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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]810(+2 EXP)
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The lack of an answer left Mirage feeling a little uncertain about the information he'd received thus far. He tilted his head, unsure if it was a delayed response or what, but once getting the door unlocked actually started he decided to move on and try to not think on it. Nervously he stepped away from the door, not wanting the lock to fall on his head, or something. And before long, they, along with their fellow captive, were off to a new unknown. He looked back with a bit of paranoia since they went first, wondering if this individual was an actual child, or in the same situation as them. Not wanting to voice such a thing and cause conflict though, he decided to simply keep an eye out. Even so, prisoners were prisoners, yeah? Teamwork made the dream work.

His face scrunched as they walked, catching whiff of a scent that was... Less than pleasurable. [color=DEBA42]"The heck is that?"[/color] He questioned, feeling a sourness in his stomach from the scent, only causing more strife with his own hunger. Whatever it was, it smelled worse than a Leviathan patty. He momentarily managed to use that thought to distract himself from the horrid situation with how much he hated the King's Canyon arena, before the sight of that bad smell made itself clear.

[color=DEBA42]"Those buckets look like [i]giant meat smoothies.[/i]"[/color] He simply stated with disgust, unable to accurately word just how much the sight bothered him. Man, now even meat was being ruined for him. At least the concept of porkchops seemed gross now, too. So that kept his mind off of his favorite food for the moment.

The sight of the butcher put Mirage on edge. He scooched against the nearest object to obstruct him from the bloated, fleshy figure. The audible sound of cleaver hitting flesh caused his eyes to widen, wondering if they'd be next if they got caught. Like hell he was going to find out, though. He'd much rather be a hiding rat than a butchered one. But where the hell were they supposed to go from here? He wouldn't know without a peek, so nervously, that's what he did.

Biting the inside of his cheek upon having to look at the flesh mesh that was the butcher, his eyes followed their new companion's gesture to a key. There was a locked door, an open one... Mirage wasn't sure what use he could be, but if a locked door took them here, to a giant doughy butcher man, then what if the second unlock was more of the same? And how exactly were they going to unlock it and escape without being swiped at by this guy? The thump alone would give it away, and then it'd turn into 'run or get chopped'. And some of them weren't very suited to running right now. [color=DEBA42]"If we take the open doorway we could keep from being detected, that guy won't just... Not notice us unlocking the door like the last one, right?"[/color] He offered input, perhaps thinking of his mistakes the last time he messed up by making a lot of noise with Bongo Bongo.

Sakura turning around and gesturing for silence caused him a bit of confusion. He just nodded, figuring she might have the idea of not wanting to get the big guy's attention, but he soon saw that she was thinking the exact damn opposite. [sub][color=DEBA42]"Where is she going?"[/color][/sub] He quietly questioned, concern growing as she climbed. 

That jar falling sent him into full alert, however. He wanted to scamper along to the exit, but he also didn't want to be the only one doing so. If someone wanted to platform higher, he could offer Dart Gun assistance, but couldn't much climb up and parkour to the key by his own means. If they chose to scuttle along to the revealed exit now though, with how things escalated, they'd have Sakura to worry about. He wasn't about to leave anyone behind, so he decided to momentarily backtrack on his original suggestion and look around for a method to perhaps stall the butcher if they did get the key.

[color=DEBA42]"Maybe we can use that distraction after all,"[/color] Musing, he eyed the big pots on the hooks above. [color=DEBA42]"If we can knock one of those down on him,"[/color] He gestured towards the pots. [color=DEBA42]"It might buy us enough time to get the heck out of here."[/color] But how? The Dart Gun wouldn't shake them off the hooks. It'd take more force. [color=DEBA42]"I can still aim platforms, but I don't know how much else I can do."[/color] He felt bad, spouting ideas with no solutions, but he began to realize the logic of curse vs hunger. Not that he had an ample opportunity to go back and fix his mistakes. He muttered a [i][sub][color=DEBA42]"Sorry."[/color][/sub][/i] to acknowledge his inactive stance on the situation.