[center][h1]Provoke Woogong[/h1][/center]

[indent][indent]Provoke leaned his head a bit closer to the barkeep, trying to grasp what the man was saying. While not fully understanding, he still nodded in agreement, eyes sharply fixed on the hooded figure he had been approaching earlier. All of this was eerie but at the very least he had known he was in the right place. At the right time. Provoke reached up to pull on a strand of his ashen hair in thought, [i]'ID checks makes sense but did he say dungeon?'[/i] he glanced around with just his eyes wondering what the Barkeep meant by dungeon. 

"Wait, what dung-" The Barkeep continued on without pause, Provoke twisted absently in search of answers but when the Barkeep clapped his hands and the bar begun to shake and warp; his practice with his mother kicked in. Instantly he tensed up, his massive aura spiking to life before shrouding him as the ground slipped away. There was no time to escape the hole and a part of him hated how quickly the trap had been sprung. [i]'What am I some freaking idiot!'[/i] he thought, the sheer speed of the mudslide whipping his hair and dirtying his outfit.

With something akin to skill, though probably not as graceful as his mother or Falcon, Provoke leapt off the slide and grounded himself, awareness on a hundred. The underground space was lit with warm torches, inviting not only heat but a suffocating air that bothered him slightly. After a tense moment, Provoke settled his thumping heart and exhaled a long breath. His yellow sweater was dirty now and his skin felt like it'd soon be pottery-worthy but he was unharmed.

[i]'So what now? The barkeep said wait but... should I? No, I need to think this through. What would mom do?'[/i] That question repeated itself thrice before he finally decided that he [i]would[/i] wait. He curled up against the wall, away from the dark corners that sporadically popped up around the several doors and beneath a warm torch near his makeshift entrance. [i]'Who am I kidding, Mom's a three-star Hunter. I'm just... just...'[/i] He sighed the thought of 'garbage' away and pulled his knees to his chest and placed his chin onto his arms. 

"I hope I don't die because of this. It'd be the stupidest way to go."      [/indent][/indent]