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[Entering Trap Zone B]

It seemed that just as Ralph had gotten back up from that arrow to the knee, he'd managed to scuttle himself into another unsavory area. Dark, quiet, and most of all... Getting more cramped by the second.

Simon screeched as he noticed the path getting thinner.

"I can't!" Between not being able to see where he was going and having a sort of limp, this situation was getting a little... Tight.

Relief spread through Julien like wildfire. If there was one person who could make it out of crazy town it'd be Reuben. Life had to do something good for a guy so good. But at least Julien would rest assured that if anything did happen to him Mya would be well taken care of.

"Don't worry, you know me. Getting hurt is too over rated and would just soil my coat even more. And it's already such a mess. I swear this night is just setting up to be more horrible than anything else in my life."

Yup, there was Julien worrying about how dirty his clothing was. The state of dress was so important to the pale man it was scary. He had even lost his rose somewhere, it had fallen out of his breast pocket when he had fallen or something. Sighing, he looked around then back at Reuben.

"Any idea what's going on exactly? I know it's end of the world n' all, but I haven't seen anything jumping out at me. I don't know if they're saving for a big push or not, and it's scaring me a bit. I don't like it when they plot."

Em had the guiltiest look when he turned to stare at her, but the whisper into her ear made her shudder in anticipation. She gave him a mock salute, before getting back to work, but the smile never left her face.

"I think they mean our doom, sweetheart. That's probably why we're trying to find a way to stop it." She didn't need to read the runes to know they were bad, and whatever they meant would eventually spell their death, if they didn't find the artifact. Details weren't important to her.

"Mmm, I hate guessing games, but if I haaave to.." She bit her lip as she swept her pole across the floor, waiting for something, anything interesting to happen.

She perked for a moment as names started flooding into her head. "James? Frank? Gary? .. Julio?" She giggled at the last one.

[ LABYRINTH CENTER ]


Warden frowned slightly, his brow furrowing. Reuben?

The name was unfamiliar, even as he wracked his brain trying to figure it out, but it was no matter now. Whoever it was sounded as though he were going in circles, if the heavy voice was any indication.



There was a soft shuffle of footsteps beside him as Warden stood next to Velda, his eyes watching the Division Leader's movements as she murmured quietly to herself, lost in her own musings. He turned his head, lifting a brow.

"Titania," he said, greeting her with a nod. It had been a long time since he had seen the woman. "Hey. Glad to see you're all right."

For now, said a tiny voice in his head, but Warden squashed it irritably. Tee made a soft noise of reassuring, gentle in his thoughts, and Warden exhaled slowly, his gaze flickering.

[[ Isaac is still at Dead End Zone B ]]

"Wait!" Isaac shouted, watching helplessly as Lowe dashed off into the maze without another word. "Wait-- it's better if we stick together!"

Another man came and left their dead end before Isaac had a chance to say anything to him.

Frustratedly he tried to suggest: "Look, we could try marking where we've-- Adam!" But then Adam ran off and came back around, before walking off again; what was he thinking?! Isaac's chewed lips were bowed down in a very unhappy, squiggly sort of frown. One hand slipped under the brim of the cowboy hat to touch his headset.


They really couldn't wait around at this dead end forever. Isaac sighed, and then lowered his whip, strapping it back to his side. "I think even if we do stick together, this maze will separate us," he told Marsh. His dark eyes were full of concern. He recalled how he'd tried to follow his superiors, only to end up at a dead end the first time. "It's been a pleasure meeting you here. Stay safe, Hunter-- I'll see you at the center."

That wasn't a question; he really expected to see Marsh at the center so they could continue this conversation. He didn't want to admit he had a bit of a fondness for the guy all ready, what with his cat o' nine- so similar, and yet so incredibly different from his own prized weapon.

With a final nod, Isaac turned around and walked off as quickly and quietly as possible.
/He'll be fine, Kyanos. Don't worry./
/I'm not,/ Kyanos replied indifferently. /That's just you./

Good news was, Cody finally started moving. Bad news was? The idiot managed to take another wrong turn and not only get lost, but managed to trigger a trap. Which he hadn't realized he had done, up until something came flying at him.

"What is--Ow!"

:Cody you damn moron! Block! Defend yourself---do something!: Dimitri growled the order out, angered that the hunter hadn't sensed it himself.

Obeying, Cody brought the sword up, using it as a temporary shield to deflect whatever was flying at him. It worked too. After several 'clang' like noises, the assault finally stopped. Though he hadn't made it out without a scratch. There was a lovely deep cut oozing where the arrow had grazed his arm.

"This sucks..."

:Quit whining and patch yourself up. You have to get moving or you're going to get left behind.:





Charge: 2/2
TRAP ZONE A

LABYRINTH CENTER

He knew the other two were probably getting a liiittle worried with his silence. And yes, he could kind of hear them. Sort of. His headset was slightly askew and between using the tight hold he had on Mordy and limping along with a hand along the wall, Lex had not been able to spare the chance to respond. And he refused to stop moving long enough to do so. Not after running into those damn traps!

::I did warn you chattering would be a damn distraction. Do not let it happen again, Lexington!::

Mordy was still pissed off about his slip up. But he'd quit shouting it. And was not snarling so much. Still growling and bitching. But he'd calmed down enough to be civil. Or as civil as the hellhound ever was.

::Focus on the mission.::

Lex traveled in silence at a slower pace then he would have liked. But the silence paid off. As he approached another section, he could hear voices. And upon coming into sight of the central area of the labyrinth, there seemed to be faint 'things' glowing - ::Glyphs...:: - and images? Were those really images? And familiar hunters. Or at least one in particular.

"Well, I must be lucky, seeing as I just found my lucky clover~" Lex gave a small flash of a smile to Becca. His leg hurt. His head hurt (god damn you, Mordy!). And it pissed the Mist Hunter off to be at partial fighting capacity. Now that he was with someone he felt relatively safe with (he used the word 'safe' loosely), Lex too the chance to adjust his headset.



He glanced over at Becca again, a slightly more serious expression on his face. Lex nodded towards Liam and Velda. "Am I correct in making the assumption...things aren't quite going according to plan?" Wasn't the artifact supposed to be in the center? He saw nothing but the division leads looking at the glyphs.

With a sight, Lex shifted his glaive to a shoulder while he examined the damage to his leg. Nothing terribly deep. Just painful to walk on and probably needed looking to. But only if there was time for such a thing. The wound itself felt like it went from his ankle to just above his knee. But Lex was fairly sure it only went from just below his knee to his shin.




[ Lexington Duunswik
-Injured leg on spike
Charges: 2/2 ]

[[ TRAP ZONE A ]]

Mira drew out her machete as she stepped into the labyrinth. She always feeling safer when Silverfang was out of his sheath. She decided that she didn't care for mazes as a nagging feeling of getting lost forever in it slowly crept up the back of her neck. It was a silly thought, a childish thought and that at least brought out a small smile. One never got too old for silly worries.

When she took her next step, there was a sharp clicking sound. "Move," Silverfang whispered but she was already swinging her body around to dodge the arrows flying her way. She was a fraction of a second too slow and took an arrow into her upper left arm.

"Dammit," she cursed, sheathing Silverfang before tearing a strip of fabric from her shirt. She turned to assess the damage. It hadn't gone all the way through. Good. Bracing her back against the wall and gritting her teeth, she pulled the arrow out and dropped it to the ground. She tied the cloth tightly around her arm and grimaced. It was a good thing that her weapon was one handed and that she was right handed but it wasn't a good sign that she was injured this early into the mission. Perhaps she really was getting too old for this s**t.