for some of the people in their party, he attempted to keep things simple, but noted they might need help nonetheless, which he could try to maybe go back and provide. For the moment, however, he simply kept to path making: Once the group could get into one spot, he'd use darts to help the group traverse to the next, with him taking the lead in case it wasn't safe. 

Which it clearly wasn't, as Mirage got a clear view of Ace being sent flying by Moreau as they got lower. His eyes shot open wide, unable to do anything for the soaring hunter except stare at the worrisome view as he noted that once they made it to the walkway, they needed to haul ass. He couldn't stall, not with the group that'd be in the Command Center needing to get down. He'd keep navigating downwards through the mangled mess to ensure the others got through, but he'd be damned if he'd leave anyone behind.

[color=DEBA42][i]It's not gonna kill him![/i][/color] He echoed the same words Cadet had about him stepping into the Pilot Seat earlier, noting that with how these folks talked, they've overcome much worse. This would be one of those times, he was sure of it! And as his navigation down to the lower walkway began to conclude, he fully knew he'd turn back around and make [i]sure[/i] it was something the Cadet would get through. By any means he could provide.