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Entry tags:
- !mission,
- [banjo kazooie] kazooie,
- [blazblue] jubei,
- [btvs] melaka fray,
- [golden sun] mia,
- [legend of heroes] joshua bright,
- [legend of heroes] leonhardt,
- [legend of zelda] sheik,
- [marvel films] tony stark,
- [naruto] nara shikamaru,
- [suikoden] freyjadour falenas,
- [tales: abyss] tear grants,
- [tales: tempest] caius qualls
MISSION # 4 - Third Floor Revisited
Who: Shikamaru (field leader), Tony Stark (hacker), Mia (healer), Tear (healer), Melaka, Sheik, Kazooie, Freyjadour, Caius, Joshua Bright, Jubei, and Leonhardt
What: MISSION # 4 - Third Floor Revisited
When: March 22nd to 23rd
Where: Abandoned Malnosso Facility
Summary: The site of a previous infiltration is revisited due to strange creature that now infests it.
Twelve volunteers had been selected this time, the largest group assembled for a mission yet. Specialist Davis didn't like it. Sure, the eggheads in management had told him that they didn't pick out anyone too powerful, but the situation was already pretty damn volatile. If these Lucetians decided to stage an escape, they'd be looking at one bloody battle to keep them in. Even if he personally didn't give a damn where they were. They'd probably be more useful on the outside, killing cultists full time.
The scientist staffed with them was still putting the finishing touches on the droids when the volunteers arrived. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed and turned around. Time to deal with the test subjects. Time to send them off to die, he figured. This is a suicide mission for anyone taking it, I don't care how good they're supposed to be.
It took him a minute to find the leader of the group, Shikamaru. He hadn't expected it to be some kid and initially started speaking to Tony Stark, before realizing his mistake. What was with all the animal people too?
"This is Research Building #56. Over a year and a half ago, volunteers from your Region Six- your enclosure, were tasked with an unauthorized infiltration of this building to weed out members of the organization that had been designated traitors by the previous administration. I'm not a politician and I'm not on an ethical committee. So I don't care about what went down then or why. What I do know is that I've lost three of my best teams trying to contain some hellish monster that your people were partly responsible for releasing."
That last portion probably pissed them off, he figured, but he wasn't apologetic and continued. "I know one of you has been in there before. Don't count on it doing much to save your asses. The creature originating from the third floor is now infesting every single level of the building. We have Shifts keeping it in, but the creature is adaptable. We estimate in three days, it will breech the barrier. Your group has forty-eight hours to get in and get out. That's assuming you do get out. No matter how tough or badass you all think you are, going in there cocky drops your chances of survival even lower than it already is."
That, he decided, was enough. He left further explanation to his staff. The scientist followed soon after, explaining that the droids would be accompanying them. He was quite enthusiastic about them and unusually fond of the robots, referring to them all by different pet names chosen by himself (such as 'Sparky' and 'Wires' and so on). He emphasized that they shouldn't be tampered with, urging them to remember the mission and that this was no time to try and steal technology. One final word of warning he imparted on them was to be wary of other droids in the facility. Some of them had been infected by the biological monster, which had apparently found a way to power them by its own life energy, which was more potent than the Shifting that powered the uninfected ones.
A lower ranked officer was the one to see them off. A little starstruck to be working with Lucetians, she hurriedly offered them back packs containing supplies they might need: canteens of water, energy bars, some rations, cutting tools, gas masks, and so on. Resisting the urge to want to reach out and touch Jubei, she smiled awkwardly and led them to a hover platform. (Those who have been on the farm would recognize these as being common there.) After taking the group to the top of the building, the point where they would enter, she saluted and waited for them to disembark. She did so sadly, since she wasn't sure they would actually survive.
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The original layout of the building can be found here It's a ten story complex once used for a wide variety of purposes. The team will need to make their way down from the roof to the third floor, where the creature will be found. Specialist Davis has given them a special bomb to be planted in the heart of the creature. When detonated, it will drag everything in it back into that creature's home world. This is a place no one will want to go, no matter how much they may hate the place.
Each door requires an ID card to bypass. Although Tony was given an adapter card to swipe at each doorway, it will require determining the constantly fluctuating pass code to bypass. Attempting to destroy the doors will be dangerous, as they are heavily reinforced with an unknown variant of metal harder than titanium. They are more likely to bring the building down on them trying to breach it in that manner. The doors blocking stairwells will be even more tightly locked.
