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[OPEN] Mission 155

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Location: An unmarked cavern system outside Death City.
Rating: Various.
Time: March 18th, sunrise.
Description: Shibusen agents brave underwater caverns to take out the first of three Madness emitters.

Missiongoers pile out of the mirrors early in the morning, just as the first hints of sun start to color the walls of the sandstone canyon red and purple; it'll be the last bits of real light they'll see for at least a few hours. The atmosphere is electric -- there're quite a few new (and old) arrivals who're eager to see some action, but just as many people who're feeling rather more apprehensive… And for good reason.

The only way to their destination is blocked by a few hundred yards of sunken tunnels. Luckily they've been provided with mouthpieces, breathing apparatuses with enough oxygen to last about ten minutes: more than enough time, provided that the guests don't lose their way in the dimly-lit, twisted caverns. It's as easy as following the person in front of them, right?

Upon emerging safely from the pool onto mostly-dry land, they'll find themselves in an immense cavern, illuminated by countless, blue fungi clinging to the walls and ceiling, looking like stars dotting a night sky. Already the first signs of the way Madness has been corrupting the wildlife are evident: the mushrooms exude strange spores that make some people's head pound the same way the increasingly noticeable Madness wavelength does.

As they travel further into the watery caves and explore its many branches, they'll begin to encounter creatures twisted by Madness: moles, snakes, beetles, centipedes, all grown to monstrous proportions, some with a venomous bite that quickly turns their victim feverish and delirious. The more daring fighters can easily dispatch those and delve even deeper, and it's near the source of the Madness, in the chamber housing the emitter itself, that they'll encounter the kishin eggs.

There're dozens of them-- eyeless, white, vaguely human-shaped things, but despite their blindness they have no problem finding their quarry, fighting with claws and exuding their own Madness wavelength. If the missiongoers can stand strong against the kishin eggs and the ever-present wavelength given off by the Madness emitter, Shibusen's specialists will have enough time to shut the machine down for good.

OOC NOTES.
- The event summary post containing all relevant links is located here.
- Make your own threads, but please indicate in your subject line [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED] and, if applicable, if you need a kishin egg NPC!
- The locations are the sunken tunnels, the medics area, the cave system, and the emitter chamber, but only the medics will have their designated sub-thread.
- If you have any further questions, the mod thread on the coordination post is here!

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Bakura flinched as the shot echoed, barely managed to back out of the way as his double moved.

It was too close quarters, to tight, to cramped, too much like--

No. No, no no, not thinking of that, not not--

His shoulders curled in as the effects of the Madness filled his ears with the sound of shattering glass, crunching metal and screams cut short and he took steps back. No, no, stop it, focus on the present, focus on--

His eyes snapped open and he turned just in time to see the arm swiping at him from an opening in the small cave he had been pulled into. With a far too high pitched yell that may or may not have been a curse, he stepped back, tripping over the uneven floor and starting to fall.

It was the d10 that landed, however, Bakura huddling in the relative safety and sanity of his Weapon form.

His attention flickered to the side as he heard the sudden commotion behind him. Cursing under his breath, he rewarded the seeking hand with one of his daggers that he pushed through it with all the force he could. There was another shriek and then the monster was caught, unable to move either for- now backwards like a monkey with a lump of salt.

Cursing under his breath he returned his attention to the first enemy which seemed to have learned by now that getting carelessly too close to their hole was a painful mistake. Then he started smirking. "Hah, I didn't know you even knew words like tha- Where the fuck are you?"

It would probably have been easier to find him if he hadn't stepped onto the die in his hurry.

'Get off me!' The reply was slightly distant and somewhat angry. It wasn't as if Bakura was afraid that he would be crushed (he was pretty sure he couldn't be, despite the seeming cracks that were on his surface) it just was very uncomfortable to have that weight on top of him.

..not to mention that it chafed what little pride he had.

" -" He raised his foot and gave the little thing a meaningful look. "If you were looking for a hiding place, that's a very good one." He gave it a small kick. "Now get out of that before I toss you out there to entertain the monsters!"

Or tripped on him, which was more of a worry even if he'd never voice it.

'No. It's safer in here,' came the stubborn response. 'You took my gun, what else am I going to do but be a target if I'm any other way that this?'

...and being in that form helped him fend off the Madness that had been beating away at his sanity so that he could think properly instead of panicking.

"Be less of a hindrance, for one." And because he has no problems making his threat true, he picks the die up and moves as if he were going to toss it right between the monsters outside. "Remember, don't stumble when you're running."

The red thread reaches out and clings tightly to the Voice's palm, the full force of Bakura's stubbornness behind it. Like hell he's letting that jerk throw him to the wolves!

