Eye of the Falls

Tenshi Hinanawi|Below Ground

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Nightwisher said:
“Stay together.” He decided finally. “Unless otherwise told by me, try to stay in one group. It will be less likely to infiltrate our ranks.” And with that, the man stepped onto the first wooden step and descended into the ground, and ultimately into the bunker.
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OK, time to stay close to everyone and 'not' get distracted by any devices this time! Or so, Tenshi thinks. She would follow the group down upon the entrance being uncovered, taking her time as to not suddenly fall down abruptly by missing a step or anything like that. She heard some talk about a code name or something along those lines, trying to dismiss it but tries to remember 'red squid' for later, just in case.
Nightwisher said:
“Everyone who doesn’t have one, grab a weapon,”
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Tenshi smiled and just prepared her blade - unsheathing it and holding it in both hands. She's already armed - and is eager to finally have an excuse to use it. Though - she still had to be careful. Never know when that 'thing' will show up or what it will actually do when they find it. In the mean time - she had to wait until everyone who 'didn't' have a weapon was armed with one - from the ordinary to the out of the ordinary. Seems like this is probably the most dangerous task yet if they're being given actual weapons, right?
Details
Link to CS: Here!
Hex Code: #2969B0
Status (physically): Fine.
Status (mentally/emotionally): Anxious, prepared.
Powers: Earth manipulation
Items: Sword of Hisou (formless and can see into spirits)
Course of action: Stay close to the group unless ordered.
Interactions: Nightwisher Nightwisher
Mentions: (Nope?)
Group: (I mean, pretty much everyone?)
 
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    ~Felix Combeferre Auclair~
    Location: The Bunker
    Inventory:
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    Mood: Curious
    Condition: Broken left arm and three broken ribs on the right side.
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    Felix narrowed his eyes at Byakuya when the flashlight fell across the other’s face. Had that been a smirk? He pushed the thought away as the voting came to an end. Whisper the wolf...He had a feeling that it wasn’t true, but the group had seemed to believe it. The Messorem bit the inside of his cheek gently as Ford called for some of the others to bury the girl’s body. The blonde’s gaze stayed on the blood soaked forest floor where the body was lifted from. Despite how often Felix saw a dead body, he never got used to the look of fresh blood, or the glazed look of lifeless eyes. He closed his eyes as memories flashed behind his eyelids like a movie screen. Benjamin’s eyes, the blood trickling down his forehead, Jacklyn’s eyes, Vincent’s eyes...the memories continued until he was snapped out of it by Ford’s “Let’s go.”

    The walk through the forest was silent, cold… The dead man who couldn’t feel the cold in the dead of winter felt the icy feeling seep into him. It wasn’t so much a cold that existed around him, but one you just knew was there. He remained quiet as the group followed the six fingered man onto the second floor. He called Whisper forward and placed the helmet atop her head and...nothing. The wolf was innocent. Felix relaxed a bit, glad to know his hunch was correct, but now wishing he’d been able to make an argument like he had last time to find the traitor. He hoped next time he’d be able to help the group out just as much as he had at first.

    With the trial over, sleep was the next step. Technically a Messorem does not sleep, however, in cases of extreme injury, they are able to enter a state of Sano, which allows them to heal faster. He wasn’t sure if he was able to reach that state without his powers, but at the very least, he could try. so he sat in one of the open spaces, holding his ax close to him as it glowed a low, crystal blue. His eyes were shut, and he appeared to be asleep but instead he was merely listening to the sounds that haunted him every time there was a lull in his searching.

    Though the souls that he held in his vessel spoke to him from time to time, when the Messorem rested what little of his soul remained, the souls he kept screamed. It was said that being inside of a vessel was similar, if not worse than, passing into Oblivion. There was nothing but the memories of one’s existence, but almost primarily one’s death, and watching a loved one go throughout the rest of their existence as one of the most feared and dangerous beings of their world. A monster. A disgrace to their memories. They were unable to move on from their death and find peace, and he was unable to heal from their memories. It was nothing but a selfish act to trap a human soul inside of a vessel, and it was a decision that Felix suffered the repercussions of constantly. Blood curdling screams from his wife, the cries of his child, begging from his best friend, and disappointed scoldings from his uncle. Three of the souls would alternate the screaming, begging and scolding, but the cries of the child always stayed the same. Most days, those hurt the most. A child that had never been born, had never gotten the opportunity to live, trapped in nothingness. But at least he could hear it, right? Hear the sound he never would have heard otherwise.

    For hours, Felix sat and listened to the souls of his loved ones, making no sign that he was hearing anything. These were the few moments that Dax was far from his mind, though not tonight. Sometimes, he felt guilty that his past would push her away. Though, after being pulled from Oblivion to that strange city, without his ax and with her… he had hoped, unlike he had before, that he’d be able to give himself to demi-goddess more fully than before. When they’d been together in that odd house, he had split his soul in two and given her half of it as a sign of his love and devotion, a sign that despite the souls he carried with him, she was the future that he never imagined he could have. And then he was pulled here, with his ax once again, and without her. He was nothing more than a toy in some cosmic beings set and there was nothing he could do to fight it.
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  • 602725 Guess the silence probably means a yes,otherwise or something. Either way,it was time the gunslinger asked.

