Haz.
Mask? I wear no mask.
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MORI[/div]
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I pressed my palm against the dilapidated wood, musing as some sort of magnetic force pressed back with equal force, preventing even the smallest sliver of skin from making contact with the wall. The more effort I exerted, the more effort was exerted against me, effectively forming an indestructible prison. Perfect defense, huh? My mind raced to any sort of conclusion, any logical weakness that could be of remotely any help, but the only thing it drew were blanks. An exasperated sigh escaped my lips and I slumped back against the forcefield, fiddling with my Evoker to distract myself from our situation.
My eyes traced the far corners of our confinement, glossing over the colorful characters who were each trying their own methods of escape. A black-haired woman was attempting to pick the lock, and although I wasn't confident that it would work, a stray hope lingered in the back of my mind. Ravio and Sheerow were negotiating with some weird man in suspenders, who took clear, err, liberties with the Mushroom Kingdom hero's design. Then, my gaze glazed over a figure approaching me, who I quickly recognized as the golden-haired girl who'd been staring at me in the cafe. With fingers crossed that she wasn't some sort of interdimensional stalker, I fixed my attention on Mami, holstering my firearm and returning an introduction.
"Yuki Makoto."—came my retort, along with a stunned glare at her weird curtsy. Still, I didn't feel the need to withhold information, so a long-story-short came immediately after;
"We got captured by Bowser's kid. This room's covered in, as far as we can tell, some kind of unbreakable, invisible barrie—" yet as I began to explain the situation, a deafening gunshot rang out, followed by the ricochet of lead against splinters. So, someone nonchalantly shot a hole through the ground, and even though that shouldn't have been remotely possible, I just knit my brow, then gave a shrug of surrender. Was it insanely convenient and really, really dumb?
Yeah.
Welcome to my life.
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A struggle with the Mario knockoff later, I dropped through the crack in the floorboards, sweeping aside the gathered sawdust upon landing. The space, dark and claustrophobic, didn't exactly offer much leeway in terms of mobility. Luckily, my body wasn't big enough to pose any issues, but I still wasn't too keen on letting 'Wario' go ahead and plug our only route.
Scampering through the cramped underbelly of the ship, we eventually arrived at a split path, one track leading upwards while the other continued on ahead with no clear destination. Ravio's question didn't have a straight answer, but I had a good enough gist of the battle plan to feel confident in drawing my Evoker immediately.
"I'll lead half of the group for a frontal assault. We can retreat back here and plug the road if things go south. Doctor Ludwig can lead the other team as their primary medic. If you encounter that paper Bowser robot, target the pilots before they can board it; they're going to be at a big disadvantage in an enclosed space, considering how big that thing is, but we can't let our guard down against it again. If we do, it's back to square one, and we probably won't be able to break out with a lucky gunshot like last time."
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[div class=quote]Makoto Yuki
Location: Split path | Interacting with:
thatguyinthestore
Sir Skrubbins
ManyFaces
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Mentions: Mami, Ravio
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I pressed my palm against the dilapidated wood, musing as some sort of magnetic force pressed back with equal force, preventing even the smallest sliver of skin from making contact with the wall. The more effort I exerted, the more effort was exerted against me, effectively forming an indestructible prison. Perfect defense, huh? My mind raced to any sort of conclusion, any logical weakness that could be of remotely any help, but the only thing it drew were blanks. An exasperated sigh escaped my lips and I slumped back against the forcefield, fiddling with my Evoker to distract myself from our situation.
My eyes traced the far corners of our confinement, glossing over the colorful characters who were each trying their own methods of escape. A black-haired woman was attempting to pick the lock, and although I wasn't confident that it would work, a stray hope lingered in the back of my mind. Ravio and Sheerow were negotiating with some weird man in suspenders, who took clear, err, liberties with the Mushroom Kingdom hero's design. Then, my gaze glazed over a figure approaching me, who I quickly recognized as the golden-haired girl who'd been staring at me in the cafe. With fingers crossed that she wasn't some sort of interdimensional stalker, I fixed my attention on Mami, holstering my firearm and returning an introduction.
"Yuki Makoto."—came my retort, along with a stunned glare at her weird curtsy. Still, I didn't feel the need to withhold information, so a long-story-short came immediately after;
"We got captured by Bowser's kid. This room's covered in, as far as we can tell, some kind of unbreakable, invisible barrie—" yet as I began to explain the situation, a deafening gunshot rang out, followed by the ricochet of lead against splinters. So, someone nonchalantly shot a hole through the ground, and even though that shouldn't have been remotely possible, I just knit my brow, then gave a shrug of surrender. Was it insanely convenient and really, really dumb?
Yeah.
Welcome to my life.
---
A struggle with the Mario knockoff later, I dropped through the crack in the floorboards, sweeping aside the gathered sawdust upon landing. The space, dark and claustrophobic, didn't exactly offer much leeway in terms of mobility. Luckily, my body wasn't big enough to pose any issues, but I still wasn't too keen on letting 'Wario' go ahead and plug our only route.
Scampering through the cramped underbelly of the ship, we eventually arrived at a split path, one track leading upwards while the other continued on ahead with no clear destination. Ravio's question didn't have a straight answer, but I had a good enough gist of the battle plan to feel confident in drawing my Evoker immediately.
"I'll lead half of the group for a frontal assault. We can retreat back here and plug the road if things go south. Doctor Ludwig can lead the other team as their primary medic. If you encounter that paper Bowser robot, target the pilots before they can board it; they're going to be at a big disadvantage in an enclosed space, considering how big that thing is, but we can't let our guard down against it again. If we do, it's back to square one, and we probably won't be able to break out with a lucky gunshot like last time."