The creature grows in a plant like way, but seems to be composed of a mammal-like flesh. Large bulbous eyes grow out of it, making it aware of its surroundings. The team will be watched at all times, but it will only begin to become aggressive once they reach the seventh floor, unless they are openly hostile to it before then. One of the earlier threats will be large gaping mouths from the ceilings, walls, and floors. A putrid gas reeks from inside it, enough that it can paralyze anyone that happen to get a full dose of it. The teeth can stretch out to try and drag in its paralyzed prey. These teeth are razor sharp and nearly indestructible.
The lower they go, the more every surface will be covered in an oily flesh. Although soft, in some places it can be extremely difficult to penetrate. They may be required to burn it away in order to access door panels. One consistent threat they may face are zombie-like MSF soldiers. They resemble walking corpses (with decay already set in), but partially covered by the creature's flesh, with new eyes and mouths on different parts of the body. Those that are from the most recent mission (on floor 5) will still be in possession of semi-automatic machine guns, although their aim will be clumsy. The zombies are extremely strong and resilient, enough to match your average elite cultist.
Some infected droids may yet be encountered. Although their physical condition is rusted and looking beyond repair, they seem to be able to move anyway despite their deteriorated state. Although they have more power than their normal counterparts, the fleshy tentacles that keeps them locked in place are more fragile than their metal components and can be severed. The six droids accompanying them will be quick to destroy any of the remaining parts of the droids. This is just as well, as the parts are corrupted, rusted, and not even fit for scrap metal at this point.
Deeper below, large tentacles will sometimes pierce through the walls and doors (yes, even that harder than titanium stuff) and start openly attacking the group. At this point they will likely start losing some of the droids to the attacks and may suffer grave or fatal injuries themselves. The tentacles are lined with spikes and micro-quills that inject a quick and deadly poison into the system. Although the poison can be magically eradicated, the volunteers will need to ensure that there are no micro-quills still in the skin, as it will continue to inject poison into the victim otherwise.
On the third floor, the group will finally be near the heart of the creature. Zombified creatures that were once scientists and researchers will be present, now fully covered in the creature's flesh and stronger and faster than those on the previous floors. The tentacles will be more aggressive, the mouths hungrier, the entire area will only grow hotter due to their battle. As they draw in closer, they will begin to hear a loud 'thumping' that will increase in intensity, even causing the area to vibrate. This is because their target, at this point, is quite literally a giant heart, about seven meters tall and now crossing into the two floors below. The heart will pulsate and use the same techniques it had been previously to defend itself, but will otherwise be stationary. Although they can attempt to attack it using whatever means, it will regenerate from all damage in moments. They'll just need to cut it open long enough to plant the bomb inside it.
At that point, the group will need to set the timer to escape. It's still impossible to descend from the third floor, so they will have to go straight up as quickly as they can. The creature will be scrambling at that point and although hostile, less directed than before. The building, however, will be on the verge of collapse and may begin falling down on them in some parts. Speed will be the only thing that sees them to the other side.
If they succeed, Specialist Davis will have a hot meal and hot showers waiting for them, before sending them back to Luceti.
You can use this post for questions and plotting!
What: MISSION # 4 - Third Floor Revisited
When: March 22nd to 23rd
Where: Abandoned Malnosso Facility
Summary: The site of a previous infiltration is revisited due to strange creature that now infests it.
Twelve volunteers had been selected this time, the largest group assembled for a mission yet. Specialist Davis didn't like it. Sure, the eggheads in management had told him that they didn't pick out anyone too powerful, but the situation was already pretty damn volatile. If these Lucetians decided to stage an escape, they'd be looking at one bloody battle to keep them in. Even if he personally didn't give a damn where they were. They'd probably be more useful on the outside, killing cultists full time.
The scientist staffed with them was still putting the finishing touches on the droids when the volunteers arrived. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed and turned around. Time to deal with the test subjects. Time to send them off to die, he figured. This is a suicide mission for anyone taking it, I don't care how good they're supposed to be.
It took him a minute to find the leader of the group, Shikamaru. He hadn't expected it to be some kid and initially started speaking to Tony Stark, before realizing his mistake. What was with all the animal people too?