    “Right. So....Bill can take over any one of us and then do whatever he wants. Does that also mean that him being dormant in anyone of us lets him see what we're seeing? 'Cause that would be kinda-”

    Before he could add,Prompto noticed Kanna coming towards him,carrying a shotgun which she had found. Not a bad weapon,but....not exactly an easy-to-use sort either. Kneeling down to take the firearm for a little demonstration,he pointed at the forearm of the shotgun (the part which usually slides inward and then outward to reload when shooting).

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    “Right,so uh...this here's the part where your non-trigger-pulling hand should be holding. It's some kinda mechanism to reload the gun after you pulled the trigger once.”

    As blonde-haired gunslinger explained,he pulled the fore-end inwards,where Kanna could see a small lid on the side of the shotgun eject a round of ammo. Quickly catching the unused bullet before it could drop,he then tilted the firearm to show what's beneath of the structure. Prompto then pointed at a closed slot located in front of the trigger-guard.

    “This,would be the part where you slot the ammo in if they aren't used,you just gotta push the shotgun bullet into the barrel from here. The problem with this fella right here is that she kicks back a lot from the mini-explosion occuring inside the shell to shoot several bullets at once.”

    Prompto explained,inserting the shotgun round back into the barrel. He then held the shotgun backwards (The safety is on to lock the trigger) and pointed at the opposite end of the shotgun (opposite of the muzzle essentially).

    “Anyone holding this gun would usually have the butt of the rifle placed between your shooting-arm and the body. Kinda like this.”

    With the safety still on,Prompto held the shotgun,pointing it away from the rest of the group in case someone thinks he was trying to kill someone as he showed the little dragon girl the correct way to hold it.

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    He eventually handed the shotgun back to Kanna,although he looked a little skeptical about her using a shotgun. Though really,the sight of a kid like her holding any guns in general would've freaked him out. But for someone her size,he wasn't sure if she could manage to stop the shotgun's recoil from pushing her down onto the ground. Plus,a shotgun's more effective as a short to mid-ranged firearm. Any further than that and the bullets will just fly towards other directions and not hit the target.

    “You sure you wanna use this though? A shotgun is....not really easy to use after all.”
 
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Kanna listened to every detail about how the shotgun works, but it seems that Prompto is a but uneasy seeing a kid like her handling a firearm this large and powerful. As he handed back the shotgun to her, he asked if she is alright with using the shotgun. She nods, willing to take the risk of using the firearm...before she practices her aiming until she aims it directly at Juliet.

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You smile this wide toothy smile as Julie hopped onto your shoulder and onto the branch. You had NEVER managed to be this helpful on Alternia!! Ford also seemed rather happy with your efforts, which added a glimmer of joy to your eyes, even if no one could see them. As the group goes inside, Ford reveals a collection of weapons.... but.... they are all sorta too small for your hands..... well... except the TNT!!

You pick up at least six entire boxes of the explosives and stack them all on one hand as if they were weightless. You then ‘captchalogue’ the boxes into your sylladex, which replaces them with some type of card. The card looked like a giant SD chip. The card had a black silhouette of the boxes and now read “bombKind” on its label. You tuck the card into your pocket and smile. You decide maybe to pay a bit more attention to the group... you wanted more opportunities to be at least a little bit helpful.

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Orbeck of Vinheim
Status: into the bunker​

Orbeck takes notice of the fake tree branch; is this meant to be some sort of trap door? Before he can ponder any further, Orbeck was alerted to the now frustrated Julie and her hunger for attention. What does she has to say about her self?

"Aaa mou, URUSE!!! Chou taikutsu ni suru wa, tairarenai!"

Orbeck can't speak Japanese, nor does he knows that it exists. But it doesn't take a genius to tell of her frustration.

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"First, you give them actual good advice, with the small amount of care you've found to give...", the nekomata turned to the tree, tail swishing this and that way to keep her balance, "Only to get dismissed like nothing. Then you're in an actual good mood for once, just casually giving off knowledge as you go...!", she leapt again, this time landing onto the pine-tree, "And then you get ignored!", the siamese kept going leaping from branch to branch as she made her way up to the right one, "I miss London, at least there the humans paid attention to me! Even if most of them are just interested in 'Julie', the actress. Or are mostly drunks and rapists about to become dinner..."
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So, just as expected. Julie was craving for some attention. As far as he knows, no one is obligated to listen to a cat with a smug of superiority and a carelessness of outher lives. 300 years, yet she settles with this attitude of all things? When will that simple truth get to her?

