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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Depths
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]1,181(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Sakura, Nadia, Blazermate 
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Mirage's (unadmittedly) scrawny arms shook somewhat as he held the magnet out, his head turning to look at Sakura as she came up beside him. A raised eyebrow marked his confusion with her course of action, but as she took aim, he could understand her course of action. On one hand, that had NOT been what he said, but she didn't exactly take orders from him, and it wasn't like she was doing nothing. She had the same idea he did: Nobody left behind, even if things took extra time. 

It brought a moment of remembrance for him, as she struggled to properly place the darts. He was born a masterpiece, but not a master marksman. His brothers had gone to war, but Mirage never did such a thing. For a long time, he was just a tinkerer and a prankster. It took awhile for him to learn, and there'd been plenty of mishaps along the way. Rather than be judging on the current situation, he tried to comment on her frustration with a small tidbit of advice. [color=DEBA42]"Take a breath."[/color] He noted towards her constant use of a word he didn't know, but she assured it wasn't a swear. He'd buy it, for the moment. Not like he knew many languages. A few, or at least a few words of a few languages. ... He at least pretended to know what some words meant.

While Sakura found success in her marksmanship, Mirage's attention kept back on the situation with Nadia. The struggle was frustrating, wishing he had more to offer to help her. Moreau was lucky the only gun around was the Dart Gun or else he'd be getting blasted in that disgusting looking torso of his that occasionally spewed out. However, seeing Nadia in possession of the magnet was a good start. He wasn't sure how much pull these things might have, but with a dire situation came desperate plays. Her words in response to the half-joke, half-suggestion he made was an honest one. But that was just how he operated! 

[color=DEBA42]"Hey, so am I-- Or, uh, [i]we're[/i] making sure nobody gets left behind!"[/color] His words were followed by a squint of his eyes, the magnet getting bright. The red arcs coursed along the magnet, making him wonder just what these things were capable of. Did they just turn them on, or something? On accident? He didn't recall seeing the magnets glowing like this before. But, regardless, it was an opportunity. An opportunity that came at a damn good time, too.

Nadia's panic as Moreau shook about brought him concern. He could see the magnet pointing up towards him, perhaps the pull was actually there. Was it not strong enough? The struggle with Moreau came to a head as Bowser leapt onto the scene, that hammerhead in tow. The fact that Geralt's nail was hammered into Moreau like that was squick at it's finest, the Legend wincing from the blow that he could almost feel. Or maybe that was just the sharpness from the hunger pains. That couldn't hide Mirage's enthusiasm at the King's daring strike, though. And Sakura's platforms... She'd gave him an excellent route back up! 

He'd of complimented that, if not for the fact that the magnet began to work and became a main focus. The sudden need to catch Nadia sent Mirage off his feet, tumbling backwards with an audible [color=DEBA42]"Oof!"[/color] as he landed. Fine, but tired out of his mind and wishing he could just go back to eating his gathered banana horde. Even if they got out, though, Shippy was long gone. He'd probably bite the first food source he saw, regardless.

Cat pun reaching his ears, he let out a sigh of relief. [color=DEBA42]"I know I am,"[/color] he commented, it being a joke or stroking of his own ego one would have to decide on their own. Bowser would surely be back up soon, which meant everyone would pretty much be gathered. And an audible ding that's cheerfulness was almost poison to the ears caused Mirage to turn his head, looking at the elevator. [color=DEBA42]"Oh yeah! Our ride's here!"[/color] He spouted enthusiastically, giving Moreau information even if the ding hadn't.

Moreau, speaking of, was very eager for them to not leave. Mirage's first instinct was to try and pull himself up with Nadia in tow, but the sudden spew of disgusting rain caused enough hesitation to not leave him time for that, even if the strength was there. Instead, he kept ahold of Nadia and rolled to the side: He figured it was just some disgusting puke he could block at first, but that quickly changed as Mirage felt the caustic drops hit his flesh. His eyes shot open at the burning feeling now crawling along his back and legs, a cry of intense pain not being something he tried to hold back. The question of how the hell he'd survive this was one he didn't have an answer to for a moment, eyes scanning Nadia for a moment to make sure she was okay, but also noting that she wasn't able to move on her own. [color=DEBA42]"D-Don't panic,"[/color] He gasped, trying to keep himself from doing the same. He had tricks, he had bamboozles. But a solution for this? Not on his own, not at all.

But, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his answer. Blazermate, seeing the situation, was rapidly approaching. With the pain building, Mirage used what strength he had left to pull them back up into a sitting position, gripping Nadia tightly. Allowing for both of them to be scooped up in the metallic arms of their big, mostly unchanged robotic friend aside from having a lot less zombies. [color=DEBA42]"At this point I owe you my other arc star,"[/color] Mirage managed to comment, before being dropped off to the elevator daycare by the group's robo-nanny. Unfortunately, while there were still people to help and it was understandable, Mirage barely managed to stumble a few steps after being put down. He was inside, but fell against one of the walls of the elevator, feeling a strong pain in his back from the impact that caused another sound of pain to emerge. But he slid down still alive, and with Nadia in tow as he sat against the wall, breathing heavily as the burning sensation crawled along the skin on his back and legs, body squirming as it tried to find some sort of peace but it just wasn't happening. Moreau left him with a hell of a parting gift, that was for sure. Stupid gurgling bastard didn't finish him off, though! 

Shaking, he still managed to put on a grin, at least. Everyone was on their way, things would be alright for the moment. Mission accomplished, yeah? At least he hoped.

[color=DEBA42]"We can just call this even for me screwing up the whole tire thing, yeah?"[/color] A small laugh escaped him, trying to make light of his own situation. Though he had a feeling things were past the point of worry, that didn't mean he couldn't try and negate it a little bit.