"This is Research Building #56. Over a year and a half ago, volunteers from your Region Six- your enclosure, were tasked with an unauthorized infiltration of this building to weed out members of the organization that had been designated traitors by the previous administration. I'm not a politician and I'm not on an ethical committee. So I don't care about what went down then or why. What I do know is that I've lost three of my best teams trying to contain some hellish monster that your people were partly responsible for releasing."
That last portion probably pissed them off, he figured, but he wasn't apologetic and continued. "I know one of you has been in there before. Don't count on it doing much to save your asses. The creature originating from the third floor is now infesting every single level of the building. We have Shifts keeping it in, but the creature is adaptable. We estimate in three days, it will breech the barrier. Your group has forty-eight hours to get in and get out. That's assuming you do get out. No matter how tough or badass you all think you are, going in there cocky drops your chances of survival even lower than it already is."
That, he decided, was enough. He left further explanation to his staff. The scientist followed soon after, explaining that the droids would be accompanying them. He was quite enthusiastic about them and unusually fond of the robots, referring to them all by different pet names chosen by himself (such as 'Sparky' and 'Wires' and so on). He emphasized that they shouldn't be tampered with, urging them to remember the mission and that this was no time to try and steal technology. One final word of warning he imparted on them was to be wary of other droids in the facility. Some of them had been infected by the biological monster, which had apparently found a way to power them by its own life energy, which was more potent than the Shifting that powered the uninfected ones.
A lower ranked officer was the one to see them off. A little starstruck to be working with Lucetians, she hurriedly offered them back packs containing supplies they might need: canteens of water, energy bars, some rations, cutting tools, gas masks, and so on. Resisting the urge to want to reach out and touch Jubei, she smiled awkwardly and led them to a hover platform. (Those who have been on the farm would recognize these as being common there.) After taking the group to the top of the building, the point where they would enter, she saluted and waited for them to disembark. She did so sadly, since she wasn't sure they would actually survive.
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The original layout of the building can be found here It's a ten story complex once used for a wide variety of purposes. The team will need to make their way down from the roof to the third floor, where the creature will be found. Specialist Davis has given them a special bomb to be planted in the heart of the creature. When detonated, it will drag everything in it back into that creature's home world. This is a place no one will want to go, no matter how much they may hate the place.
Each door requires an ID card to bypass. Although Tony was given an adapter card to swipe at each doorway, it will require determining the constantly fluctuating pass code to bypass. Attempting to destroy the doors will be dangerous, as they are heavily reinforced with an unknown variant of metal harder than titanium. They are more likely to bring the building down on them trying to breach it in that manner. The doors blocking stairwells will be even more tightly locked.
The creature grows in a plant like way, but seems to be composed of a mammal-like flesh. Large bulbous eyes grow out of it, making it aware of its surroundings. The team will be watched at all times, but it will only begin to become aggressive once they reach the seventh floor, unless they are openly hostile to it before then. One of the earlier threats will be large gaping mouths from the ceilings, walls, and floors. A putrid gas reeks from inside it, enough that it can paralyze anyone that happen to get a full dose of it. The teeth can stretch out to try and drag in its paralyzed prey. These teeth are razor sharp and nearly indestructible.
The lower they go, the more every surface will be covered in an oily flesh. Although soft, in some places it can be extremely difficult to penetrate. They may be required to burn it away in order to access door panels. One consistent threat they may face are zombie-like MSF soldiers. They resemble walking corpses (with decay already set in), but partially covered by the creature's flesh, with new eyes and mouths on different parts of the body. Those that are from the most recent mission (on floor 5) will still be in possession of semi-automatic machine guns, although their aim will be clumsy. The zombies are extremely strong and resilient, enough to match your average elite cultist.
Some infected droids may yet be encountered. Although their physical condition is rusted and looking beyond repair, they seem to be able to move anyway despite their deteriorated state. Although they have more power than their normal counterparts, the fleshy tentacles that keeps them locked in place are more fragile than their metal components and can be severed. The six droids accompanying them will be quick to destroy any of the remaining parts of the droids. This is just as well, as the parts are corrupted, rusted, and not even fit for scrap metal at this point.