Regardless, Ford told her off anyways, so there was no need for Orbeck to speak up. The most he did was look at Julie with an expression that says 'what did you expect?'.
The group headed down the spiraling stair case until they reached the bunker in question. Orbeck would had wanted a longer blade like that of the machete. But it would be idiot to deprive the other's of any effective weaponry. He mostly stood by as everyone was twiddling with sparse amount of weapons... until he saw the crossbreed (Kanna) point a shotgun at Julie.

"If you're going to point that...gun anywhere, then point it away from the group, please. I know that Julie may as well be as elitist as a certain blond young man. But refrain from it."

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  • 602754 Noticing exactly where Kanna was aiming at,Prompto quickly moved his finger onto the top of the shotgun's muzzle,pushing it down so that it was pointing the ground. Luckily the most she got was just a warning from Snape(?) for aiming at a cat. Smiling sheepishly at the other guy,Prompto apologised quickly before checking if the safety's still on. Luckily it is. Although it still can be dangerous if one found themselves being pointed at by an armed person.

    “Try not to aim at everyone else here,Kanna. They wouldn't know if the trigger's still locked.”
 
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A loud painful hiss echoed from high up in the tree as a flash of light had decided to assault the cat's eyes. Too bright!! Her puppils contracted trying to minimize the income of the camera's flash but the damage was done. Julie had taken a step back on the branch, seeing nothing but dancing sparkles in her vision, her hind paw stepped on nothing but air and the balance had been lost.

The Siamese fell. Off the fake branch, getting caught in the one right below, hanging from it like a hung towel, claws of her front paws firm in the bark of the branch.

"You could have appreciated it with less pain!", she hissed in a complaint, tail puffed up with shock, swinging herself towards the trunk of the tree to properly make her way down.

Letting go of the branch, the nekomata had stuck all her claws into the trunk and then allowed herself to slowly but surely, slide down the tree by slightly removing her nails from it, letting gravity do its job. Once down, and vowing to never climb another tree near these idiots again, Julie had sat down and begun grooming her fur back, the almost-falling situation having made it into a huge mess.

And then they were back to ignoring her. Obviously. Fine, if that was the game they were going to play then Julie would become the most irritating intruding member ever!! Try and ignore this!

"We need to out it.", she chimed in, tail still swishing angrily behind her, interrupting the man with an odd contraption and the soldier's conversation, "If it was shape-shifting youkai magic, outing it would break the spell, but since it is biological, It's easy to guess that hiding its true self it's simply instinct for it."

"Put it against a wall, make as many questions as possible and watch it grow increasingly distressed. It will try to deny the facts, attempt to convince us that it is someone else, get frustrated, angry, feel helpless. It will try to run away to change forms and we should not give it the chance to, at least, not until it decides to attack back first. A cornered animal will resort to violence if it feels like it is in danger. That is when we should let it go but follow secretly, perhaps even have someone already waiting in that direction and ambush the thing."

"Knowing how it thinks and what it wants, -- which is probably to eat us--, makes it a lot easier to plan against it.", Julie licked her paw and rubbed her muzzle with it before continuing, "I'm not sure how rational this thing is, but I expect not much from what I've already heard about it."

“Have you ever considered that maybe your advice isn’t as good as you thought?", the cat's ears twitched with the income of the new voice, "Or that your knowledge may pertain to your world but possibly not to this one? Or that people don’t want to pay attention to you because of how you treat them?”​

Julie stopped. For a moment she had been playfully giving instructions, but Ford's words had caused her to remain unmoving for the next minute, a next minute that had felt like an eternity. She got up, standing on her four paws high and might, glancing at the man with a cold, glacial gaze that was devoid of any emotion and seemed to look at him beyond his physical form. What the nekomata was looking at wasn't Ford, the one human before her, it was the entirety of the human race as if put inside a single person:

"What, are you expecting for us to connect? To trust each other?", her tone was at a surface level, uncaring and indifferent, but something about it still sounded off, like someone that was not telling the full story, "For what? So that you may betray me when my guard is down, human?"

"It's not like we're here on vacation.", she scoffed, insinuating the man's guilt over the whole situation, "I don't have to be pleasant, I don't have to wear pretendings and personas the same way you wear your clothes. The moment the play was at work was the moment I realized that just for this... chapter of my life, I could be myself and simply that."

"Not that a human would really understand. You're constantly playing pretend with each other, hiding second intentions, stabbing your friends in the back... What I do to remain alive is merely child's play for your kind."

"Think about it for a moment... Who are the real monsters? Creatures like me and whatever that thing is down there, who are just trying to survive, or humanity itself, battling and killing their own for the most ridiculous, unimportant matters ever?"

She was done. Just, utterly done.
They had finally broken the nekomata as feelings, ideas and wants that had remained locked up deep down put their muzzles out of the water. Now that she had started thinking about it, about old betrayals, about naive wishes, they couldn't simply be ignored, draining every bit of anticipation towards the shape-shifter hunt Julie had once had.

There was nothing else to be said, there was nothing that could be changed. Who cared? Who cared indeed. Maybe no one cared, maybe no one would. The hand of fate was a harsh one, leading all through their journey until the end of the line, the highest peak of the mountain, only to push you from there. It wasn't supposed to be like this? Nothing but lies, there was no other way for things to be. One could only watch and wail as the earth spun, oblivious of the suffering of those that resided in it.

