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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color] Carcass Isle
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color] 991 (+2)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] 
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[Hider=Scars and Boonszles][i]Level 5 Power[/i]

[color=DEBA42][b]Life Of The Party -[/b] Mirage can deploy a team of five decoys on his position, causing him to split into six targets rather than one. The only notable change about each Decoy is decreased health, making them easier to disperse with concentrated fire. Cannot be used at the same time as Vanishing Act, and shares it's cooldown timer of one minute, meaning use of one locks down the other.[/color]

[i]Strength From The Maw[/i]

[color=DEBA42][b]Terrain Expertise -[/b] Mirage is able to navigate complex locations much easier from his experiences in exploring the Belly of the Maw, making use of things he'd of seen as obstacles before to push himself ahead and keep pace in more crowded environments, gain positional advantages over his opponents, or simply evade in a more effective manner using the terrain around him. Rubble and general path disruption is much less of a problem, and navigating places outside of combat even brings a little enjoyment.[/color]

[i]Weakness From The Maw[/i]

[color=DEBA42][b]Thanatophobia -[/b] Witnessing the death of his diving-suit clone and hearing it's last words has left an impact on Mirage, making him much more afraid moment-to-moment about his own demise. Prone to becoming anxious and stressed, he cannot sleep full nights even in the most peaceful and protected of places without disruption, causing him to be restless and show fatigue easier.[/color]

[i]A Blessing, Or A Curse?[/i]

[color=DEBA42][b]Feast -[/b] Mirage couldn't resist the temptation of food, and even went for seconds before facing off against The Lady. Eating anything will restore health in addition to its actual effects. He'll also receive a fast-diminishing attack boost after eating.[/color][/Hider]

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Although an absolute wreck, Mirage was indeed alive atop his blubbery pillow he washed up with. Though, he was still unconscious, instead indeed getting dragged by Link all the while mumbling about porkchops and how a certain Makoa wasn't about to beat him when it came to cooking. Slumped into a relatively safe place by the heroic swordsman, he slowly stirred and came to with a bite of his own tongue, an unfortunate backfire of dreaming of his signature family recipe, it'd happen to anyone who'd tried it once. His eyes slowly scanned the immediate area, noting the wrecked ship and the disgusting dead sea life around them. For a moment his eyes cautiously eyed the rain, reaching a hand out and finding relief in the fact it was actually water and not some sort of god-awful acid that'd sink through his body.

He noted the paleness of his hand, before looking over his own body. He was a little sticky for reasons that were obvious to anyone who knew he'd been on top of an icky fish, but for the most part he was actually happy to see his smaller but still older body be returned. And with it, his mighty Wingman tightly in it's holster. Though he had liked that Dart Gun, it seemed to be dislodged from him during what was clearly a major crash. Silently he overlooked the carnage of the land they had washed up on, his newly-freed mind trying to piece a whole lot of things together. 

Everything that felt so normal before seemed so wrong now. Creatures he'd seen were absolute abnormalities to anything he could process, and nothing felt like anything from home he'd seen before. This wasn't Solas, or any Outlands planet for that matter. Hell, he doubted even somewhere as far off as Gridiron could have a bunch of species like these roaming about. Aliens weren't a thing, humans were the species of the galaxy. Or so he'd thought until now. He recalled his quest to find his mother with ease, but why would he of thought she was here, anyways? She was back in the hospital. He just needed to find a shuttle and get off this god-forsaken rock. Get back to work, before the money ran dry. Those hospital bills weren't going to pay themselves, and those promotional events weren't going to advertise themselves, either! 

But a lot of things didn't make sense, even with the logic this was just some batshit planet. Why were the dead turning into these 'Spirits'? He'd never seen such a thing, it came off as a red flag compared to reality where people were buried when they died, not absorbed for their potential. But he couldn't even deny it, as a fusion was the result of his current form. Though, realizing he has a spirit at his command, he picked up a nearby rock and tried summoning his Tempura Wizard with a few different commands, from 'I Choose You!' to the still (In his opinion) brilliant 'Bamfoodzle' wordplay he made earlier. No dice, however, meaning the currently hungry man was going to stay that way a bit longer. Grumbling with discontent, he threw the rock aside as if it was worthless, before eyeing the situation around him in more detail. 

[color=DEBA42]"Ooh, man. Haven't felt like this since I was on the receiving end of an airstrike."[/color] He complained, slowly managing to stand. The rain was cold, he was very cold, but for the moment he saw some of the others scavenging, and figured he might try and do the same. Long-term goals were getting home, but short-term goals were not dying to the freakin' Maw, and damn sure not to freaky rotten isle. For a moment he toyed with his tech to make sure his suit was still functional, glad to see that he could easily form a decoy, which took a one-way trip into the ocean as he let it run free, just glad the suit was functioning. Second, he tried his visor: Wiping the grime away from the inside, he put them on and found his view functional, even his enhanced zoom. Functioning gear was a great start, though he'd need more than that to stay alive around here. Though, how long did they want to stay around here, anyways?

[color=DEBA42]"She's got the right idea,"[/color] Mirage added to Sakura's eagerness to continue. [color=DEBA42]"We can get our bearings here, then push on? Doubt we're going to find a way out of this nasty place by making an S.O.S signal."[/color] He pulled out his Wingman for a moment, giving it a twirl. He felt a lot safer with his gun at his side, especially after what they'd just experienced. As a new individual made his presence known, however, Mirage momentarily gripped his weapon tighter, but as he seemed to express peace the Legend holstered his Wingman in hopes of not starting a problem. Especially with Sakura approaching this new figure, not wanting the girl in any sort of crossfire.

[color=DEBA42]"[i]Deader[/i] than dead."[/color] Mirage somewhat childishly commented along with Cadet's question, eyes once again scanning the horrid-smelling viscera. If this guy had something dry they could make a fire with, he wasn't about to turn the guy down. Though he didn't exactly look like he belonged around here anymore than they did, so the whole idea of him showing up in their time of need was at least a little suspicious. Mirage ended up not doing much, glancing about but mostly keeping an eye on their new friend, perhaps a little paranoid or cautious from the whole Maw experience, but who could blame him? He just wanted to make sure one of those in his group didn't end up in danger from a sudden stranger, especially after what happened with those damned chefs. He kept his hand off his holster as to not appear hostile, but still was ready to draw sooner than later if something here went south.