Albite chewed on his relief of hearing the others alive, and hopefully well; while he walked lackadaisically about the whole of the space. Taking in whatever view his lantern shown. Originally caught between 'deep hole go jump' and 'ooh looking up is badass'. There wasn't anything that really pulled him - everyone middling about. The plauge docs cute pet trumpeting in with goodies; lucky guy to have such a thing. Everyone crowding the resident sunflower leading in the middle..
He itched to get them all down there- or to get up to 'em where the action clearly was - could hear the boss's less than chill hiss over the whole of the thing. Knew some of his friends were up there...Stupid that Thorite n' Nembus would come. If he'd been thinking during the meeting at all, he woulda warned 'em off.
Not that any of that mattered now - no - what mattered, really, truly? Was that they were in the heart of the whole of the place, and there wasn't s**t there. Just dust and detritus and stillness. Everything was limned in it - the only sounds were them. They'd been hampered from minute one, and then all of a sudden, not s**t all? Dead air, dead space, dead silence, and every other lesser youma they'd managed to get a grip on had fled. The quetzal remained, and some peoples personal ones, but aside from that? Nothing, and the other one had died already...
It bothered him more somehow, that there were no more oncoming attacks to thwart - even though it would've been the perfect space for them to flood in at the bottom...
The ******** was everything?
Albite pondered it all while he let the chatter between the generals and captains dim before reluctantly picking up the communications device, and chiming in on the conversation. "For what it's worth? There's not ******** all happening down here now. S' odddlly empty n' silent allova sudden."emphasis on emphasis of the eeriness of it all.
There they all sat like snacks in an open space, dead center in the scar of the youmas home, shouldn't they be fighting for their lives with all the noise they'd made coming down in? The only bright side of things was that it gave them all a break. A chance to explore, and hell, if it was gonna stay nice, calm, n quiet; maybe they could set up shop. Get the rest of the agents down into the soft silent den of the place. With the one main path in it was defensible at least - flat planes and high walls, and with the diminished presence of youma it'd make it easy to keep watch on things.
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Comms chatter Kama-kameleon! n' generals in general
HP: 100 Damage: 1d10+4, hits assumed. Special: Can command youma, but it only works on certain youma. Roll 1d10; If a General's roll is an odd number, the youma will obey them. Quote Strickenized when this happens.
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Youma Quetzacoatl HP: 36/100 — Under Titanite's command, 4 turns - 1 turn from team attack for 3 turns Special: Venom bite — Can bite a character for regular damage, and that will take half as much damage on the next turn from the venom.
Quetzacoatl disappeared into the distance with the other youma, and Titanite kept moving forward. Darkness moved in, and Titanite adjusted her gloves, running her fingers lightly over the magicked spikes. If she had another weapon, perhaps she would have been touching that too. Her eyes scanned as far as she could see, and she tried to keep all of the direct sources of light behind her so as to not affect her vision overmuch as they moved into murkier shadow.
The rhinoceros was Dusting from its wounds behind them, and the others had vanished before them. Would Quetzacoatl even return? Or would it, too, hide itself away, afraid of what lurked?
The first of their scouts returned bearing a skull, and Shahar's lip curled in disgust at the sight. Xero's reaction made her wonder- was that furry, mammalian face related to the deep damage it had been suffering already when it came upon them?
Luckily for her, Quetzacoatl bore no such 'gift' as it returned, and she allowed it close to press its head against her back, guiding her forward. The sight of the sky and paths above the hole were striking, and Titanite reached behind her to pat at the snake-bird that had guided her, pausing and holding her hand to make sure the youma could see before attempting contact. "Thank you." Manners!
It was strange and silent, yet the General moved around the area anyways, looking for any surprises aside from the ichor that was turning to dust. An crater with ichor that was Dusting at the same time as Xero; a face without a body. Precious few youma met at a time when many were expected. An open location that could be a lovely ambush spot- or camping spot.
Watching the armor, which he would best equate to a bugs hard outer shell, turn to dust in his hands. Wiping his hands off against his pant leg he shook his head. "So it doesn't last down here..." Which meant they weren't going to find more sheds like this, not if they all disolved. The only thing he wanted to know was how long they lasted before turning to ash, that would give a good idea of when the beast had been here and left this behind. He knew however there would be no real way to find this out.