Surely, free will was nothing more than a mythos to make others feel good about themselves. Surely, the end would always be the same.

Lost in her thoughts and philosophies, Julie had failed to notice the lavender-haired girl point a gun at her, or maybe she had just not cared enough to move away from it. Likewise, the words of the blonde adult human and the prying human from before were scattered in the wind without much acknowledgement, the later one merely getting a look before the cat's attention went back at the ground in-between her front paws.

Going back home to live a marginalized cursed existence didn't exactly sound that enticing either out of a sudden.


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Benedict nodded at Ford, “A wise decision”. Josh carried Benedict down to the bunker and as everyone was choosing weapons, Benedict and Josh pulled out theirs, Benedict set his pistol to stun, and Josh put on his helmet. “Ah.....good work Josh, you wouldn’t want to sustain...cranial damage.” Benedict commanded Josh to pull out the tea set as they waited for their next instructions from Ford

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Orbeck of Vinheim
Status: answering a crossbreed about a sulking cat.​
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Kanna Kamui

Kanna nodded at both Prompto and Orbeck after the former told her not to aim her shotgun at people. She kept her gun and then she turns to Orbeck to ask "What's with her?"

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Orbeck only looks at what was left of the prideful, manipulative, taunting, curiosity driven cat. Witnessing her dead eyed demeanor.

Is that what she truly stands by? That the world is simply a harsh obstacle that pulls you down bit by bit? Or was it more like an unintended role that she was forced into? Regardless, her demeanor was some what of a disappointment to the undead sorcerer. As for why he would be disappointed, he simply expected more from her.

Orbeck proceeds to head towards Julie crouching down as to avoid any prying eyes or ears. He remains silent for a moment before speaking.

"I'm not going to pretend to be a practitioner in comforting nor a scholar of philosophy. As far as I can tell from last night, I'm atrocious at the former." He said in a gleeful tone. He clears his throat before continuing in a near whisper "I assume that someone like your self would be more resilient to this sort of meaningless despair. It may help to share your thoughts to relieve you of the burden you carry...and perhaps I can share with you my own burdens?" Orbeck will most likely exaggerate the problem...or will he do the opposite?


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Kanna Kamui

Kanna looked over to Julie and she looks very sad. She briefly looks up to Prompto and then she goes over to the nekomata. She crouches down right in front of her, looking at her pitiful state before proceeding to pet her in an attempt to cheer her up. "Kitty..." She quietly says.

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Fulgore stares Ford down, before explaining what he as figured out.

"I have noticed that Bill's victims have been people who's actions have gotten us delayed. Mabel's account points to Doom Guy having been one of the main ones who aggravated the Gnome hoard, and Plutia alerted Poolcheck to our presence when she jumped into the pool. I have little doubt the next target will be either one who is smart enough to figure out this trend, or the next one to fulfill such a requirement. In addition, it means that the Demon WANTS the portal to be completed, and as such it may be best for you to destroy it while you have the chance, instead of allowing him what he wants."

After following Ford and the rest of the group to the Bunker, and looking over the selection of gear, Fulgore forgoes any weapon, the ones on the table being either too small/few to replace his plasma blades, or to awkward to fit with his preferred combat style. Besides, his programing does include some Hand-to-Hand to fit with his fighting style, so he will have that going for him.

"Password saved: Dilly Pickle. [Color] Squid."

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Epsilo Gamman

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As you pocket the ‘strife card’ that contained the explosives, you notice a figure similar to you in height and possibly strength talking to Ford. He brought up.. a pattern... You make a huffy sigh and approach him, possibly bigger than him, but who knows.

“So what do you suggest for the people who want to get back to their own worlds... personally I have nothing but some cave I call home, but what about people who HAVE to get back. I’m not suggesting we continue to open the portal but.. if there is a pattern to the killing, what were to happen if we ALL halted progress...”

You kick your foot a little and hope you don’t sound silly or anything. This was probably something you didn’t understand.. but you tried your best to make a valid statement.

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"I can provide a distraction if needed," Frank heard, turning to see Traksa check her weapon before giving him a nod, as if Frank was the one in charge. He supposed in terms of orchestrating his attack, he was - who else would give the signal?

"Well, alright. I appreciate that. Be careful, though - we don't need anybody becoming live bait." Frank said, slinging the Paddlesaw over his back as he followed Ford's descent down the wooden stairs and into his creepy, ramshackle old bunker. "You'll probably be safe with your swanky armour, but this guy can throw anything at us. If it gets too hot, don't stick your neck out just so I can get a swing in."

Truth be told, he just wasn't much of a fan of burying bodies in the forest. He gulped. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

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Frank and the crew, after descending the severe tripping hazard that was the spiral wooden staircase, quickly found themselves in the bunker itself. Frank wasn't really too sure what he was expecting to find - of course it's an old bunker, so they wouldn't be finding laboratory equipment or working machinery, but Frank had envisaged some sort of high-end, Cold War-esque bunker; a bunker that important scientist folk like Ford do important work in.

