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[color=black]Level:[/color] 4
[color=white]Experience:[/color] 5/40
[color=black]Currently In:[/color] The Chasm
[color=white]Word Count:[/color] 606 (+1 Exp)[/center]

 Omori trekked down the side of the Chasm, Jesse and Rubick in tow. He had forgotten to answer the former's question about him being here before, but if the focused yet unfearful way he passed by the campsites of vagabonds and bandits was anything to go by, then he definitely made a stop here. Strangely enough there didn't seem to be any active bandits down this route, not this time at least. Either they must be busy elsewhere or he scared them off. Sucks to be them, he guessed.

 At one point did he stop to take a look at something he must've missed. A shady looking barge-building-thing. The boy glanced over at the armed guards patroling the building. Whatever the case was, he had other buisness to take care off besides investigating it. Might wanna keep your distance-

 Before Omori could walk off however, something seemed to be happening inside. He could hear it from over where he was. But what was going on? The very answer broke a hole through one of the walls and sprinted across the bridge. Someone was escaping. He watched as a repungnant collective of gang members appeared to witness the pursuit, their potbellied leader and a woman with a [i]much[/i] larger creature than Mewo being the only ones to chase after them.

 And for some reason, the small, hollow eyed creature stopped in front of him. Omori looked down at them as much as they looked back up at him. He titled his head in response, and they mirrored his movement. Why did they stop? He wouldn't get an answer. The boy flinched as the little bug's slip up gave the hunters their opporunity to seize them. Feeling the harpoon latch itself into their mask, they struggled to release themself, though not before its main captor grabbed them from the trap, spoutting an indignant warning to Omori. He really did want to free them as quick as possible, but it was too little, too late when Oinkie approached. Did he really want to face a whole gangs worth of enemies by himself? 

 And yet, as the pale bug struggled against Oinkie's grip, they stared back at him as if pleading for him to help. A red tainted void.

 ...He had to admit, Omori couldn't leave the poor thing to their fate. He motioned for Mewo to hide. And apparently he wasn't alone in this either. Rubick's comment towards Oinkie caught his attention first, then he noticed that Jesse followed him too. The boy nodded to them, but no doubt Rubick will have riled the gang leader up. As his hand reached for a weapon, he noticed the troop closing in from a distance, an angered Junior leading the way.

 Omori furrowed his brows in response. Great. Just great. He hadn't even done anything on purpose yet, but he could bet Junior was going to use this to antagonize him further. What was he supposed to do? Leave the little bug to die?

 Ugh, he hated situations like this. And he was starting to really hate the brat too.

 But you know what? If the little runt wanted to make a monster out of him? Fine. He gave the Troop a knowing, spiteful look. Omori's flintlock hadn't been fired since they weakened LeFwee.

 [b][color=dcdcdc]"Cover me."[/color][/b] He pulled the aformentioned pistol out and fired it at Oinkie, paying mind not to let the captive get hurt too badly. He can quickly free them with a friend heart if things get too nuts. He'd quickly switch to his serrated knife afterwards and follow up with a stab in the pig-faced leader's gut.