"I don't think we can find much here Wolframite." Looking towards the Captain as he spoke. "Maybe we should rejoin the group, I think they're doing something else."
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2021 10:46 am
Super Corrupt Miyamoto
While the General and his Captain spoke Miyamoto was inspecting something else. He'd found tracks and he was pretty damn sure they were not from whatever shed the skin...or rather not the same body. Didn't whatever they were tracking have some shape shifting ability? So had it been a bug like thing and then not?
As he followed the tracks a few more paces he turned and hurried his way towards Wolframite, and the General he was with, in order to let them know what he'd spotted. "Maybe we should tell someone. I don't know if it'll do anything...and it seems something else is going on. But I did spot it." Having already whispered, rather calmly, what he'd spotted. He wasn't sure what was going on with the others in their large party. So should he even say anything?
Arsenolite was still rather grouchy that he hadn't been able to do much when it came to fighting the youma, but he was very, very grateful he hadn't gotten hurt. The Rift was far more dangerous than he'd thought it would be... But he looked forward to graduating to captain and then coming in here to search for his own personal youma. It would likely be much easier once he had a way to command said youma and all that.
He pitched his tent with... no ease at all, struggling and snarling as he got tangled in the ropes and fabric, but eventually got it all together and crawled in for an exhausted sleep. Ugh. He really, really wished he could have a shower. He hated going to bed feeling gross.
He'd lost sight of Calaverite at some point, and though it hadn't been high on his list of concerns in the moment, as the group continued their trek, Diesel started to wonder if the other senshi would make it back. It became more and more obvious that Cala wasn't just bothering their youma escorts, or harassing an agent, or poking around in the holey indents in the cliffside. The more he thought about it, during pretty much the entire duration of their descent, the more he thought- no?
Obviously 'no,' not coming back.
It was kind of naïve to assume otherwise.
If a senshi got separated from the protection of the group down here, he had to kinda figure that was it. One lone basic running around on their own in the Rift was- definitely not what Diesel wanted to be thinking about. He didn't want to stand there mulling over how completely unlikely it was that he would see Cala again, when he was the only other person he'd known in this entire group. He didn't want to consider that as teammates, they should have been looking out for each other more than anyone else, and that Cal wasn't here was probably more his fault than anyone else's.
He wouldn't entertain the idea that he could go back and do something- or that he should have earlier. And he wouldn't let him bother him that clearly no one cared. They'd already watched people die, and it didn't do anything to deter anyone from carrying on as normal. And if it had been him instead of anyone else-
Well, he wasn't going to think about it.
Diesel notched his head to the side, laying his cheek on the velvety flank of the cat nestled down in his collar. "Gremlin?" He asked, voice a notch softer and without his usual confidence. "Do you remember how long ago it was you saw-"
He didn't get farther than that.
"Gone," answered the gruff, scratchy voice. "Get over it."
They were way too far ahead to do anything about it now, and the whole of the group had taken to investigating the area and scoping the scene around a some crater in the ground. Whatever was behind them wasn't important, anymore.
Humans got all sad at the thought of one of their own being eaten by monsters. Easy concept to grasp. But they were also dumb as a sack of cement, and Gremlin wouldn't put it past this one to think himself some hero who could go charging off to save a corpse. He had to shut that down before the thought ran away from Cervantite because it definitely wasn't going to be anything Gremlin was a part off.
Nasty lot, all of them. He didn't know which of these ******** assholes he'd have to glue himself to if Cervantite turned around and booked it after some probably-dead psycopath senshi, but Gremlin knew he wouldn't be caught dead joining any human on a suicide mission. Probably stupid of him to be here at all, putting his life in the hands of a bunch of human rats he didn't like or trust.
And for what? Some maybe worthwhile item he probably wasn't important enough to ever get his claws on.
Disgusting. He was as stupid as they were.
"Come on," he growled stiffly, flexing his claws so that the tips sank into the senshi's skin and giving a tiny pluck as if to encourage him forward. "Forget about it and keep with the others. Looks like things are winding down enough on this end..."