At least, he had hoped - that kind of bunker makes for much better pictures. He shrugged and took a quick shot of the bunker anyway; no need to be elitist about your private workplace. Frank technically didn't even have one himself, besides the great outdoors -

"Achoo!"

After sniffing and rubbing his nose, Frank heard Ford give a relaxed sort of sigh before speaking. “Just how I left it, though, a bit more dusty I guess.” He said, then resorting to a good-natured chuckle.

"Yeah, no kidding..." Frank coughed, attempting a chuckle of his own, stifled by the sheer amount of dust that the bunker had accumulated like a fresh coat of paint. "I'm feeling more like an archaeologist than a journalist." Sure, the bunker may have been unpleasant to breathe in, but Frank could feel the uneasy atmosphere among the group begin to fade away. Funny, he thought, considering Ford could remodel this place as a Halloween haunted house.

"Alright, everyone who doesn’t have one, grab a weapon,” Ford began, turning to face the group before opening up the weapons cabinet at the back of the room. The fact that even this was covered in dust made its opening seem more like the group were watching at a museum, rather than kitting themselves out to fight a shapeshifting monster.

Frank was impressed at what he saw inside, failing to contain a smile that had crept up on his lips. If he had this kind of stuff at Willamette, he would have been able to unleash all kinds of creative Hell on those zombies. He wasn't sure what was up with the Pez dispenser, but his handyman instinct told him that it had some use. Maybe they could strap bombs to it and throw it.

"You guys take your pick. I'm packing heat here already." Frank said, stepping out of the way so the others could access the cabinet more easily. He saw Morgana take the machete, Isabelle take a grenade, Hiryu take a knife...

... and Kanna, the kid, take the shotgun?

He watched, bewildered, as Prompto showed her how to use it. He was surprised someone of her size was even able to lift and use it; he was all for kids arming and defending themselves, after all, where he came from, they certainly had to - but they typically used something they could actually handle, like a pistol. Frank looked over and saw that the revolver was right there - he questioned why Prompto wouldn't have her use that instead. If she fires that thing, she's going to be knocked down flat, he thought.

His concerns were nearly proven correct, as Kanna nearly turned Julie into a red smudge on the ground. Frank breathed a sigh of relief when Prompto pushed the barrel down, considering he had loaded a live round.

Watching the two, he calmly shook his head. The kid was probably going to find the shotgun a little difficult to fire more than once. Her arms were barely long enough to grip down to the fore-end. Giving a brief sigh to himself, he walked over to the two, brandishing his Benelli M4 Super 90 semi-automatic shotgun.

"Listen," he began, looking at Prompto. "I'm not gonna tell you what to do. If you're gonna give the kid the shotgun, then fine, but I think she's going to find the pump-action mechanism a little difficult," he said, holding out his semi-automatic shotgun as if inviting him to take it. "If she wants, she can borrow mine for this mission. It's semi-automatic, and it should be a Hell of a lot lighter and easier to use," he offered. He figured it made a lot more sense - if she insisted, then fine, but he just hoped Prompto knew what he was doing.​
 
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    ~Felix Combeferre Auclair~
    Location: The Bunker
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    Condition: Broken left arm and three broken ribs on the right side.
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    Felix narrowed his eyes at Byakuya when the flashlight fell across the other’s face. Had that been a smirk? He pushed the thought away as the voting came to an end. Whisper the wolf...He had a feeling that it wasn’t true, but the group had seemed to believe it. The Messorem bit the inside of his cheek gently as Ford called for some of the others to bury the girl’s body. The blonde’s gaze stayed on the blood soaked forest floor where the body was lifted from. Despite how often Felix saw a dead body, he never got used to the look of fresh blood, or the glazed look of lifeless eyes. He closed his eyes as memories flashed behind his eyelids like a movie screen. Benjamin’s eyes, the blood trickling down his forehead, Jacklyn’s eyes, Vincent’s eyes...the memories continued until he was snapped out of it by Ford’s “Let’s go.”

    The walk through the forest was silent, cold… The dead man who couldn’t feel the cold in the dead of winter felt the icy feeling seep into him. It wasn’t so much a cold that existed around him, but one you just knew was there. He remained quiet as the group followed the six fingered man onto the second floor. He called Whisper forward and placed the helmet atop her head and...nothing. The wolf was innocent. Felix relaxed a bit, glad to know his hunch was correct, but now wishing he’d been able to make an argument like he had last time to find the traitor. He hoped next time he’d be able to help the group out just as much as he had at first.

    With the trial over, sleep was the next step. Technically a Messorem does not sleep, however, in cases of extreme injury, they are able to enter a state of Sano, which allows them to heal faster. He wasn’t sure if he was able to reach that state without his powers, but at the very least, he could try. so he sat in one of the open spaces, holding his ax close to him as it glowed a low, crystal blue. His eyes were shut, and he appeared to be asleep but instead he was merely listening to the sounds that haunted him every time there was a lull in his searching.

