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 Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:27 pm
Quote: Survey Mission 4ALocation: Prypiat Images:: x, x, x. General debriefing: Commonly known amongst most Hunters as one of the largest Halloween-Human portal hotspots, a strange influx of Fear and Insanity has grabbed a hold of the location, especially underground. The area is now covered in a thick fog, and what few tourists make it through are rarely seen back. The entire area has been covered off by local authorities, though the fog radius and Insanity seems to be spreading... * B class difficulty level (must have a team of three, at least one of them must be a Full Hunter. This is considered a DANGEROUS mission. ) MECHANICS * MECHANICS: RP assembling a team, as necessary, before heading towards the Lighthouse portal to request a portal to Survey Mission AA. Once there, roll a 100-sided dice and match the roleplay to the results below, as well as any reactions. Players can continue rolling until any of the players roll an INSANITY ENCOUNTER, in which case the BATTLE PHASE begins. See below for battle phase mechanics. 1- 20: You can't see through the thick layer of fog. At some points you hear someone call you, whether or teammate or another voice entirely. At other points you see a shadow of someone, as you reach towards them they disappear entirely. You trip over something - a body rotting, thick dark blood still blossoming on the ground in crystal-like fragments. They are smiling with eyes wide open at you. 21 - 40: As you walk deeper, you hit an old, rusted ferris wheel. There are people hanging inside each pod, some half-draped out, others nestled in. Their bodies seem to be showing light signs of decay, unmoving. All of them are smiling, widely, perfect teeth showing. 41 - 60: You manage to navigate through the fog into a segment of thick concrete. The area is extremely dangerous and radiates high levels of Fear and Insanity. You hear a voice mocking you, and laughing at the same time, words nonsensical. For a second you feel as if someone is watching you from behind you, tugging at you. As you walk past the pavement you realize all the cracks on the sidewalk are shaped in a large, wrinkled grin. 61 - 80: You see something from the corner of your eyes, a greyed out version of yourself. They wave at you and smile, grin splitting their face.... 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down the sidewalk you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a mob that has collective 100 HP. Every time you attack it (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. AS you can't really see the boss, most of it will have to be dependent on what you can see, if anything at all, from strange faceless figures lurching, half-hopping towards you to the smiling dead coming back and swiping at you. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back. * 3 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 11:36 pm
It was the summer of her discontent. Sweltering hot and unending, Clerise's rage curled in her gut. It existed as her alpha and her omega, and from the time the sun went up until the sun went down, her irritation at the world was unending. Relentless as the Death Valley sun and as boundless as the Sahara, her demeanour grew darker with each passing day. Her soured mood lifted in moments, in the presence of Clarice (the worry in her eyes, the tightness of her smile, the quiet spaces between their words, quiet 'I love yous' that made her heart sing, that served as a balm on the still searing burns, but-), straddling the Runic motorcycle (riding until she felt the vibrations rattle her ribs and the song of the engine roaring in her ears, louder than the sea-)... But for the most part...it was no wonder Mimsy was the favoured family member in the halls of Deus Ex as of late. Like a restless alley cat, Clerise wandered the halls of Deus, nails chewed ragged dragging along the walls with an irritating scritching sound. If she'd had a tail, it'd be bristling behind her, lashing with visible irritation. Instead, with the constant grimace coupled with a glare that showed the family resemblance, the Life huntress unwittingly proceeded to do her best Caelius impressions. On her way out of the laps, she ran into a warm body, with enough force to send them sprawling them both to the floor. "Watch your <******** step," she hissed, standing slowly, disdain evident in the stressed enunciation of every syllable. Upon looking up to see it was Mimsy of all people (same division. Why did it have to be the same division?), she rolled her eyes with a long suffered groan. "I hope I broke one of your brittle little bones, spider b***h."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 6:31 am
