Fumi stuck her tongue out in a “bleh” gesture as Falken seemed to recover enough to be a dick again. Sighing at even having worried, Fumi bounced back up onto her feet and left the masochistic man with Eve, hoping she did indeed smack him around a bit. Reappearing back at Garo’s side, she raised a brow questioningly at the mark he left on the door; why even mark it? For Fumi, she just assumed each door would be equally as awful as the last...hopefully she wasn’t asked to scout any of them. The idea of being stuck alone in one of those horrible dimensions was enough to make her shudder. Tapping her finger against the door, she then held up a single finger with her questioning glance, trying to communicate silently with Garo. Was this the first door they’d enter?
Retracting her hands, Fumi sighed slightly while looking at her palms, smoke filtering from her hair and covering the small fingers before dissipating and leaving behind her black, tight gloves. She felt like she was on the biggest and most dangerous heist of her life, she didn’t want to risk ruining her hands in the process.
"GUYS. We GOTTA split up. Do several doors simultaneously. We don't know how much time we have. And we're pretty overpowered as it is; I don't know if you noticed, but you killed that dinosaur three times over."
"I say we split evenly in groups of one to three persons, according to power level, tactics and experience working together. What do you guys think?"
Eve froze for a moment when Falken's fingers closed on her ass. Then she dropped her fist right for his nose. Standing up and wiping her knuckles on her coat, she glanced at what everybody else was doing. "I want you for your guns, Falken. Not your mouth." She walked up to the door Garo was marking. "You taken a linking to this one?" She figured it didn't matter what they picked. They couldn't tell what was on the other side, so it was essentially random. Although maybe a few could give a hint. She glanced around for saloon doors. That would at least be fun. "Okay, calm down, it'll be- hey, buddy, hey- it'll be okay! Please, don't shake my-" John hopelessly tried to interject in Callis and Gen's conversation as it grew more heated. He failed to get a full line out before Gen collapsed. "Are we dragging him with us? Or will somebody stay back and keep an eye on him? I don't feel safe leaving him alone here." Gen's unconsciousness was a problem. It was a minor factor, but John was especially hoping Gen could give the group information on the doors he had been through. Looked like the had to go in blind. He looked for a drawbridge. He might as well try to bang a knight.
Both Alex and Mizuki watched in silence at the scene between Gen and Callis, Alex choosing to think more about what the hologram of Dr. Lazarus had to say instead. So this boy has been in this series of dimensional waypoints since September of last year, and only managed to go through 15 doors? Around four months have passed since that time, so at the rate Gen was going alone, that meant he was going through one room every eight days. If that rate held for the group...five doors would take forty days to fight through. The head of the most important division of the HWIC couldn't be gone for over a month one mission! Watching as Gen collapsed, Alex snapped his fingers and two chains fly out of the walls to lift Gen up by his stomach, wrapping around his midsection.
Shaking her head, Mizuki slowly walked over to Victor, pointing toward Gen. "Didn't you hear the hologram? Any group must pass five doors. The loud one went through fifteen...what does that say? That rule doesn't apply to individuals. If you wish to test your hypothesis...by all means, but I shall not join." Mizuki coldly told Victor, having now recovered from her moment of distress. She truly didn't care about most of these people, only here to fulfill her mission and gain respect from her superior.
"If anyone wishes to carry the boy, speak now. Otherwise, I will either use my chains to hold him up, or ask my operative to do the task." Alex stated, walking up to a door and waiting the the others to follow his lead.
Post by waybig1010101 on Sept 25, 2016 6:07:20 GMT
Jose looks at Mizuki and Alex with his typically stern and cold expression. While he agrees splitting up would be a terrible idea, he didn't enjoy their approach towards Victor. The lad is young and inexperience, but still, he is clearly trying to do his best to help out this situation. His facial expression softens by a few degrees when he address Victor, "I also think it would be best if we stick together. And as much as I appreciate your confidence in our strength, there can potentially be dangers out there that will require all of us working together in order to overcome." He proceeds to pick up Gen's unconscious body and carefully place him over his right shoulder. "We should get moving."
Alex begins to whistle as he tries to figure out his next move. He looks over Falken one more time as if making sure he didn't need to mercy kill his fellow hunter. After a few seconds with no sudden attacks like the one earilier, he moves on to inspect a few doors as he tries to spot anything extraordinary and unique about the doors that will give him idea which one he should take.