    Though the souls that he held in his vessel spoke to him from time to time, when the Messorem rested what little of his soul remained, the souls he kept screamed. It was said that being inside of a vessel was similar, if not worse than, passing into Oblivion. There was nothing but the memories of one’s existence, but almost primarily one’s death, and watching a loved one go throughout the rest of their existence as one of the most feared and dangerous beings of their world. A monster. A disgrace to their memories. They were unable to move on from their death and find peace, and he was unable to heal from their memories. It was nothing but a selfish act to trap a human soul inside of a vessel, and it was a decision that Felix suffered the repercussions of constantly. Blood curdling screams from his wife, the cries of his child, begging from his best friend, and disappointed scoldings from his uncle. Three of the souls would alternate the screaming, begging and scolding, but the cries of the child always stayed the same. Most days, those hurt the most. A child that had never been born, had never gotten the opportunity to live, trapped in nothingness. But at least he could hear it, right? Hear the sound he never would have heard otherwise.

    For hours, Felix sat and listened to the souls of his loved ones, making no sign that he was hearing anything. These were the few moments that Dax was far from his mind, though not tonight. Sometimes, he felt guilty that his past would push her away. Though, after being pulled from Oblivion to that strange city, without his ax and with her… he had hoped, unlike he had before, that he’d be able to give himself to demi-goddess more fully than before. When they’d been together in that odd house, he had split his soul in two and given her half of it as a sign of his love and devotion, a sign that despite the souls he carried with him, she was the future that he never imagined he could have. And then he was pulled here, with his ax once again, and without her. He was nothing more than a toy in some cosmic beings set and there was nothing he could do to fight it.
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    Sarah thought of the two passwords if the creature shape shifted into them.

    “Red Squid, Dilly Pickle.” Strange but it works.

    Sarah turned to Felix “Felix, we should come up with something in case the shapeshifter tries to change into me or John. “How about this, for us? “No fate”

    She looked up a second “It’s something me and John say all the time, the shapeshifter wouldn’t know that.”

    She looked over at Felix as he asked her and John a question.

    “Felix, we slept in shifts. We usually do that in case something happened back home.As Felix looked like he was staring, Sarah placed a hand on his shoulder “Felix, are you alright?”

    Her cold eyes tried to understand the reality Felix went through, holding the souls of his family and hearing them screams.

    The terminator huntress worried constatly to protect John from any other threats.

    Ford interrupted them as everyone walked toward the Bunker.

    Sarah stared at the cabinet “Reminds me of the nuclear bunker we had to go through a long time ago, Ford.”

    Others picked out weapons from the area. Sarah eyed the weapons, and a few seemed familiar.

    “Anybody need help working some of your new weapons?”


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    The general was quieter than usual as he stood near his mother for a while just wondering how Felix was holding up. But his thoughts changed after Ford took them down in a old nuclear bunker.

    “I stayed down in a bunker for years before Judgement Day. You can imagine how long that was.

    The general just stared down at the dusty plasma rifle from his future war.

    He needed to get home.

    That reminded him of why he needed to get home.

    There was still a reason to fight on.

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  • As people began to throw their opinions on who the traitor was, Cole seemed relatively indecisive. Sure, the four-eyed prick was probably right... but something seemed off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but looking Whisper up and down... He had no logical reason to doubt her as a target, but his 'inner conscience'- or whatever he thought it was- nagged at him to think twice before voting.

    Turns out his hesitation was unnecessary. The group had a huge majority vote against the She-wolf anyways, so he merely shrugged and nodded at Byakuya when he asked if everyone was done. He figured he didn't need to cast his vote upon the wolf- what was one vote going to do, anyways?- as everyone hauled her off for the Ford guy to test. But when all the devices were all set up and the switch was flipped there was no sign of that Yellow Chip in the canine's mind. She was innocent. MacGrath sighed a breath he didn't even know he was holding just like the old man, partially relieved that he could somewhat trust her. Unfortunately, this still meant there was a killer lurking amongst the group- possibly more. When people began to go to bed, MacGrath tried his best to stay awake and keep watch. The only problem? He wasn't a Conduit any more. As everyone fell asleep, the ex-electrician stayed up a few hours up until midnight just before slumping back against the wall he was leaning against, closing his icy eyes, and falling into a slumber.

    When he woke up about four hours later, everyone was already up and about. Something about going to meet a shapeshifter to get its skin. Either way, the Electric Man didn't quite get everything out of all the conversations- too groggy to truly comprehend much, and hindered by his loss of Conduit abilities, the need to sleep was something he'd completely forgotten when lightning was at his fingertips a few months ago. He ended up hearing something about a code word, though- "Dilly Pickle" and "Red Squid", the latter as a fallback. Yeah, sure he'd keep that in mind. Within moments they had flipped some kinda secret lever to the bunker, allowing everyone to shuffle down the stairs and into the musty place. A load of weapons awaited them- in particular, a revolver caught his eye. The Demon grinned as he hoisted the revolver to eyesight, examining it for a few moments.