Deeper below, large tentacles will sometimes pierce through the walls and doors (yes, even that harder than titanium stuff) and start openly attacking the group. At this point they will likely start losing some of the droids to the attacks and may suffer grave or fatal injuries themselves. The tentacles are lined with spikes and micro-quills that inject a quick and deadly poison into the system. Although the poison can be magically eradicated, the volunteers will need to ensure that there are no micro-quills still in the skin, as it will continue to inject poison into the victim otherwise.
On the third floor, the group will finally be near the heart of the creature. Zombified creatures that were once scientists and researchers will be present, now fully covered in the creature's flesh and stronger and faster than those on the previous floors. The tentacles will be more aggressive, the mouths hungrier, the entire area will only grow hotter due to their battle. As they draw in closer, they will begin to hear a loud 'thumping' that will increase in intensity, even causing the area to vibrate. This is because their target, at this point, is quite literally a giant heart, about seven meters tall and now crossing into the two floors below. The heart will pulsate and use the same techniques it had been previously to defend itself, but will otherwise be stationary. Although they can attempt to attack it using whatever means, it will regenerate from all damage in moments. They'll just need to cut it open long enough to plant the bomb inside it.
At that point, the group will need to set the timer to escape. It's still impossible to descend from the third floor, so they will have to go straight up as quickly as they can. The creature will be scrambling at that point and although hostile, less directed than before. The building, however, will be on the verge of collapse and may begin falling down on them in some parts. Speed will be the only thing that sees them to the other side.
If they succeed, Specialist Davis will have a hot meal and hot showers waiting for them, before sending them back to Luceti.
You can use this post for questions and plotting!
ROOF - EIGHTH FLOOR
After the officer leaves them on the roof, Shikamaru calls a pow-wow before they enter the building and outlining the plan. Due to the cramped quarters they'll be moving through, he divvies everyone up into teams with specific jobs.]
Keep in contact over the radios. Don't engage anything until it turns hostile. We'll make better time so long as things go smoothly.
[With that, he grabs his gas mask and adds some final words.] I'm responsible for all of your lives here. That is my real mission. So please cooperate with me, and with each other.
[And now, WE MOVE OUT]
[ooc: if you haven't seen it already, please go here. We added another plotting thread for how our characters fare with this.]
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Okay so Melaka isn't really that used to wearing a lot of clothes for her fights. But she is here mostly because it seemed like everyone else was and it sounded like the inside of that one snake. That said, she's never worn a gas mask. She's sort of struggling to get it on right at the top floor.
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Part 2
And once they get down into it, she's antsy from the lack of fighting on the first floor down despite the foreboding atmosphere. The result is that in her team she's more than willing to try to chat them up. Be it "hey boss" at Shikamaru, "hey you" at Frey, or "Stark" at Tony to kick things off]
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[A little conversation doesn't hurt, so long as they're keeping a steady lookout.]
Yo. Everything clear on your end?
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[...'Hey you'....? He doesn't mind conversation much either, seeing as the area looked, for the most part, peaceful for now. Getting to know the group would be helpful.]
My name is Freyjadour.
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Enjoying the scenery so far?
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Part 1?
Can't get the stupid thing on either, huh? Sheesh. You'd think the Malnosso-guys could make the air breathable or somethin'. At least a cooler-looking mask!
Part 1!!!
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[... Okay, so they were all right, being cocky wasn't entirely warranted on this mission.
But Kazooie is convinced that she and these other guys can pull through. She may not know any of them very well, and she's not used to working with so many others, but she's seen what the human-type guys of Luceti are often capable of. They're powerful. And there's that cat-guy as well; they're getting to adventure together after all.
She's ready for this, as much as she can be.
Shouldering her backpack (it feels strange to be wearing one instead of inside one), she prepares to head down into the mouth of hell.
... Okay, how do you get this stupid mask on? (Protip: when you have nostrils on top of your beak, right under your eyes, a gas mask looks especially silly. That might make for some unintentional comedic levity... Or maybe you just want to help her out with it.)
Also, if anybody wants to get the initial "just what the hell are you anyway" gawking out of the way... well, now's the time, before they do any intense fighting.]
[Part 2 - Mostly for teammates:]
[Kazooie doesn't entirely like this. Usually, when it's quiet and there aren't any enemies, it means a boss fight. Though she's become used to a world with no background music, it still gives her the creeps to go through such an area.