The addition of inexplicable variables was not welcomed by Mimsy. She preferred a controlled chaos, a madness with a method, something that only she could understand - but when not even she could comprehend something that became constant and recurring in her daily life, it triggered an anxiety that dictated that this had to be set right before she could do anything else. This could be achieved in a variety of ways, from removing the variable entirely to discovering the 'root of the problem', so to speak. More recently, two very puzzling facts had presented themselves to her: a) in spite of her cousin's more socially acceptable demeanor and prior connections, her colleagues were generally pleasant and amicable towards her for no perceived reasons, and in the most baffling of instances had even picked her above her cousin in at least one scenario, and b) after next to no interest in baking for her entire life, she sporadically had what could only be described as a persistent, whispering urge to make a cake. Choices made by other humans were usually possible to ignore, considering how unpredictable they could be. A change in her mental state, however, was less acceptable. But when the two problems were combined, she felt very strongly that nothing was okay. By the time she very literally ran into Clerise in the hallway, she was functioning on one sleep cycle, fueled largely by caffeine and frustration. This wasn't necessarily unusual, but her especially pallid skin and the faint circles under her eyes seemed to indicate that this had been happening with relative frequency. She glared across the floor at the redhead and moved to collect the pages of a report that had spilled from their folder, insistent on not breaking eye contact. "Or, more logically, you could stay out of the labs before you inevitably <******** something up." Her eyes narrowed as she stood, fingers clenched so tightly around the edges of the folder that the thin cardboard crumpled beneath them. They were almost eye to eye now, but only in the literal sense, unlike the days of their childhood where one very small, frail Mimsy was no match to the taller, stronger Clerise. These were the same moments that had made it very, very clear to her that her cousin should never be allowed near anything of scientific importance. "And spiders have exoskeletons, not bones, you idiot," she spat, more offended by her apparent and ignorant lack of dedication to the spiderbitch metaphor than her wishes of broken bones.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 12:43 pm
Clerise relished in the fact that Mimsy looked as miserable as she did, dour and awful and nearly swaying as she stood. The circles under Clerise's eyes maybe weren't as dark from immediate exhaustion, but they were from weeks and weeks of restless nights, slowly adding up. (Black sand-) "I've been here significantly longer than you, and I've done a'ight." She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and there was very little she wanted to do more than to firmly sock her beloved cousin in the eye. A year ago she couldn't have hit the broad side of a barn, but practise and sparring and honing her body into a weapon instead of a means of entertainment meant that she was a little more dangerous, now. "And you're still obsessed with all the wrong details, as always. Doesn't it get tiring, to focus on the little things so much that you never see the big picture?" Clerise sneered, her lip curling involuntarily. "I may be an idiot, that doesn't make me less than the likes of you. If I hadn't seen you bleed, I'd guess you were a robot." Methinks the lady doth protest too hard.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:35 pm
"Oh please, Clerise," Mimsy snapped, moving to slam the folder down on the ground...before she realized at the very last moment that it was important, which resulted in an only partially dramatic flinging of her arm. "Just because there is an absence of an actual path of destruction in your wake does not mean you haven't ruined anything. You have a particular penchant for ruining everything, in fact, so it is statistically impossible for you to..." She wrinkled her nose and looked vaguely sick. "...have 'done a'ight'. I presume that you are simply fortunate enough to have someone cleaning up your messes behind you." If that was the case, and someone did care enough to do that, fine. But she wasn't going to be the one to do it. She'd picked up plenty of pieces thanks to Clerise by now - more than she wished to do in a lifetime, each of them tallied and piled up against her cousin in their ongoing war. When the commentary on focusing on the 'little things' was accompanied by a sudden and repetitive plea by Svensyl to tell her cousin hello for him, the folder was no longer safe behind the protection of importance, and was thrown against the nearest wall to free up her hand. The recently freed up hand was clenched into a fist, and only the logic that 'she has always kicked my a**, and will always kick my a** in physical altercations' prevented her from using it. "My entire field of study exists to examine particles so small that they cannot be seen by the naked eye, to better understand how they do create the 'big picture', and you accuse me of failing to see it? What about your inability to recognize anything that you can't see? All of the damage that you've done that isn't visible because you haven't cared enough to see it? For someone accusing me of being a robot--" She stopped herself, brows twitching into a brief look of concern. She almost said something she would regret, ammo that she didn't want Clerise to have, all because she was letting her get the same sorts of reactions she always had. Maybe punching her wouldn't be such a bad idea.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:42 pm
Clerise and Mimsy, both being scientists and hopefully, observational by nature, would most likely be familiar with one single, and absolute truth. It didn't matter how related or how tied by blood Hunters were, the singular absolute truth was that bitchiness was entirely cor-relational to the rank of a Hunter. In fact, it was recommended that Hunters learned to become more in tuned with their inner, spiteful selves in as a sort of coping mechanism.