Falken stood up with a crooked smile on his face, as his nose slowly was getting reset to place by his nanites. It was quite gruesome to see. -Don’t get angry sweetcheeks, I’m just playing.- He wiped the blood from his nose and began stretching, walking apart from them -Just tell me if you need my "gun" anytime soon- . As soon as he turned his face, the smile went sour, clearly something was wrong, but he was too arrogant and too high on his own hype to admit it, he could remember this place, but his mainframe was empty of any kind of data, it was weird, vestigial images from the organic side of his brain flooding his mainframe. A deep feeling of existential dread started to weigh down on Falken, incapable of co-relating the images on his human brain and the lack of them on his implants memory.
As the Infamous Cyborg wallowed on his confusion, Garo turned to talk to Eve, replying to her question. -I just marked the door we just went through Harper-san.- He got closer and gave a quick glance at Falken, more to point him out than to actually see him. -I can still get a couple of arrows inside his head, I bet one explosion from the inside would take him out, just say the word.- This time around his tone wasn’t as humorous as before, when he offered the same. After offering that his expression got a bit softer as he looked around. -We should start by picking a door, the less time we spend here, the quicker we’re getting out and finishing the job.- Garo spitted on the invisible ground. -This place gives me an eerie feeling, as if we’re being watched.-
The closest doors to them, being inspected by Alexander, were the only ones they could reach, as invisible walls and strange warpings on gravity stopped them from reaching the rest. They were 4 doors, from left to right they were:
A large, black and rustic wooden double door, with heavy golden latches and handles. The door was carved with images of mythological beasts. It seemed to be very heavy and very old, but well maintained.
A large sized metal rolling door, like the ones for garages. It had graffiti over it, nothing too elaborate, just petty vandalism. At the bottom of it there is a handle to lift it up.
A small (Barely able to allow one person through) sliding door, with a metal-like surface, or maybe some kind of advanced polymer, with a strange light panel instead of a doorknob.
A medium sized wooden door with dark varnish, faded golden doorknob, rickety latches and scratched surface. It could be said that the door was more or less modern, meaning late 20th Century more or less.
Callis looked at the group, a gentle smile appeared on his face, it was good to have comrades so reliable as this, he made a good choice on calling them. It was a shame he couldn’t get hold of Haruko, but his brother was quite proficient, same could go for Jose, as Callis also wanted to hire Goemon, but he was otherwise occupied so Jose assisted on his own, yet he was proving to be a great asset, just like in Kyoto way back then. The Beast Knight decided to talk to the others. -I think we can do this, we just need to stay together and work as comrades-in-arms.- He gestured towards the 3 closest doors, the ones they could actually reach. -I think that we need to pick one of these.-
From left to right the doors accessible to them were:
An old looking wooden door, with a metallic frame and reinforcements, old rivets sticking the iron bands into the thick light brown wood. A primitive door knob, with a large keyhole were the only decoration.
A stone door, carved to show a strange eye, clearly not human, shaped like a 4 points star. The door seemed ancient, clearly had seen better days, as cracks covered every part of it. The stone was blackened, as if it was burnt by fire.
A black metal door, silver door knob, with some bullet holes here and there, that would only show darkness if somebody peeked into them. Stickers and fliers were glued to it without rhyme or reason, advertizing bands or people selling stuff (In japanese)
-So which path should we take?- Callis asked, hoping that an ordered voting could be achieved.
"If you want to drag his useless body around, be my guest." Eve told Garo, checking out the doors. "Well, looks like we don't have any choice except for which one we do first. No better place to start than the start." She rapped on the heavy black door. "Weapons ready, but do NOT swing without my orders, you got that? Alex, I want you to wire this door up when we step through. Nobody going through while we're in here. I don't want any surprises waiting when we come back." She stood beside the door to open it without being in any direct line of fire. "See anything weird?" She asked the others as she peered around, going through first. Why did she have to be the tank? Tank always drew agro! John paced before the doors. He was trying to be fair, but one door called to him in particular far too strongly to be ignored. Inhuman eye, looked torched? Smelled like demons! And HE was a demon. Half demon anyway. It seemed like a pretty safe deal. "I like this one on account of being fireproof and demons probably being okay with me, but that's probably not for everybody." He pointed at the charred door with the strange star eye.
A quiet sigh left the mute girl's lips while it seemed her questions weren't being taken through from the others. They seemed all too caught up in their own personal dilemmas, yet there was something about feeling pushed aside in a mission she was apart of that made her feel slightly spiteful; all she felt like doing now was taking anything she could get her hands on...But she squelched the feeling. Stealing from this group in such close quarters wouldn't do her well and it wasn't like she had anywhere to run to either.
