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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]577(+1 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Geralt
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Through hardship, Mirage was satisfied with being off the sausage chain and instead onto solid ground. Taking a peek to see the situation, the butcher seemed busy enough for him to scamper up. He was smart for going for such an odd choice, he thought. Nobody expected the worst routes to be the ones traveled, especially when at a larger size, they seemed physically impossible. He'd have to be called the Sau-[i]sage[/i] based on that move.

Pausing for the briefest of moments, he scratched that off the board. Thank goodness he didn't say it out loud, or that'd be embarrassing. This moment of relief was quickly broken, as all hell seemed to break loose in quick succession. First thing was first, Mirage scrambled for the nearest space he could crawl under to avoid Larry's detection. The smell was putrid, but he was at least somewhat prepared from the nasty sausages. What he wasn't prepared for, was hearing Sakura and Rika. Eyes widening, he caught view of the girls dangling above a flame, smoke brushing up to them which would cause obvious health concerns. But, why they were crying was what got Mirage more worried. Bella, compared to the other two, was completely unmoving. [color=DEBA42]"Over there."[/color] He pointed for Geralt, quickly trying to disarm the anger he knew the guy was going to start busting out from how he was acting earlier. 'Whoresons this' and 'Whoresons that'. 

[color=DEBA42]"The smoke inhalation probably has her unconscious,"[/color] He noted to at least keep him from thinking Bella was dead. [color=DEBA42]"remember how that jackass taunted us when he took the girls? He said he'd take time with [b]fresh meat[/b], right?"[/color] He eyed Larry, before adding: [color=DEBA42]"With the others throwing a fit, he might panic that his 'game' is deceased. Might let her go and bring her to his work station."[/color]

Slowly, he began to navigate around the area, keeping opposite of the girls while routing towards Larry's own position. [color=DEBA42]"If he does... When he sets her down, we have to make a move."[/color] Mirage insisted. [color=DEBA42]"You take that nail, stab it into one of his ankles. I'll..."[/color] He didn't have any weapons. So, uh... [color=DEBA42]"Guess I'll bite the other. I've been bitten by a kid before-- Stuff [i]hurts.[/i] Especially from pearly whites like mine!"[/color] They couldn't spring up into that fire to free Bella, but if she was brought to the table, they could definitely buy her time with violence.

As he planned to lash out against Larry, things got loud downstairs. More yelling, not the arguing chefs kind. And... An explosion, too close sounding for comfort. Worse than any grenade he'd ever heard, Christ. What the hell were the others up to right now? He had to think of an alternative, if Larry ended up running downstairs. They couldn't just leave the girls up there until he came back. He eyed the area, wondering if there was a sink up here. If they hurried, they could probably grab a container laying around and start trying to put out the fire with water if the butcher went to investigate. Some teamwork along with darts for easier climbing shouldn't of made that too overly difficult.

[color=DEBA42]"Sh-Sheesh-- Plan B, if he rushes off."[/color] Mirage spoke quick, trying to keep their options open. [color=DEBA42]"If he rushes off to investigate that explosion, we find a water source up here and transfer some over to put that fire out. We'd have to put it out to get the girls anyhow, even if he takes one of them down."[/color]