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15 minutes of walking, uneventful as expected. Stalkers antics added to the walk, humming sort of melody, one unfamiliar to him. Their captains antics hopefully wouldn't rub off on the rookies, there was plenty enough crazy in mishaps as is. No surprise, as per their procedure two zombies clambered off to scout ahead.

Almost naturally he pulled a throwing knife from its sheath, flipping his wrist and reversing it so the blunt end barely touches elbow. "Lets just hope everything goes as planned and the twins aren't together..."

After pausing for several long moments, as she concentrated on the scouting, Riley finally nodded for the go ahead. Checking to make sure the head was still tucked safely under her arm, she started forward again at a faster pace. It took around another five minutes before the shape of a door, came in to view.

With each step, it became more and more prominent. And with each step it slowly became apparent that the door, wasn't even really a door anymore. Standing next to the frame were Xinrie's two zombies, both idling in wait. The door was blackened with soot and caved in upon itself, lying several yards into the the laundry room. The frame that once held it, still had the hinges dangling precariously on the ruined siding. Obviously the twins had found this tunnel, but couldn't dig their way out, so they must have left to find another place to 'play' in the building. Or at least that was Stalker's best guess.

Hesitantly pausing, she shifted the head to rest underneath her left arm, and slowly drew her glock from it's holster. Signaling for a slow creep forward, she began to sidle towards the door with her gun cocked and pointed at an angle to the floor. Yeah, she knew that a gun wouldn't do a whole lot against some techno-paths, but it made her feel a little bit safer.


Ike's mouth cocked into a smile one more. "Only Stalker, Rubiks, and Copperfield have ever broken the security system to the dorms. Nothing to worry about though, they're harmless....most of the time." Letting the door slide shut, he stepped away from it and took his place as lead once more. Upon hearing the other girl's question, he raised his brow a smidgen at the sight of the book.

"I am seven hundred and thirty nine years old...but who's counting?" He replied with a yawn. Wandering further in, he cast his hand along the expansive hall that unfolded before them. A long series of rather fancy looking tiles decorated the hall, was well as a few statuettes and oddly enough, pictures of strange foreign lands and even odder, a series of pictures of school girls. "Welcome to Mishaps main corridor. All hallways lead to this one, and this one leads to all hallways, if that makes any sense. Don't mind the school pictures. Commander enjoys leaving them up, says it reminds her of when this place used to be a school....some weird aesthetic thing, I think."

Having seen a brief example of the twins abilities Chimera found himself less worried about their potential lethality. There were worse things to fight in the Underdark than what these two hellions would be capable of. Even though he wasn't the superior merc he held his left hand up, balling it into a fist, it was a simple signal to hold their position. Whatever was beyond that door wasn't likely going to kill him so he had calmly approached the opening, peering curiously a the frame for traps before finally walking through it .

"It appears safe for now...."

Hearing the audible snap of the statue, Ike's wings twitched, sending a few more pitch feathers cascading gently to the ground. Turning just his head, he glanced from the corner of his eye to see the elder girl fixing her shoelace. Flicking the goldenrod orbs to the statue, he took in the missing piece with a sigh. Knowing how the Commander was, if she saw the statue like that, someone would be dead or in pain, especially since it was one of the original's from the school.

Twisting his frame so that he faced the girl's now, he walked quickly back to the two and stopped before Kuriko. A quick look to Reichisan to see that she was still half reading clarified that it wasn't her who had broken it. Then, staring at Kuriko again he knelt down so that he was at her height and eye level, he leaned close to her, holding his palm out. "If you please, Kuriko."

Xinrie stood, waiting for Chimera's confirmation. When he showed things looked clear, she slid up next to him, took the severed head and poked it in to the door way. Her forefinger and middle finger, forced the dead's eyes open and then closing her own, she made it swivel about the doorway as if it were surveying the room.

Several moments passed before, Xinrie withdrew the head and tucked it back underneath her arm to it's usual football position. "All clear." She mumbled, to the others before taking her own first step in to the room. It was dark, pitch black actually. And not being able to do that weird see through the eyes of the dead guy's near rotted sockets to gain night vision thing; she decided to troop her zombie army through and then wait for Rookie Dos to come through with her amazingly helpful light.

Steel tipped boots echo down the hollow corridors of the Mishaps HQ as Jericho Creed, A man whose experience expand vast and know many only to be betrayed by his new found rank of 'Rookie' though the saying of 'Don't judge the book by it's cover' is ever present, kept a steady pace downwards towards a strange fellow best described as an angel seeing he bares wings since a guard from a check point says to go to him so, after all this is Jericho's first day under new employment. Jericho wore a grey vest over a black collared shirt and black trousers wrapped over by an open dark brown trench coat, meanwhile two empty leather holsters remained strapped on to his chest and a satchel bag containing his belongings hung low from his shoulders and leans up against his hips.
Turning around a corner of an intersection he spots a man who matches the description from the guard's at the check points and was quick to approach him with a short salute which flicks his black hair away from his cyan eyes; "A guardsmen from a checkpoint points me towards a man with wings and a strange attitude, To be frank you seem to fit the description. I'm sorry if I am late for any pleasantries, though would you care to fill me in?"

ooc::Is this post fine to you?

Upon receiving his captains secondary confirmation, a throwing knife returned to the warmth of its sheath. Chimeras cold blue eyes turned to the darkness of the room, as though it were inviting him deeper into its embrace. Pitch black or not, it was something his eyes could adjust to though the same probably couldn't be said for his squad mates. Almost naturally the crystalline blade on his back emitted a chilling mist, dampening the air around them as well as decreasing the temperature within an area of 5 ft around him. He wouldn't bother explaining why his sword was doing such, since they needed to remain quite now that they've infiltrated the Asylum.

"Where to next, Stalker?" he whispered.

Jericho nods as he puts his hands into the pockets of his dark brown trench coat; "Yeah, I just arrived fresh today. Is there anything I should know about perhaps your name...age or what your planning to do with with me..." he said as He glances towards the two girls as well as the his current surroundings noting the art work in display. Jericho's personality before his employment into both the Special operations and the D.H.S was often eccentric, excitable and easily predictable but since his past two employments he adopted the tight lipped personality and 'only talking when needs to be' attitude from the Special Operations and the straightforward talking of a D.S.H agent making his actions and body language speak loader then his words also he is often thought of and judged as a man having a alternate angle suited for a double agent in the workings or at his peak.

OCC: darn I can't think of anything...

Kuriko and Reichisan looked at the man. "Hello were new here too and uhm Lieutenant Arc was showing us around." Reichisan looked up from her book at Jericho then continued reading humming an eerie tune probably unfamiliar to most.