Eve picked the door Fumi had her eye on; the gold and dark varnish made her thing of eloquence and wealth. Fumi did so very much love wealth. With a sigh at how slow they were going, Fumi narrowed her eyes to look into the dark as they adjusted; her night vision was typically better than a normal person's, probably because she lived in it so much, but even she couldn't see anything. Maybe it would be best if she went in first to scout it out like she had when she came in...but she chided herself for impatience. If they wanted her help, then they could ask her, until then...she'd stay safely tucked in the back and let them go first while they inspected further into the darkness that plagued this door. For Fumi, her own back was all that mattered to her anyways.
Post by waybig1010101 on Sept 27, 2016 3:47:03 GMT
A quite Jose slowly studies each door before offering his choice, "I think we should go with the wooden door." His reasoning comes down to a feeling about the complexity of each door. The more complex the door, he imagine the more difficult it will be. So, picking the most simple one would ensure an easier time. And while he is interested in challenging himself, he didn't want to put other people at risk for he own desire to test and improve himself.
He wants to explore each door, but before he could get a chance to figure out which one to tackle first, Eve already picks one for the group. Not caring to change her mind, he prepares to place his wires threads as soon as the door opens and they step inside. As he moves his fingers to manipulate his strings, he notices that Fumi is wisely staying behind them to be in the safest position possible. He quickly signs to her, "Why worry little one about the dangers inside. You should be confident in the monsters in front of you." He turns his head back to the door with a creepy smile as he looks forward to what is beyond the door.
Shaking her head head in disappointment at the group being split evenly among the three doors, Mizuki stepped forward and pointed at the door cluttered with posters, specifically at one of the band fliers. "Ongaku." Shifting her hand toward the picture of a fish, she continued. "Sakanaya." Shifting her hand once more, Mizuki stops at the picture of a hat. "Boshi-ya." Turning away from the door, she addresses the group. "Music, fish shops and hat shops are among those fliers. Of the three, this one sounds the most normal, considering we just killed a giant dinosaur and one of our teammates is down." She looked over at Gen, who was being held by Jose. If they were to run into a fight, it is unlikely that the earth manipulator could assist effectively when also trying to keep the boy safe. The bullet holes did make her slightly more weary...but bullets were easier to deal with than whatever demonic beast lurked behind the door with the eye.
Alex merely nodded his head, looking toward the plain door. "The plain one also looks safe enough. Looks like the vote count is 2 plain, one demonic, and two Japanese." Looking over toward Callis, Alex gave him a small smirk of confidence. "You're the last one. Which do you wish; the plain door or the one covered in posters?" Truthfully, Alex wanted to test out Callis's leadership abilities. If the bullets in the door were any indication, choosing that one could make it almost impossible to get Gen's unconscious body through without him sustaining more injuries. The plain door provided fewer details, however. Would Callis take a gamble on an uncertain door, or go with a more defined threat?
Garo nodded agreeing with Eve’s choice. Maybe his decision was partially affected by the images of many possible hunting targets marked on the wood, so maybe this doorway would take them to some sort of forest or hunting grounds. -I have your back Harper-san.- The Old Hunter flanked Eve, readying his bow. Even the arrogant Falken was worried about what he could find on the other side, so he summoned the Tsugami Shining Dual, prepared for anything. The Huntress would find resistance upon trying to fully open the door, as a glass pane stopped the advance of the wood. The crystalline sound of the door knocking on the glass echoed into the Dimensional Waypoint infinite walls.
Inside it was really dark, only the light of the moon, passing through a high window lighted what seemed to be a long hallway, with many objects enclosed by glass exhibits, clearly this was some kind of museum and the door itself was one of the artifacts on display. But most interestingly a figure was stealthy creeping in the dark, his back turned to the door. He was wearing an extremely elegant tuxedo, with a longer tail than usual. It was black with red trims, he had a large top hat with a rose over the wing. A red mask, made of a single piece of cloth, covered from his nose up, with red tinted round glasses covering the holes for his eyes. His chin ended in a trimmed short beard, bending forward.
His white silken gloves were pierced from within, as from his hands, small thorns, like the ones in a rose, surged from his skin. He was using the thorns to steadily open a hole in one of the exhibits, holding a large jewel.