Take this random person walking up to Mimsy and Clerise for example. A totally random Hunter, of nondescript rank. Their coat was somewhat decorative, maybe they were a full Hunter. Their hair was pretty flawless, but unfortunately since it was neither bright orange nor rainbow-streaked, probably did not match up to the other two in question. They were significantly taller than the two girls, but again, minorities.
Their bitchiness meter, however, had effectively repelled every single person from the entire hallway premise, which should have been a cue to Clerise and Mimsy had those two not been absorbed in their own gravitational pull of self-bitchiness to notice the big picture:
You don't ******** with the Queen b***h. *
"If you are done," said the Entirely Random Person, who was starting to look sort of familiar (maybe it was the glasses), "As you two are the only volunteers in the Life Division remaining, I will request your presence as," a sneer, "aids."
Oh yes, that's right, wasn't this person also-
"Consider this mission mandatory," said Not Entirely Random Person At All But Possibly The Death Division Lead, "I assume as Life Hunters you are familiar with the Runic network mainframe and Insanity isotope mapping. I will expect post mission a full detailed analysis of results regarding this anomaly."
Mark was probably dead. With lower life forms, sometimes, deaths happened.
*Disclaimer: Not actually affiliated with any of the Queens of the Ten Minus Three Nature.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 9:51 pm
"I haven't ruined s**t, you little--" Clerise grit her teeth, exhaling sharply through them in abject and utter frustration. "Unlike someone," she hissed, jabbing Mimsy very sharply in the sternum, "I left to take care of myself at sixteen. I took care. Of. Myself." Clerise whirled around and yanked at her hair with an actual, feral howl of frustration, at her inability to make Mimsy understand why she was the worst thing in the world-- She froze completely at the sound of a familiar voice. "You," the redhead muttered to herself as if she were the star of a sitcom, running her face over her hands, "have got to be kidding me." Caelius mentioned something about insanity which escaped Clerise's knowledge, really, and Runic network, which she knew a tiny bit of, but mostly she let Dwight do the heavy lifting, so to speak, so-- "Yessir," she growled, giving Mimsy a solid "I'm watching you stare", and grimaced. "Is our equipment ready at the lighthouse portal?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:37 pm
The idea that Clerise could seriously be this oblivious received a scandalized scoff from Mimsy, her mouth agape in an expression of disgust and just a little bit of, perhaps surprisingly, hurt. It wasn't any fun when your archnemesis failed to understand the small nuances and causes that dictated the dynamic, and she was almost a little disappointed in herself for minding that the aforementioned nemesis didn't notice, but she was-- -- touching her. She raised her fist and almost made a terrible mistake, but her state of existence was saved, because her twin fortune was on her side. Lowering her hand, she met her stare with a slow smile of amusement before turning to acknowledge Clerise's Favorite. "Of course. We would be pleased to accompany you. Unfortunately," she sighed and shook her head. "I cannot speak for my fellow volunteer's familiarity with anything that requires intelligence, but I am certainly capable enough for both of us." She had never heard the words 'Insanity isotope mapping' in her life.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 12:33 am
The Death lead gave Mimsy a look that sort of suggested that she probably couldn't speak for the validity of her own intelligence, but somewhere along the line had also made a decision to save his breath, because if he were to do that to every single trainee or Hunter he ever laid eyes on, nothing would ever get done. Not to mention, he had the advantage of seeming terse until someone really get under his skin and then it was pretty much a nonstop lecture about ethics and codes and being a Hunter and being of use. Surprise tactics.