Of course, even despite the situation, Kazooie will still talk. And she'll try not to snark at her teammates too much, even if tensions are running high.
If she's not engrossed in the slow walk down into the building, she'll be craning her neck around, taking in all the disturbing sights the building has to offer. Not much worse than Clanker, if she's honest with herself. The eyes are a new thing, though.]
Man, talk about weird... and ugly. A face only a really dumb mother could love...
[Hopefully her muttering insults about the monster to herself isn't too distracting.]
part 2
Gettin' restless?
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Re: ROOF - EIGHTH FLOOR
[Freyjadour was eyeing the gasmask with a bit of wariness before they set out- breathing was important for combat, but how in the world was sticking this over your face suppose to help? He put it on after a moment, but he doesn't seem keen on it at all, even as they head through the eight floor.
As for how he's dressed... he's wearing more covering clothes then he used to, before his return home. The cloth and leather was light, but still strongly made to be protective.]
part two
[A firm believer in communication, Freyjadour will be attempting to speak to each member of the group he had been placed with before they actually enter any combat, all the while occasionally watching the disturbing eyes protruding from this fleshy.... thing, they had come to destroy. It was watching them, wasn't it....? It would be best to not aggravate it, before they had to.]
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You may as well get used to it now, before you really need it.
[Checking up on his team - the other two as well - as he is wont to do while he has the time, he hasn't missed Frey's hesitation about the mask.]
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[If there's one thing made very clear by the specialist's explanation, it's that this mission is every bit as dangerous as it sounded initially. Despite that, though, Joshua - clad in a long-sleeved variant of the outfit he wore during the last draft, albeit wearing gloves rather than bandages - doesn't seem to be particularly alarmed by the new information. If anything, he's oddly calm. And why wouldn't he be? High-risk missions are something he's used to, after all.
...The added risk of this thing potentially breaching the surrounding barrier if they fail is definitely something new, though. But that's just another incentive for them to try their best, right?
Once he finishes putting on his own gas mask, unless someone catches his attention or addresses him first, Joshua's only going to head over to the others in his team before they all head down to the next floor. He doesn't really want to spend more time up here than absolutely necessary, so he'll mostly refrain from starting conversations himself for now.]
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Part 2
[Once they're actually progressing through the floors, there's a bit of a shift in Joshua's behavior: every so often, he'll look toward the bulbous eyes on their surroundings. The flesh covering everything is admittedly a bit strange, but it's those eyes that bother him, and rather noticeably at that. He really does not like the fact that they can't seem to avoid being watched by this creature so far. He's used to hiding from his targets, not being in plain sight, and his repeated glances toward the eyes to confirm if they're still tracking them likely makes it obvious that he's not all that happy about this, to say the least.]
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He'll go ahead and cast Earth Guard on the two of them. He's got more EP, so that is likely best.]
Our priority should be keeping Earth Guard cast on the healers as much as possible.
[And having said that, he'll go ahead and slip on his own gas mask. He only needs a nod of acknowledgment and once the others arrive he can cast with the mask on or not.]
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We're on the same team, yeah? My name's Caius, what's yours?
[He at least wants to be on a first name basis with his team so he's not yelling 'oi you' if something goes wrong.]
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Re: ROOF - EIGHTH FLOOR
[Shikamaru and Melaka are pretty much the only people he knows here. He has absolutely no frame of reference for knowing how well the rest of this team can do--they better be pretty damn competent, because this is not a task to be underestimated. He'd made that mistake on the last draft. He was lucky then. This time, he would be prepared. He would make sure this job got done right.
He's got the adapter card safely locked in a compartment in his armor. On the roof, he'll survey the group, trying to get an idea of who he's working with here. God, he hopes the Malnosso knew what they were doing when they picked this team. Teamwork isn't exactly his forte, and he doesn't want to pick up after someone. Literally or figuratively.]
[Part Two]
[And they're off. There's always a learning curve with hacking an unfamiliar system, so the first door panel takes him a little more time to get through than the rest on the eighth floor do. It's definitely unlike any system he's had to deal with before, but hacking is hacking--you get the concept behind a system, and it's only a matter of time before you figure things out.
He doesn't like this quiet, either. So, he wouldn't mind some conversation right now.]
part one
Meanwhile, Jubei is also glancing toward Tony every now and then. Not because he knows him, but because of that armor suit. Reminds him a lot of one of his better friends and partner from back home. Now isn't the time to be caught up in nostalgia, but he can't help it.]