Truth to be told Callis disliked being in a position of leadership, back on his home he was never a leader, he served as a Knight, he helped others, but he never made decisions that could affect the group. It wasn’t a matter of lack of capacity or will, as he knew many times the best course of action. He simply wasn’t considered for them, his mixed heritage marked him as a “danger” or at the very least like a man who worked more on instinct than logic, no matter how much he tried to explain them he relied in logic, even more than them. Nobody would believe he was a great student of theoretical arcanism, since he was half Saevus and the people in Centris considered Saevus as dumb beasts, making Callis half-dumb at least.
Even when he left he was so accustomed to follow than he never aimed for a leadership role, even during the war he relinquished his role as General to become a lone warrior, the scourge of the Unda hordes, just grouping up when a big battle happened. But right now he couldn’t do the same things as he did in the past, he couldn’t take the luxury of ignoring the role he was given by the JHWAB, something he got from his actions being properly recognized and rewarded. He felt this many times, but this might be the one he felt it the most. Maybe coming to this world was his destiny, maybe looking for a way home was something he didn’t have to waste time on. He gave everything he had to give to Centris and he only was ridiculed and hated for it. For all that he knew they might think he is dead.
Finally after thinking about these feelings while he glanced at the doors he decided to pick the simple door, the one that seemed old. Maybe because he had Centris on his mind, or just because the bullet holes actually looked dangerous. -I think we will take the simple door, I will take point.- The Beast Knight calmly walked towards it, with one of his Notio Gladio manifesting on his hand. The opened the door, pulling from the handle and crossed the doorway. A thick fog covered the surrounding areas, the skeleton of a castle, scorched and half melted rocks were barely visible nearby. -Come in, stick together and speak softly, we have low visibility and I do not want to alert any possible foes hiding nearby.- He instructed while scanning the area in search of any threats, using his acute senses to attempt detecting possible enemies, yet the thick fog was hindering his efforts.
What Callis didn’t know was that the door was surrounded and that the fog wasn’t natural.
Her crimson gaze rolled gracefully towards the ceiling at Alex's words, she bit her tongue metaphorically from saying anything sarcastic, but her thoughts were loud enough. "So edgy, oooooh." Entering behind her group, Fumi was idly hopping from foot to foot, feeling the blood rush through her entire body as she began to focus on her body like she did during her heists; the more aware she was of herself, and her surroundings, the faster and more efficient she could escape. However, that all stopped as their surroundings changed immediately upon opening and passing through the doorway. If Fumi could have spoke, she would have said "No way.", at the sight before them. Her view was a little obstructed thanks to the tall group members she was with, but Fumi knew an eloquent museum when she saw one. Her heart began pumping, her pupils dilated, and her gloved fingers tightened into her palms so hard that the worn leather surrounding them made a sound with its stretched fabric. This place...was a goldmine!!
Her impulse control was so little, that Fumi didn't even think to look past the bodies of her comrades. Instead, she immediately departed to the left where a golden, glittering bust lay behind thick sheets of glass. So far, she didn't see anything super hi-tech about this case and after using her hand in its smoke form, she didn't see any lasers either. Simultaneously with the fellow thief she couldn't see, Fumi had easily caused the glass casing to disappear, her free hand grasping at the object of wealth all while she felt the rush of adrenaline course throughout her body. Fumi loved this feeling!! The sensation of breaking in, the satisfaction of taking the object; the mere weight of the gold memorabilia was so delightfully heavy that she had to bite onto her tongue to stop herself from sighing out loudly and happily.
It was only thanks to the glint of the glorious jewel that the masked culprit pulled out, that Fumi finally realized they weren't alone. All at once, the glass case reappeared in a burst of smoke and Fumi, driven out of sheer greed and poor self-control, sent her current trophy into black smoke and dispersed her arms once again that crawled along the floor in whipsy, black tendrils, aiming for the cloaked man. She wanted what he had!!! Her thrilled smile and gleaming, mischievous gaze showed that she didn't care if she sabotaged what they'd worked for thus far in terms of stealth, because for Fumi...she'd take and run if someone didn't stop her in time!
Post by HungryHunter on Sept 30, 2016 15:26:19 GMT
Eve remained still at the door frame to study the room. It wasn't what she was expecting. Her eyes roved over hard tile and spectacular gold trim. A museum? She guessed when she saw the various display cases. And one of those boring ones. Not the ones with guns and dinos. Lot of sparkly things though. Probably fetched a pretty penny if she was stupid enough to go rummaging around here. Eve spotted her tiny companion rummaging around in a case.
