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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]815(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Pretty much everybody
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[color=DEBA42]"Ah, right! You could knock them off."[/color] Mirage replied to Rika with some enthusiasm, glad to have some sort of plan forming. Kamek urging caution was reasonable, Mirage himself not wanting a direct fight with this fleshy butcher if he could help it, but as individuals jumped into their positions it became clear that, unfortunately for everyone, the jar shattering did indeed send the doughman into alert. Mirage thinned himself as much as he could behind the leg of a table, peeking out to see what the butcher exactly did. He seemed agitated, maybe a bit concerned with how such a thing happened, but Sakura didn't seem exposed.

As his search failed, another man came in however. He was loud, startling Mirage but he didn't intend to budge, if these two were going to fight. Nothing was more toxic than two cooks in a kitchen, so if they had some luck, these two would start brawling and they'd be able to just watch them weaken eachother down. Escalations showed that this could've been the case, this new man threatening to turn the other into the next meal. Bowls flying in the air in retaliation, but unfortunately from Sakura's hiding spot, causing her to be revealed. [color=DEBA42]"Shit,"[/color] A mutter in his childish voice, cursing all the same as a reaction to one of their own being in danger. 

Despite their plan going into action, the doughy chef didn't take as much damage as Mirage had hoped as the meat slab conked him on the head. And Larry's addition to the chaos meant they were at a larger disadvantage than before. Rika and Bella both being snatched up, and referred to as meat, was an instant message to do whatever he could. These sickos were going to eat their friends, and after all they'd been through on this stupid ship, nobody was becoming a meal today!

 Scuttling out under the cover of Nadia's assault, Mirage didn't want to allow the butchers to escape so easily. Desperately he popped off multiple darts, trying to land them in such a way as to block the door, but he failed miserably as the door slammed and the darts stuck to the side of it, the projectiles simply being too slow. This was soon followed by Mirage's little fists slamming against it in irritation, as Larry taunted them from the inside, locking the door.

[color=DEBA42]"Hey! [b]HEY![/b]"[/color] Angered by the outcome, Mirage slowly came to a stop as he realized he needed to conserve what he had left. He slowly slid into a slump in front of the door, momentarily staring at the floor at a loss for what to do. Seeing all that meat now was worse than before; Knowing these freaks were willing to cut up living people, [i]children even,[/i] and turn them into a paste or a sausage. They tried so hard to keep everyone alive, they got through giant fists and acid rain! And now they were about to lose some of the group to a couple of fat cannibals? 

Nadia finding a vent caused him to pull up to his feet, coming over to investigate. With her struggle to fit, or escape, Mirage grabbed hold and gave her a yank for the sake of getting her out. And it was only after that it came to light that... She was taller than him, suddenly. Or maybe he'd been too distracted by the struggle to notice before? Blinking away his confusion, he quickly snapped to the task at hand with the new disagreement. 

[color=DEBA42]"Look!"[/color] Mirage said between Peach and Nadia's uncertainty, tone being a bit more snappy, as he didn't have the time to snark at the moment. [color=DEBA42]"Some of us are too big, and some of us can fit! If we don't find a solution fast, they're dead for sure!"[/color] Taking a long look at the area, he noted three potential options. [color=DEBA42]"Maybe we can bash through the door with the hammer and some of the sharp stuff laying around, or maybe that key we were targeting could be a solution, yeah? We'll need an exit for if we get them out anyways, right? So some of us can try that or bashing the door if they can't get through!"[/color]

Tucking the Dart Gun away, Mirage approached the vent. A simple test told him he could fit, even if it hurt a little. It'd be a struggle to pull himself through, but he wasn't about to leave those three with no hope while fumbling around out here. [color=DEBA42]"I'm goin'. I don't know what I can do in there, but maybe I can at least mess up their plans a little and stall for time."[/color] With a nod towards the group, he didn't hesitate to cram himself into the vent to start crawling. He wasn't sure if anyone else was actually coming with, but whatever the case was, he was pushing on.