Thankfully his cellphone buzzed, making this conversation a lot less awkward than it could have been for now, handing them a plastic sheet with something imprinted on it. "I will see you at the Lighthouse portal in five minutes. Bring appropriate mapping equipment and the correct Fear scanner specifications for this prototype." And then His Royal Highness* was gone, just like that. Well not necessarily gone, because technically he was still there, striding down the hallway, but he provided a very ample lapse of silence before the two probably realized they literally had five minutes to grab whatever they could find that could possibly be discerned as "mapping equipment", figure out what Fear Scanner could possibly fit the specifications of a bright glowing bar code, and then run to the Lighthouse Portal, which on its own took a good fifteen minutes of walking.
*Again, not related to the Five Plus Two Queens.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 4:47 pm
The smallest shine of emotional vulnerability made Clerise's heart soar. Good. That's what you get for ruining everything. She'd had a good thing, here, and now it was tainted with darkness-- Caelius gave orders, and Mimsy hopped to them like a tiny shoulder that looked a frightening amount like him. You little s**t. Accepting the sheet, Clerise squinted at the imprinted pattern, racking her brain for some sort of familiarity. The only memory that cropped up was Dwight prattling on about it in a very excited manner. Something FEAR, something scan, something something. ...Something. Sheeeeittttt. The resulting silence was tense, uncomfortable, and laden heavy with expectations that couldn't ever be met. He stormed off, and with a slow turn of the head, Clerise shot Mimsy a clear up and down look of disapproval. "Don't ******** this up," she said, simply, and pressed the palm of a broad hand to the other girl's sternum, shoving hard, " spiderbitch." It was so much easier to blame her cousin on any of their soon to happen and completely inevitable failure(s) (oh who was she kidding, it was failures with an s, it was a mission full of family fun, for god's sake-) ... Oh, christ. "Five minutes!?" Clerise grabbed Mimsy by the arm and pulled, yanking her towards an equipment store. "We're going to be late for a very ******** important date if we don't get this s**t, I hope you can keep up--"
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 12:47 am
Upon noticing the look that Caelius was giving her, Mimsy completely misinterpreted it as a look of despaired sympathy for Clerise's lack of intelligence. This only served to make her feel even more smug, until he walked away and the realization that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing set in. She sincerely hoped that her knowledge of isotopes carried over into the bizarre realm of FEAR and Insanity, because if it didn't, her nemesis would win on a technicality, and that just wasn't allowed. She stumbled backwards as she was shoved, but managed to catch her balance just before she'd have ended up on the ground again, and put her hands on her hips insistently. "This is a science mission, so I'm fairly certain that if anyone is going to ******** this up, it will not be me." She was mid-eyeroll when Clerise took her arm and began dragging her down the hallway, which was met with protesting smacks to her hand all the way to the equipment storage. After finally yanking her arm free, she took a quick look at the room, glanced at Clerise out of the corner of her eye, and cautiously picked up something that looked useful. She chose three more things before packing them up and shoving them at her, staring expectantly. " You're the Brawn-Over-Brains, so you get to carry it. And anything else you want to take, if you think you can handle that much. Just do it quickly and come on." She turned to leave and really, really hoped that worked.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 1:57 am
A certain someone who had totally not meant to have his look of extreme lack of faith in anything other than his glorious self turned into looks of despaired sympathy for Clerise (though to be fair, since they were not his glorious self, both Mimsy and Clerise were somewhat equal on the lines of incompetence, but since Caelius's knowledge of Life tech was limited to Mark, H, and instruction manuals written by monkeys, sometimes one had to resort to lower beings to handle menial labour tasks that simply could not be communicated by a more intelligent form of written word) was already waiting for the two at the Lighthouse Portal. He checked the clock on his cell phone once, twice, impatiently, the Moon Hunter sentry on duty looking more than a little nervous. She tried to look attentive, but since there was only so much one could do on Sentry duty since either s**t happened, or it didn't, it just sort of looked like she was staring intently any direction other than the Death lead.
It would be good to note that at this point, Caelius still considered everyone's avoidance and lack of eye contact at his general presence as a sign of respect. Clearly, they were giving him space out of respect for his rank, and maybe rightfully out of a healthy dose of fear, though to be fair, there wasn't that much a difference between fear and respect, as obviously, the only way to earn respect was to either decapitate people or throw them out of windows.