    "Zeke always loved his six shooters..." The man commented with a smile before putting it down for someone else to possibly take. He was a fine fighter with his Amp, and gunplay wasn't the same as being able to shoot lightning.
 
“Bunkers are good when you need to hide.” The Author agreed with Sarah when she’d stated that her and John had been in one like this before. Ford’s attention turned back to Prompto as the man asked his question. A good one, at that. “Well, Bill has the ability to take over anyone, but he is restrained by the fact that he has to make a deal with them to get access to their minds.” He explained. “With that, there’s a possibility that the traitors were either controlled, or they did Bill’s bidding of their own free will, possibly manipulated into it, but of their own free will nonetheless. As for Bill watching… there’s a possibility of that as well, but knowing Bill...This seems too calm for him to just stay hidden when he’s given access so willingly.” The Author mused over the idea for a moment and then shook his head. “Yes, far too calm.”

The man was once again pulled from his thoughts as Julie started speaking once more. Again, talking as if she understood the world she didn’t understand. “That’s actually not true,” the man stated simply. “The Shape Shifter has no worries of showing his true form, mostly because his DNA changes so often, he usually cannot hold a specific form for more than a few minutes, maybe a bit longer.” He wasn’t sure how cornering it and asking it questions would do anything. It would be better to just get the flesh and run if it’s cornered. “Oh,” Ford turned to the group, addressing them all. “Something I forgot to mention earlier. The Shape Shifter can mix forms. It could be a spider with a flaming head, or...well...quite literally anything. As for what it wants,” The Author pulled the Journal 3 from his pocket. “Is this. It would be able to turn into any creature from Gravity Falls if it read this.” It was bait, but a dangerous kind of bait. If the Shape Shifter did get his hands on it, it was going to be significantly harder to beat it.

And of course, Julie took more offense to his words than he meant. It was odd how she could be so unaware of her self. “To each other if you wish, the world you currently reside. Something that doesn’t make you think you’re all knowing in a world so new to you..” Of course he understood why they wouldn’t want to trust each other, but she had a superiority complex that rivaled anyone else here, and that was dangerous. “No, you’re right.” Ford agreed. “You don’t have to do anything. But the others also don’t have to give you the attention you beg for, either. Or listen to your rantings.” She couldn’t ask for attention and then refuse to be nice, it was just childish. As the cat decided to attack all of humankind, the man merely shrugged. Was he going to deny the fact that people did do those things? Of course not. Some, even most, did.

“I never claimed people weren’t monsters. I never claimed you were one. Seems like you put yourself in that position in your mind and are projecting your feelings on to us to us to justify your terrible attitude. Now,” Ford clapped his hands together. “Has everyone picked a weapon to use?” He had turned his attention away from Julie and back to the group. It looked like there was still one grenade, the dagger, the mace, and the Pez Dispenser. Good, it seemed those that hadn’t taken a weapon yet were still choosing or already had some of their own. He was about the tell the group what they had to do next when Fulgore spoke.

“I see…” Ford hesitated as he thought over the robot’s observations. “I think that is something we will have to think over more,” he finally stated. “I understand your concerns, and I think there is a possibility you’re right,” he really didn’t like the idea of it though. “But there are a few things that it could be. Maybe a coincidence, maybe the traitors had something against those they killed, or maybe it was something else entirely.” Ford sighed, adjusting his glasses as he tried to think of something, anything, that it could be other than that specific idea. He refused to be used by Bill like this again.

“Anyway,” Ford called over the group’s chatter, pushing away his thoughts. He could think on this more later on, when they had less pressing matters. “For those of you who want to, or can, be a distraction,” he gestured to Traksa. “That will be helpful for those of you who cannot. I’ll run distraction as well, since I have the Journal.” He nodded to the soldier he’d gestured to and smiled. “Those who offer as distractions will split into the leading and back of the group, those who don’t want to be distractions in the middle." He gave another nod before stepping forward and removing the map of Gravity Falls from the wall.

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Behind the piece of paper was a circular vault door that read “Caution: Stay Out”. Ford opened the door without hesitation and led the group through the crawl space that was big enough for everyone to at least crawl through. Those who were small could easily walk. As he stepped came out the other end the man inhaled sharply, biting down on a curse. “I forgot.” He pulled out the Journal quickly as the small cubed room made up of smaller cubes, with no doors or windows started to fill with other members.

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Strange ruins were painted on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room. “Careful,” the Author warned, but it had come too late. Felix had already moved to the side to let another pass and stepped onto a floor tile that moved under his feet, lighting up the ruins on the

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“Here!” Ford clicked on a black light flashlight he'd been keeping in his pocket and shone it on the page before allowing everyone to see it. “Find these four ruins and press them in this order!”