She spun her head to glare just as Fumi made her leap for the other man in the museum. She jumped forward and threw an open palm for the back of Fumi's fluffy head. She held her other hand palm out in a gesture of peace. "Sorry about her. You don't tell on us and we won't tell on you, okay buddy?" Eve gave a friendly smile, hoping Fumi wouldn't cause a disaster. John graciously shrugged and followed through the door everybody agreed upon. It wasn't his choice, but it was the group's choice. And the other side didn't seem that bad. His eyes couldn't pierce the fog, not being any better than an ordinary human's. He preferred sunlight, but the melted looking stone was a good sign. He was immune to fire. It looked like a dragon was nearby, and he could take point on that. "Anybody see anything?" He asked, taking his high-powered flashlight off his belt and shining it into the fog, hoping to pierce it, if only a little. He also sniffed at the air. Perhaps his powerful nose could pick up something his eyes couldn't?
Tentatively walking through the door, Mizuki materializes a white mask once more on her face, this time in the form of a wolf's head that masked people's ability to see her eyes like the fox mask, detailed with purple lines to create the vague features of the wolf's snout and sides of face. She began scanning the area, looking through the fog to try and spot heat signatures that were trying to stay out of sight. Following behind Mizuki was Alex, also scanning his surroundings, though he was limited to normal vision. "Low visibility...stay together, it's easy to get lost." Alex stated, keeping an eye on Mizuki to see if she spots anything. He knew that whenever that mask was on, her senses were heightened...so perhaps she may spot something.
Jose makes sure to stay in the middle of the group as they progress through the fog for that is the safest position for his unconscious companion. While at the same time trying to get a better comprehension of their surroundings with a combination of his KI and terra senses. As he tries to map out the area, he also makes sure to pay attention to his nearby allies. If anyone tries to make a move in the wrong direction compare to the rest of the group, he would shift the ground underneath their feet to bring them back to the group. However, considering Alex and John could travel without using their legs, he makes sure to take a small rock infused with his own Ki and offers it to each man. He then motions with his hand gestures to place each tiny stone in their pockets. That way it will make it easier for him to detect them regardless if they are flying, or teleporting within a responsible distance. Due to being preoccupied with all of these responsibilities he place on himself, he doesn't attempt to talk to anyone as he is trying to optimize their chances of surviving this place and sticking together. As Eve addresses the man, Alex's fingers move every so slightly as he prepares for conflict. Thankfully both Eve and Fumi are pretty good targets to create an opening for his own attack, due to one's smoke like state and the other's durability. He slowly walks around in order to achieve a proper angle and waits to see what happens between the stranger. Out of curiosity, he takes a moment to gaze at what the man is trying to steal. When his eyes notice the jewel, he frown and lost interest immediately at the precious and expensive object, and return his focus back on to the man.
The man turned around, noticing the rustling of Fumi’s hair in the silent museum hallway. He stopped his task midway, abandoning the precise cutting of a circle and turning around. For a moment he was surprised at seeing the open door with such strange group coming out of it, but he quickly got his composure back. He was around 6 ft tall and was very lean. The tails of his tux fluttered behind as he faced them, with a debonair smile adorning his face. -Bounnnotte bella donne!- He performed a very theatrical bow. -I would love to entertain you with poetry or a display of my humble musical talents, but at the moment I don’t have time for it.- He spoke with a charming Italian accent following each word with a gentle court-like mannerism. -I do have more urgent matters to attend as my attention must be focused on obtaining the fantastical jewel you see before me.-
He gestured with his hand as he moved out of the way. Behind a glass cube there was one of the biggest jewels they might have seen in their lives. With shiny opaque red color, a bit bigger than a closed fist. It was cut to resemble a flame, it’s surface full of veins from another material, which glowed with black light.The Dashing Rogue then returned to his work, once again showcasing his strange ability, as small spikes surged from his fingers and with a single twist of his wrist he opened the casing, taking the Jewel with ease. Clearly he knew other people with abilities and the intrusion of the newcomers didn’t quite surprise him. With stolen good in hand he turned around, knocking his heels together as he did and bowed again as he placed the jewel inside his top hat.