It was a good thing when the two arrived at the time they did because otherwise in an alternate branching timeline, Allan would have arrived back with Simon from his mission through the portal a few minutes later and whispered excitedly how the lighthouse portal looked like a scene from Corpse Party. You know, the one with the scissors, only except for scissors the cuts were much more blade-liked. Curved blade-like. Curved blade and possibly scythe-like. Also there were no missing tongues, just missing heads. In a non-alternating timeline, the Death lead glanced sharply at the two arrivals' direction. Again, since his understanding of technology and science was equivalent to knowledge that one could send e-mails and that surprisingly, cell phones got destroyed if you threw them out of windows or at your assistants too many times, he dismissed Mimsy and Clerise's haphazard technology choices as usual Life Division chaos. If there wasn't at least one uncontrolled explosion, it was probably a pretty good day.
"A surge of Insanity has appeared at coordinates 51° N, 30° E, most likely related to a high class Insanity Titan. You are to locate it, before it spreads to further affect areas around it." Clerise was then given a sheet as was Mimsy. Without a further word as to who, what, how, maybe even why, the Death lead walked into the portal, clearly expecting the others to follow.
It was grey on the other side. Too grey, and white. Already, the fog was covering everything in a fine layer of nothingness, not including the Death lead, who, most likely because he wasn't naked with a jeep's headlights outlining his theoretically perfectly chiseled abs behind him, walked around with what seemed almost like an invisible barrier repelling the Insanity, weapon summoned in one hand. Apparently the whole running or walking with large bladed weapons rule didn't apply to him either as he looked totally in his element as he took two more steps, and then stopped at a body.
It was wearing a torn white coat, the face emaciated, as if it had been rotting there for several days. Annoyed, the Death lead kicked the body over, and upon seeing no weapon tablet, kept on walking.
They encountered two more bodies in succession, all of them weaponless. The fog was growing thicker and voices had started to whisper. It was getting odd actually, this strange routine of Caelius simply walking, almost methodically now turning the occasional thing over, or examining odd pieces, remains, broken fragments, an unusual hiss of the fog where it swirled uncontrollably - ones that shifted to hands and limbs, forming a face that bled ichor from its eyes, moaning terribly, face mutated, grey skin dripping and melting-
-were automatically were squished, disappearing with an almost comical squeal. At some point he paused. Turning around. Looking directly at Mimsy and Clerise. "Well?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 8:19 pm
They were sixteen levels of doomed and not even one of them knew it. Sixteen at the very ******** least. "Whatever, I've been on plenty of science missions, some of them even got turned into video documentaries we were so ******** pro. I've been here a lot longer than you, spiderbitch." Okay, maybe not a lot longer. BUT NONETHELESS. Rolling her eyes, Clerise accepted the scanners into her arms, stooping down to grab...a few more that looked to be in functional order. ...Functional order ish, at any rate. "Whatever, stickbug. Let's just get back to Lighthouse, stat." She closed her eyes, for a moment, and felt the phantom press of a blade to her throat, of bugs crawling at her feet, of ropes bound to her wrists and a -- Clerise took off at a run. Arriving a few minutes late but hopefully within the margin of error of Caelius Levels of Wrath, Clerise shoved the gear into a provided bag around the Lighthouse, throwing it over her shoulder (and wincing at the crunch of the technology inside), she accepted the sheet. A sheet of...dots. Something something insanity, something titan, something. Kill the thing. Target the boss. Hope no one says the M word. Stepping through the portal, Clerise shivered, the fog settling into her bones like an old chill. She summoned Balthazar, holding a scythe in each hand. Her scythes were, truth be told, less impressive than Caelius' majestic blade, and even if they were to somehow combine back into one massive scythe, the result would still be less than impressive. Overcompensating, Caelius? The Death lead stopped short at a body, and Clerise knew with a sinking feeling it'd be far from the last. There wasn't a tablet in sight, and the redhead kept her eyes averted from the creatures of the fog, lest they steal her soul, or something-- Oh...Caelius wanted something. Clerise looked at Mimsy, then at Caelius, then at Mimsy again. She dropped the backpack effortlessly, rifling through it for some sort of scanner, and promptly proceeded to fight with it in an attempt of figuring out how to turn it on. Play it cool, Clerise. Play it cool.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 4:24 am
