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Relief welled, sudden and unexpected, as Peyton responded. It had less to do with the fact that Peyton was still alive and more that, based on the number of new faces he had seen and the matched screams down here, they would need every mostly-able bodied Hunter they could get if they hoped to make it through this. "Shake it off," Evan responded, gruff but not unkind. "It's not like they're spider-zombies, or anything."

Satisfied for the moment, he took an experimental step forward and was pleased to find that his foot nearly held his weight. As long as nothing came their way in the next few minutes, he'd probably be okay once it finally did. He used his blade to poke at the surrounding area, looking for any physical clues that might indicate a soft spot. He didn't find anything like that, but he paused when he struck something solid. It didn't immediately react, so he figured it was safe to get closer.

A more hands-on inspection revealed it to be hard, somewhat heavy, and engraved with something, almost like...oh. Evan frowned as he tucked it into his jacket for safekeeping. They may have no choice, at the end, to leave the bodies of the other fallen Hunters to the monsters and the desert, but that didn't mean Evan wouldn't bring home who he could.

((HP: 40))

The light flashing wasn't enough for him to really see anything other than the light because he would, like an idiot, have looked up if given half the chance. "Why, what's up there?"

The light had come from his left so he tried to carefully make his way that direction. "I am so glad i have tall boots on ... you are over here right?" Whatever was in the goop they were standing in still felt weird against his boots and the stench was still -horrible-. He was probably lucky he hadn't lost the carrots he'd eaten earlier to it at this rate.

While heading in Land's direction he ran into something else hard. Reaching down it wasn't another tin (damn it) but he tucked it into a pocket anyway.

<Too bad I don't glow huh? Would be so much more helpful>



[ HP 25/40
Inventory: Runic Bandags: x1]
((See roll in post below because oops))

...

what the ******** was going on.

They had been thrust into the belly of this beast in a sea of dead bodies, surrounded by putrid filth, and people were either (A) freaking the ******** out or (B) having sweet whispered conversations about each other's well-being. As far as Hanna could see, that was not doing a good goddamn thing to help them out of this. She had never been the sit-on-my-hands type.

With a deep breath, Hanna attempted to do something about. "OKAY. Team. Whatever." (Why didn't they have a fearless leader, weep.) Armies didn't work without a captain. Hanna raised her voice, hoping to be heard above the din, "I get that we are all concerned that whether or not anyone... else is dead -- but can we please focus on the most pressing issue at hand? We need to figure out how to get out of this. Yes, there are bugs. Yes, there is a gross s**t. But unless you are all A-OK, hunky dory, with dying here and joining the rotting filth, then let's actually do something."

Her leg was killing her. Hanna didn't feel like she could waste any moments wondering what to do next. Action needed to be taken; maybe the more experienced hunters in the group just needed a push. She sure as hell had no idea what she was doing. But no one else was doing anything useful, as far as she could tell -- or at least, if they were, they were keeping it to themselves. "If you have a flash light, please use it to look for something like an exit, or this thing's gag reflex, because I have to imagine our air here is limited. Nora, you said something about trying to cut our way out?"

The ground trembled beneath her. Hanna felt something crawl over her boot. She didn't dare attempt to move again. "Did anyone find something useful to getting out of here?" Then: "Or have some degree of experience with... whatever this is?"

It was a start, wasn't it?




HP: 20/40
Inventory: two tablets

"Yep, that was my shirt at least." He reached out so he could catch Arland's shoulder, managing to at least get close he thought. He hadn't expected his friend to sound so freaked out but ... yea he was starting to get that way himself just with how bad it smelled in here.

"Mili ... bugs? in here?" He scrunched his nose at that. If there were bugs living in here then either they were some pretty ******** hardy bugs to not get digested or they -were- the digestion. He wasn't quite sure which was worse. "We have to get out of here somehow"

His thought was echoed by a, slightly familiar, voice yelling out in the darkness. "That you Red?! if so ... Welcome to a normal day at Deus!" Okay maybe that was stretching the truth a little but, no not really. Groping around for a door probably wasn't the best idea unless someone happened to be standing on it already. "I found something hard, not one of the bandage tins, but I'm not sure i want to turn on a light to see what it is given what's ... given our friends in here with us"




[ HP 25/40
Inventory: Runic Bandags: x1]

With someone with her, the princess finally could think clearly. She didn't know he was numb, she was overwhelmed by her own fear, mostly created by herself.

Z. There're something here, I felt things move across my legs. <......s**t! I hate this place.> What should I do? <...******** I know! Er-try to find the exit.唓!>

The inner duologue ended. As someone who needed to be alert all the time for her survival, she was who the observant girl now was. She could feel the abnormal traits of the price, the deeper breathe, the weird unusual laughter....she was glad that he told her what happened. Grabbing his hands gently, she slowly turned around and untie her scarf. The pink scarf wrapped around the prince's neck like a pair of affectionate hands with her warmth, after he told her where the wound was, in a rather forceful manner. "Um. I will. Please take care of yourself also." She nodded, taking his hands at wrist and smiled.

"May we find the exist and return to our kingdom now, Prince?" She joked, thinking a light joke would help relaxing the tense nerves.

Her gently back swinging action of her legs hit on something hard and made a thump. She temporary took back her hands and turned around, picking the item - a tin box up.

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HP: 25/40
Item: A rope? I don't think so. + A tin of runic bandages

Nothing Yet

Item obtained: A peach pink scarf ;D

[ Bradley HP 30 /40 ]
[ 1 Runic Bandages ]

He glanced in the direction of the very loud voice, who had taken it upon herself to lead the efforts to get out. He was all for it; the smell was starting to get to him.

"Cutting our way out seems doable, but who knows how much sand is between us and the sky. Might be better to just ----" he replied to her (Hanna) as something landed on his head. A chill ran down his spine and he went to smack it off when something sharp stabbed him in the neck.

Suddenly his body vanished. Or felt like it did.

[[ Neurotoxin? ]] asked Yzalin, concerned.

I think so. I don't seem to be in the muck so. He would have shrugged, but alas the numbness. Or maybe he did shrug and he didn't notice.

It was very odd. Speaking was out of the question at the moment though.

[[ I suggest you don't go searching for things now. ]]

Noted, and will take the suggestion to heart.

The bugs will eat us, but we won't die. Jordan froze, staring wide-eyed and sightless into the darkness as Stormy's words brought his carefully constructed defenses down and the nightmares came crashing back in. "No," he said, thin and soft and thready. "No."

Ferros's ring lit up in a steady red glow, but the hammer remained unsummoned. Jordan. There aren't any in us. I would know if there were.

This was real, the chamber and the blood and the rot were real, even the bugs they could hear and sense all around. It was real. They couldn't afford to doubt that this was real, horrific as it was. There were no bugs in them yet. Jordan gripped Melvin's sleeve. "We're still alive. As long as we're alive, there's still a chance," he said.

"We need to get out," Jordan said, as steadily as he could, though his death grip on Melvin's sleeve didn't loosen. "If enough of us can get charges, we might be able to blow a hole in this thing. If the room itself isn't a Fear lifeform, the -- the bugs are. We might have to do some squishing." He wasn't at all sure that his idea was going to work, but laying out a plan, even if it was an uncertain and half-assed plan, would give them something to do other than stand around and think about what they were surrounded by.