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Mark's Backdoor (Hurrhurr)

Okay. He clearly wasn't finding anything else at this point, so with that, he decided to go see what Mark was doing, as well as get him these runic weapons he did have on him.

Finding his way back to that first room, he passed the four weapons off onto Mark with a, "The more you find the harder they get to find....." In hindsight he'd probably wish he'd kept one, but if he could get Aren back instead, that would probably be preferable.

HP: 12
Stuff Found: 4

North

He landed, without any sort of grace or elegance, on a pile of weapons. It was a miracle he didn't impale himself on a dagger, but it wasn't like he landed on a pile of soft kittens either. Groaning, he sat up, holding his side from where he was cut, and felt exhausted.

Then he noticed the bracelet, and looked as it glowed red and alerted them to their task.

Kill and be saved. Don't kill, and risk killing everyone else.

Rin was in another room. If he caused her death, he couldn't allow that. She had to live. Standing up, he felt disgusting from the strange waters he had been swimming in before, and looked at the piles of weapons below him.

Looking around, he noticed almost everyone was distracted, looking around and at the cabinets. Would their captors really be so stupid in organizing this and giving them a chance to escape? Wouldn't it be more thought out?

He tried to summon Saliva, but she didn't come. The panic hit hard then, and he took a few deep breathes. He was fine. He was fine. He was in some strange place. Rin wasn't here. She had lost so much. She only had one arm for ******** sake.

She'd be fine, right?

He bent down, picking up a gun, and looked around. If..............if he shot them, he could shoot them at this distance before they got close to him, right?

He had to save Rin.

HP: 15

"Put them there," Mark gestured absently. He had somehow already disassembled three runic weapons and was in the process of taking apart another with the same weapon. "I think I got this almost set up, I just-"

- Everything turned black inside the room followed by five loud red blasts-

"s**t s**t s**t s**t," the Death assistant began to grab everything inside the room. "We gotta move, help me hide these. They must have-"

- The shed suddenly burst open as a series of chains grabbed a hold of Mark and then dragged him off set. All was left was Sol and the shed and some vague scraps of Runic weapons.

As the water subsided, the small blonde was left to hack up whatever water he'd inhaled during the terrifying struggle through the west exit. On his hands and knees, he coughed and gagged until his lungs were sufficiently void of water like they were supposed to be. He wobbled to his feet to see a few others. Gale... Bleh. He could deal, though. And Ami. A decent group. He hated crowds, so this suited him perfectly.

Until Sam and her friend showed up.

So much for his luck. He gave the dark haired woman an untrusting glare as she led him away from the others, wondering if maybe she was going to lecture him about something again.
But he got a hug instead. He froze solid. Just what was her major malfunction? The over acting was so obviously deliberate that he wondered if maybe she was sick. Luckily, she dropped the facade soon enough, through a quiet whisper. Maybe she really was crazy. Why would she be trusting him out of the lot of them to protect them all? What key did she possess? However, Sam always seemed to know what was going on long before Otto did, and she'd gotten him out of one or two binds to date. Hence why he owed her his life. Hence why he was her little b***h.

Fueled by this sudden weight of responsibility, Otto nodded with an uncertain look, eyeing her like he wasn't sure what to think about any of it.

Led back to the others, Otto caught on to the instruction quickly enough. Using his bright orange scarf (that seemed to have remains of burn marks, acid stains and blood stains... maybe he ought to replace it), he covered his arm and quickly plucked the Runic Gun from a pond.

Easy as pie.

HP: 30/60
Aiming For the Runic Gun: GUN GOT

"...Oh no. Mark's gone," Wilson stated in a monotone voice. He looked at the others, held up a hand to say just a moment please and went to find a weapon. And found a buttload of nothing.

HP: 30

"Well," said Taym in reply to Peyton's suggestion that they were going to be pitted against each other quickly, "I'm not interested. I don't know what's hanging around and whatever it is, I'd rather not fight it alone. I'm also not even remotely ******** qualified to lead this expedition," he added to Jason irritably. "I'm pretty sure I'm more the go-unnoticed kind of recruit than the homing-pigeon-supersense kind of recruit. So I nominate someone else to stand in front and be the meat shield. Kostya," he suggested.

He toyed with the cuff on his wrist and thought about the folder waiting on his desk back in his dorm. He really should do something about that.

GROUP BETA - Ian, Finn, Cass, Roland, and Jack

As each of them landed at the end, the door finally snapped open. There were still no signs of weapons anywhere and it was easy to feel vulnerable and exposed.

There was however, an open box. Inside it lay a single wad of Runic bandages, just one. The hall beyond said door seemed wet, the sound of water dripping punctuating the silence. Everything, the walls, ceiling, floor, seemed to be made of thick stone slabs. There was a dark liquid on the ground, most likely water, but it barely splashed at the soles of their feet, in small puddles.