-I think my task here is done, now the only thing that remains…- He went back to a standing position, his red tinted glasses obscuring his eyes. -Is to ask you estimated donee and gentiluomini.- He put his top hat again and seemingly the jewel was taken elsewhere as it didn’t fall off as he placed it. -Are you part of the despicable porco of the government secret police that want to bring us down or like me are you peace loving freedom fighters with only an impeccable taste for art and night owl tendencies?- His question was elaborate, almost as elaborate as his mannerism and the control of his voice, that seemed normal to them, but anybody listening from the sides wouldn’t hear a whisper. -Because if you are part of the first group I wouldn’t like being in your shoes right now.-
Falken looked at Eve moments after the Dashing Rogue finished speaking. The Infamous Mercenary had a sarcastic smirk plastered on his face, clearly not taking the threat seriously. -Is this wanker for real?- His smirk grew wider. -Because he just threaten me and that's just bloody precious.-
The mist was oppressive, clouding everything around the group as they exited the door and started looking around. It swallowed light, sound and scent. The only one in the group who might be able to feel something was Jose, as his unique skillset allowed him to sense vibration and possible notice what was happening beyond the fog. They were surrounded by at least a dozen sets of feet touching the ground. Any member of the team with the ability to perceive magical energy would quickly realize that the mist had magical elements, maybe some kind of spell. Callis felt strangely relieved, as this mist was blocking a lot of the sensory input he usually had to withstand. For a moment he almost felt at peace. It was a short lived feeling, replaced by impossible surprise as he finally heard something.
“Ius Fulmen: Ultio Carcer”
This incantation came from all around them, many voices proclaimed it and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of ozone. The Beast Knight barked barely managed to bark an order, as the spells were being casted in Viani, his homeland language. -GET DOWN AND DO NOT TOUCH THEM!- He shouted as streams of lightning surged from the fog, like spears of light directed towards them in a symmetric pattern of curves. The spell was meant to create a cage of lighting to entrap dangerous opponents, hopefully nobody in the group would attempt to touch it or they might receive a extremely powerful discharge, one that could easily take out a regular human. -This cannot be... I can not be here... not now...- The Beast Knight whispered, realizing what this meant.
Fumi let out a muffled sound, similar to a gasp mixed with a squeak as her smoking hands returned all at once, grasping at the back of her head that had just been smacked. With small tears burning in the corners of her eyes, Fumi looked towards Eve with a pointed glare that was about as intimidating as a threatening rabbit, all while rubbing the back of her head. Grumbling something unintelligible to herself, Fumi sulked and skulked closer to the nearest wall, trying to keep distance between her and the Iron Maiden. Eve had undoubtedly been gentle, but it still felt pathetic to be whopped in the back of the head like that!
Despite how initially stealthy their arrival had been, the man who was stealing the gem that she now dearly wanted, seemed rather unimpressed and not surprised at all by their appearance. His accent was definitely...odd...his mannerisms also odd...and that power of his was DEFINITELY weird, but Fumi’s fixation towards a new target was quick to overwhelm her initial feelings on the man. The stunning jewel he showcased to them was something she’d NEVER seen before and that glow...it was divine! Fumi practically salivated at the thought and her entire body tingled like an electric shock had coursed through her; she wanted that gem more than anything in the world at this moment….and the hat he hid it within was GREAT. Watching him deposit the gem inside, then seeing it had clearly disappeared like some bizarre magic trick...Fumi wanted a hat like that and the gem inside.
The small girl was visibly antsy, clenching and un-clenching her fingers into small fists as she focused on the odd man’s hat. Chewing on her bottom lip before focusing back in as he seemed to have asked them a weird question. Impeccable taste for art and night owl tendencies? She liked this guy’s way of thinking! Smiling mischievously, the small girl’s eyes gleamed and she held her gloved hand up, gesturing with her index and middle finger to show she sided with option number 2. This place wasn’t so bad...and maybe she could get closer to the guy if she sided with the option he obviously preferred.
Eve spun from the tamed Fumi, not sparing her a glance, to throw another slap, this time for Falken's head. "And you don't do anything. We have literally no idea what we're actually dealing with here." She finally turned to the thief himself, quickly settling on the truth. "We are neither. We are simply interdimensional travelers who will be out of your hair in a few short minutes." She glared daggers at Alex, knowing he was the next most likely to cause trouble in the group. She could never tell what that maniac was thinking, and honestly, she preferred Falken in this sort of situation. At least he was predictably scummy. John frowned when his nose picked up nothing. That seemed odd. He should at least be getting damp stone from the fog, but there was nothing, like the fog was hiding a world that hadn't loaded in. He was halfway taking a step into it before he heard the shout. He recognized magic when he heard it, no matter where or when they were. He jumped back to be among the group as the lightening coursed from beyond their vision to surround them.
A ball of blue flame flared up in his hand for a brief instant, casting an eerie glare that counteracted the light of their supernatural cage. In another instant, the flames were snuffed. The bars weren't closing in. They could talk. "Whoever is out there, we have no qualms with you!" He called into the fog, ready to show his flames again if things went sour.