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“Anyway,” Ford called over the group’s chatter, pushing away his thoughts. He could think on this more later on, when they had less pressing matters. “For those of you who want to, or can, be a distraction,” he gestured to Traksa. “That will be helpful for those of you who cannot. I’ll run distraction as well, since I have the Journal.” He nodded to the soldier he’d gestured to and smiled. “Those who offer as distractions will split into the leading and back of the group, those who don’t want to be distractions in the middle." He gave another nod before stepping forward and removing the map of Gravity Falls from the wall.
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Distractions at the back, non distractions in the middle... Got it. Tenshi wasn't really sure of what she would hope to find in this mess, but didn't want to be a distraction anyhow - and would much rather keep eyes on anything else. So, she would intend to stay around the middle. Her thoughts and hopes of a hopefully easy journey would almost immediately be shot down when the ground lit up various runes left on each individual stone.
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1, 2, 3, 4... Just four runes, in the order of which they are numbered. Tenshi panicked in this sudden change of pace but tried to help out as best she could, managing to find rune number 1 out of the corner of her eye and then divert her gaze to it - that's one they were looking for! "Gotcha!" She said proudly, leaping towards it and stomping on it as if to press it. That's one down. And three to go.
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Hex Code: #2969B0
Status (physically): Fine.
Status (mentally/emotionally): Panicked.
Powers: Earth manipulation
Items: Sword of Hisou (formless and can see into spirits)
Course of action: Stay close to the group unless ordered, help in finding and pressing the runes in order.
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Fulgore regards the grey skinned being, his eyes dimming slightly, taking a less harsh look.
"It is not a matter of want, but of necessity. And on the matter of loved ones, would they really want to bring a cross dimensional being like Bill into their world? If he is anything like Gargos from my home realm, then he has the power to kill beings considered gods. Even if I don't like it, is our lives worth all of our universes? Your concern is justified, and I'm not saying we should stop, I'm saying we should be ready to make the hard choice if it comes down to it."
Fulgore pats the troll on the shoulder and follows Ford, taking a position of distraction in the front. He hopes that Ford was right about the Shapeshifter not being able to copy his disabled weapons, or this would get ugly Fast.
Speaking of Ugly fast, the Prototype had barely managed to stand back up from squeezing into the room when everything went to hell. Fulgore scanned over the Paper, and the room, searching for the Runes. After hearing Tenshi proclaim her capture, Fulgore spots the vaguely lobster shaped Second Rune, and launches himself forward, a puff of smoke coming from his jet boosters as they fail to fire. He compensates for the lack of momentum and slaps a hand down upon the Symbol marked Second.
"Target Identified and Captured"
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Benedict got off of Josh, “Ah.....Josh, time for another promotion opportunity” He said as he pointed to the third rune, Josh saluted Benedict and threw himself toward it, crashing into it with his helmet. “Ah....Josh, you’ve been promoted to......decent servant.” Benedict said, putting another star sticker on his chest.

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Johnson was quiet during the entire trip. Frankly, he didn't have much to add to any of the conversations, so he just indulged in a cigar of his and kept his assault rifle loaded and ready. As they entered the vault, He had to act quick. Scanning the room, he noticed the rune that ford had labeled "fourth", and was quick to dash over and touch the rune.

"Last Rune down!"

He barked, tersely.

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Morgana was a little shocked at the sudden change of pace. They had to press all the right runes and fast. He got ready to charge at one of the right runes. “Ok guys let’s do this qui- Oh wait we are done? Oh uh... ok then.”

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The moment the last ruin was pressed, a door in the center of the far wall from the entrance appeared, swinging open for everyone to go through. However, the ruins did not stop moving. “Go! Now!” Ford barked, hurrying through the ruins as they started to press closer and closer together. They had found the ruins quickly, which meant there should be enough time for everyone to pass through the door without getting smashed into jelly.

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As everyone gathered their new surroundings, they would find that they were in a lab of some sorts. Beakers and old chemistry equipment sat, untouched and dusty, on the counter to the left, while the wall to the right was completely taken up by old computer monitors and recording equipment. “Welcome to my observation area.” The man smiled proudly as memories rushed back to him. Now, all they had to do was get into the actual lab.

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Ford stepped forward and opened a large, heavy metal door before typing in a code that opened up into yet another lab area filled with large, glass cylinder containers; clearly meant to hold specimen that were human sized or bigger. “And welcome to my lab.” His voice was slightly less happy as the containment cylinder at the center of the lab was broken, shattered, thick pieces of glass covered the floor next to it. He had hoped that the Shape Shifter hadn’t gotten out, but he also knew that was wishful thinking.

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The further into the lab the group got, they would realize that there were huge holes in the wall of the lab, which looked like they’d been dug by some kind of giant insect. “Great,” Ford sighed. “Those holes most likely lead to an intricate tunnel system and I have no idea what could be in there.” He turned to address the group, trying to decide if he should split them up to cover more ground or stay together for safety in numbers. There was still a traitor on the loose as well...“Let's go." He finally stated, deciding it would be better to just keep everyone together. "Keep an eye out for anything. Anything at all."

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