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part 2
Thought you were supposed to be good at this.
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Part 1!
So... she keeps glancing awkwardly over at Tony every once in awhile, oversized green eyes scrutinizing him with the same look he's probably giving her. After all, a three-and-a-half-foot, brightly-coloured cartoony bird stands out, especially when she has a gas mask sitting crookedly on top of her beak.]
o7!
o/`
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[Caius is understandably a little on edge, given the explanation of what was to come and dividing off into teams. This is so much more organised than some adventure to a new location back home. He's brought a coat with him to cover his arms, not that he's used to battling in anything long-sleeved, and he's fighting with his gas mask to get it on. He's never worn one before, those things are tricky to master!
They're even harder to master when you can turn into a wolf like thing. He transforms quickly just to see how his new attire adjusts with the size change and is annoyed to find the gas mask doesn't properly fit over his muzzle and he needs to alter it each time he changes forms. This might be a problem.]
Part 2
[The creepy eyes are more than a little unnerving and he needs to remind himself not to go and stab one right in the pupil to make it stop staring. He's checking on his team every now and then to make sure everyone is sticking together, either flashing them a thumbs up or quickly throwing out a 'you okay?' to make sure everything is fine.]
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[Caius' transformation doesn't rattle him, sudden as it is. He's reminded of Kiba, actually, just a little. While the others work on getting the door to the roof open, Shikamaru calls over to him.]
No good?
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Part 1... again
Hey, you got another form too?
[... Of course, her Dragon Form needs magic, so it's a slightly different story.]
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After the pow-wow, Leonhardt will be using some of his support arts, most importantly, Earth Guard on himself. Anyone who wants a nice boost of being immune to whatever the next attack can have it as well. He will be especially insistent on Tear and Mia being protected by it. The less the two of them have to worry about dodging things, the more they can concentrate on healing.
Option B
If Leonhardt is bothered by the eyes or the lack of fighting, he's now showing it. He's definitely keeping a careful eye out for anything and already has one shadow out to help keep watch (and it will look exactly like him, gas mask and all). Sooner or later an extra set of eyes is going to be of help, so better to make sure he's ready. He's not being real chatty, but if anyone wants to talk, that's fine. Don't worry if you get the wrong one, at worst he's likely to get a nice chuckle from it.]
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Out of habit, Mia stands still for the spell, smiling at Leonhardt when he appears to be finished. There's something so solid about earth things.]
Thank you. [It's probably hard to see her smile behind the gas mask she's already put on.]
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So why was she so unsettled?
The "first" floor didn't do a lot to calm her nerves, despite the apparent lack of danger. After all, the entrance to a lighthouse was rarely dangerous either.]
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[Jubei doesn't care for the gas mask. He's been around seither - some of the most poisonous stuff anyone can ever inhale back home - for a large portion of his life. Something like noxious fumes can't have too great of an effect on him. Still, he puts it on and covers his head with his hood.
After he finishes up, he simply stays still and waits for Shikamaru to give the order. A sort of meditation if you would. He's barely even twitching and it may come off as eerie given his general appearance.]
Option B
[And they're off. Jubei is again moving through and being overall silent. But, he is almost certainly going to be catching glances at the rest of Group 3. He can't help but make sure that they're alright. It's almost instinctive from his days fighting in the Dark War.]
Option B o/`
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[Tear had been well aware of the dangers of the mission, having spoken with someone in her household who had been a part of the original mission. But now that she knows that their failure would mean the threat would breach the barrier filled with the people she cares for, she is all the more determined to succeed, despite the odds stacked against them. It was similar tot he situation she had been in back home.
She had come dressed in her traditional uniform issued by the Order of Lorelei, but with the addition of having her arms covered and more appropriate footwear. The gas mask, however, makes her frown. It looked like it would get in the way just as much as it could help them to breathe...]
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[Now that they had gone on in their separate teams, Tear finds herself feeling a little unnerved. By no means did she doubt the abilities of her comrades, but the eyes would be enough of a distraction if she weren't putting in so much effort into seeking any remaining threats.
She couldn't allow for those childish fears of hers to get in the way now, for she was a soldier and there were people depending on her.]
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