He curses and tries to get the little, clingy thing off. Not again!!

Oh yes again. It's very rare when Bakura gets his back up, but he'll be damned if he lets himself be thrown away.

'Did you think I would just let you do that? If you don't want me underfoot, find somewhere else for me to hide, but don't think you'll get rid of me like that!'

Oh hell, as if he'd really have done that after he just saved his life! He bites down a curse as he barely moves out of a searching claws reach in time. The monsters hadn't missed that something was amiss between them.

'I'm not putting you into my pants!'

There was a distinct lack of trust when it came to the Voice. Bakura wouldn't have put it past him.

'Don't you have any other pockets?!' If he was wearing Bakura's clothes it was more likely than not.

Not.. that Bakura was too inclined to let go even that way. Resonating helped fend off the Madness, after all. Even if it was with that jerk.

He had, but rather hell would freeze over before he let a guy he didn't trust get anywhere near close to his weapons.

'Forget it. They're full with things I actually need.' Unlike certain clingy former hosts who looked just as unreliable in their Weapon form as they were in their true one.

'I'm not letting go,' Bakura responded stubbornly. 'This is the only defense I have against the Madness and from getting hurt!'

There was a silent, almost resenting 'You took my gun, what else am I supposed to do?' only half audible follow up, not one directed, but bitterly sent none the less. Without a Meister and without his pistol, he had no way to do anything. All he could do was hide in dice form to keep from going Mad and making things worse.

He scowled as he finally caught the D10 in one of his hands. Great, the monsters outside and a host who insisted on being stubborn in here. 'I didn't see you trying to use it.'

Unlike Ryou Bakura was feeling well being exposed to the madness wavelength, drawing from it as if he were soaking in the warming rays of the sun. Staring at the monsters, he wondered for a moment when it had gotten like that and if it meant that he and them were the same. At first it had been bothering him too, back when he had been a human. But somewhere along the way it had turned from displeasure to something normal and later even familiar and welcoming to him. He wants to blame that thing for it but he knows that it's a result of him becoming what he was long before he had been killed and his remnants forced to become- He cut the thought short with a hiss as he gritted his teeth. Damn host, whenever he got close like that he made him think about pointless things that were way in the past!

'Sorry if I can't load a gun while running in a twisty maze of caves all alike!' Bakura snapped back, unknowingly referring to the video game that shared the name of the thing that his double was thinking of. It just... seemed a proper reference. It was dark and he was likely to be eaten by a Kishin.

He tsk-ed, already half tempted to sock the cheeky little thing into some monster's face again.

'That's why you modern day people are far better victims than fighters! Zero survival skills!' To make a point, he aimed the gun and shot the monster once more. "And you take your dirty paws out of here!!"

There was a wave of aggravated frustration in return. 'Says the one who's being too stubborn to fight the way that works in this place,' Bakura returned. 'Stop wasting my bullets on things you can't kill with them!'

He gave him an annoyed look. He was tempted to cross his arms in front of his chest with a huff, but he resisted the urge to do it, one, because that gesture'd be way to girly for a proud thief like him and two, because it'd be kind of pointless when you hold the person you're arguing with in your hand.

'So then what?! Are you suggesting I use you?!'

Edited 2012-08-31 20:17 (UTC)

Of course, he had to word it that way. Bakura bristled, stubbornness rising.

'If you could, it'd keep us both from being killed,' he returned. But it wasn't as if the Voice actually did anything to help that wasn't backstabbing or just trickery... he wouldn't be surprised if the reason that the Voice had been so vehement about not working with him was that he couldn't. The resonance had broken quickly both times, after all...

He all but bristled physically at the suggestion. 'Are you trying to imply that I can't?!!'

'Why else would you still be hiding in this hole and using weapons that can't kill what's trying to kill you?' Bakura returned, the edge of the Madness enhancing the irrationally pleased feeling that of having pissed off his double.

'Because that's better than trying to rely on a guy who killed me once and keeps changing what he wants like a girl with PMS?'

'You don't get to tell me I shouldn't be how I am and then insult me for trying to be different!' Bakura snapped. 'And if you'd ever listened to me none of that would have mattered anyway!'

He gave the D10 a flat look.

Then he snipped it outward the opening, having it bounce right off the kishin egg's head.

The red thread stayed attached as the die flew. As if it would be so easy...

However, the tumbling motion was enough as Bakura concentrated, pushing up on the 0 to make it land face up.

If the Ring wasn't going to do what was needed....

There was a seconds pause before the die zipped back to his double's hand, starting to glow brightly as Bakura poured all his frustration and anger into it. 'AIM!' he shouted.

Edited 2012-09-01 02:56 (UTC)

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