Of course...unreality. [A pause while he silently sighs.] Retrospec controls the lay of the building.
There might be more monsters down here. Be careful.
[He follows close behind, moving the flame around to check the walls and ceilings for spiders of whatever ghosts could be hanging around. For now, the walls are made of solid concrete.]
[The likes of Jim Freaking Halloway can't be the sort of monster-fighting badasses that would thrive in that kind of work environment. She refuses to believe it. Even so, she flexes the fingers of her free hand, ready to summon her weapons to them at a moment's notice.]
I don't know. They have their interns solve puzzle rooms before they can work.
[He walks on in silence and focuses on the hallway ahead of him to the point that he doesn't notice that the walls have been replaced by gray stone bricks.]
[Well. She assumes? They probably get more say in it than Retrospec users. Arlene sweeps the flashlight beam back and forth, keeping an eye out for spiders, and frowns as she notices the change in texture.]
Is it? [He follows Arlene's flashlight, and yes, it's different.]
It could be. If we're in an old underground tunnel.
He sends the fire by the walls in search for any clues hanging on the stones. There's a bit of moss, but no obvious placard detailing Retrospec's true sinister goals. That would be too easy.]
[she mutters to herself, thinking of hers and John's adventure under the sidewalk a few months ago. Hopefully they get something out of it this time... The moss grows thicker as they proceed, until the walls seem to be made of more greenery than stone. Thinking she spotted a glimmer of something underneath, Arlene stops to try and brush away the foliage, only to yelp and swear as a vine suddenly wraps around her wrist.]
[Mohammed yells and jumps back. A vine reaches out from behind him, slowly reaching for his back, which he avoids by running forth to grab Arlene's free arm by her shoulder and pull her back.]
[The vine tears away from her hand easily when she's pulled away, but more start to snake away from the walls, probing the air for things to grab.]
Screw it, they can have their dumb wall!
[Her knives are out in a flash. This is really more a job for some good garden shears, or perhaps a machete, but they're the only sharp objects she has to defend herself with.]
[The flame he summoned earlier is tossed at the wall, sending a cluster of vines away. The one behind him successfully snake around his ankles and yank him backwards, sending him falling. Mohamme'd jacket padded the fall on his arms, but kicking the plants do nothing.]
Magician's Red!
[The fiery birdman astral projects out of his body and heats up the the vines.]
[She jumps out of the line of fire-- whoa what the heckie, she didn't know he could do that.]
Magician's what?
[The vines, or whatever's controlling them, seem to be getting the point at last. Those already on the floor or reaching out shrink away from the flames, while the movement on the wall itself diminishes. Arlene darts over to cut the ones that have Mohammed where they meet the wall, giving the birdman a wide berth.]
[The birdman screeches and lashes at the wall behind Arlene while Mohammed pushes himself onto his feet. He spins around and watches her fight the vines.]
My Persona. He'll take care of the vines. We need to run!
By the time the twists and turns of the tunnel start to lead them upwards, she's getting worried, and a worried Arlene is a quiet and cranky one. The last stretch might be a little uncomfortable, but finally, the air starts to get fresher and light to filter down their way. Arlene runs ahead, making her the first to see the woods at the end of the tunnel.]
It felt like we were in there way longer, didn't it? [she remarks, blinking against the late afternoon sun]
[Mohammed runs after her with with Magicin's Red behind him. A vine touches its arm, which is immediately burned. Every so often, he sends it ahead closer to Arlene to take care of any vines dangerously close to her. The light gives him a goal, something to remind him that he's near the end.
Magician's Red exits with a screech and hovers above them as Mohammed stumbles to a stop.]
This isn't the park. [The trees are too thick. He can't hear the river.] Let's keep going. [Quietly. Those trees may be out for them.]
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There might be more monsters down here. Be careful.
[He follows close behind, moving the flame around to check the walls and ceilings for spiders of whatever ghosts could be hanging around. For now, the walls are made of solid concrete.]
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[The likes of Jim Freaking Halloway can't be the sort of monster-fighting badasses that would thrive in that kind of work environment. She refuses to believe it. Even so, she flexes the fingers of her free hand, ready to summon her weapons to them at a moment's notice.]
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[He walks on in silence and focuses on the hallway ahead of him to the point that he doesn't notice that the walls have been replaced by gray stone bricks.]
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[Well. She assumes? They probably get more say in it than Retrospec users. Arlene sweeps the flashlight beam back and forth, keeping an eye out for spiders, and frowns as she notices the change in texture.]
Is this part older, you think?
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It could be. If we're in an old underground tunnel.
He sends the fire by the walls in search for any clues hanging on the stones. There's a bit of moss, but no obvious placard detailing Retrospec's true sinister goals. That would be too easy.]
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[she mutters to herself, thinking of hers and John's adventure under the sidewalk a few months ago. Hopefully they get something out of it this time... The moss grows thicker as they proceed, until the walls seem to be made of more greenery than stone. Thinking she spotted a glimmer of something underneath, Arlene stops to try and brush away the foliage, only to yelp and swear as a vine suddenly wraps around her wrist.]
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Screw it, they can have their dumb wall!
[Her knives are out in a flash. This is really more a job for some good garden shears, or perhaps a machete, but they're the only sharp objects she has to defend herself with.]
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Magician's Red!
[The fiery birdman astral projects out of his body and heats up the the vines.]
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Magician's what?
[The vines, or whatever's controlling them, seem to be getting the point at last. Those already on the floor or reaching out shrink away from the flames, while the movement on the wall itself diminishes. Arlene darts over to cut the ones that have Mohammed where they meet the wall, giving the birdman a wide berth.]
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My Persona. He'll take care of the vines. We need to run!
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By the time the twists and turns of the tunnel start to lead them upwards, she's getting worried, and a worried Arlene is a quiet and cranky one. The last stretch might be a little uncomfortable, but finally, the air starts to get fresher and light to filter down their way. Arlene runs ahead, making her the first to see the woods at the end of the tunnel.]
It felt like we were in there way longer, didn't it? [she remarks, blinking against the late afternoon sun]
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Magician's Red exits with a screech and hovers above them as Mohammed stumbles to a stop.]
This isn't the park. [The trees are too thick. He can't hear the river.] Let's keep going. [Quietly. Those trees may be out for them.]