For as long as she was able, Mimsy stood on the 'home' side of the portal, staring blankly at the piece of paper that she had been given. There was no map for overlay, nor a key to use as a guide; all she had was no better than vague guesswork that she hardly felt comfortable classifying as scientific. < It looks like a fishimp!> Svensyl helpfully offered, sounding especially pleased with himself. "That is not an actual thing," she hissed, crumpling the paper in her hand before she finally stepped through the portal. There was a vague familiarity on the other side, of something that gave her goosebumps that screamed for her to turn around and return to relative safety. She curiously extended her arm and stared until they went away, interested by the reaction that was so contrary to her logic. She knew what to avoid this time, should they find themselves in a similar situation. Don't get too close. Use Clerise as a barrier. Simple stuff. It didn't take long for her to spot the first body once she looked up again, heralded by Caelius' pause. She blinked and waited, wondering what it was that he expected, and continued to progress through the fog when he moved again. Keeping a short distance from her temporary associates allowed the luxury of examining the corpses once they had already been disturbed - they were not quite like anything she'd ever seen before. This was incredible. She poked at the third body with the end of her weapon, frowned, jabbed it harder, smiled, then stepped on what was presumably its arm. If there was a snap or a crunch, she couldn't hear it - between the whispers and the Death lead's prompt for them to do something, the sound would have been entirely drowned out. Her shoulders drooped, and for a moment she looked like a child who had been barred from jumping into the freshly raked leaves. Thankfully, her need to always look better than Clerise took over, and she directed her attention towards watching her instead. Clerise really may have had the right idea, but Mimsy had no way of knowing at this point. That was more uncomfortable than she was willing to admit, so she tried a different angle. "Sir..." There was hesitation in her voice, albeit a bit strained. "These conditions are insufficient for the prerequisite sweeps necessary for this assignment. We need to go deeper. I am concerned that both our results and safety will be skewed should we begin too quickly." She had a suspicion that their safety was pretty much ********> if they progressed much further, but Clerise beat her to the equipment, so she would beat her to looking like she knew what she was doing.
So there.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 12:03 am
Having had to deal with Mark for quite a period of time - who was currently in the Infirmary thanks to having a broken arm, which may have been involved in being thrown out of windows too many times - the Death lead was mostly unimpressed by what he liked to call Life bullshit. Theories were fine, but he preferred exact results, and if these two Life Hunters could not ascertain the exact results he was looking for (hopes for an Insanity Artifact, most likely, because artifacts), then he would find another two who would.
A Life Hunter was only as good as their shelf life after all, unless one was talking about non-perishable goods, in which Caelius was both surprised and annoyed as to why H had not died with the rest of the council, who were probably half the doctor's age.
At this point, while all this theorizing was happening, Clerise or Mimsy might have caught the glimpse of something watching them, just a hiss, and then the bare undertone of a snarl. The fog became abrasive against their legs, in a way that actually scraped against their skin and hurt to walk, like pressing against sandpaper.
Wordlessly, since the three of them were bonded at least by their inability to communicate beyond derogatory sentences, he continued further, until they had pushed deep into the fog, into what seemed like charred, broken walls. Underneath them, in the bare pockets where the fog did not touch, were signs of well, something. They were probably walking on an old metallic ramp, mostly rusted now, their footsteps still carrying volume, a light clanging rhythm. Old bloodstains littered the sides, and at some point they descended, probably down stairs, surprisingly still usable. They continued to move deeper, deeper still, almost all in silence. It was dark, and then it was white.
The hallway narrowed out, into a corridor of sorts that finally lead to a very large circular podium-like walkway. It was a giant warehouse looking room though nothing was visible other than fog, each other, perhaps the glow of their weapons, and the vicinity of the ramp and ladder closest to the Death lead.
"Well?" he pressed, as if he had finally grown dubious as to why Clerise's Fear scanner wasn't even properly set to the right settings and why Mimsy was staring more at the (lackluster) surroundings than the very important paper she had in her hands. As he turned to glower at the two, the fog behind him seemed to shift-
A single giant yellowed eye unfolding from what had originally been just a mass of white, staring right at the two Life Hunters before lazily closing again.
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