Oliver Nash drifted about the dominating void of his unconscious mind, a phantom in a prison cell. "And so we fall..." he muttered, talking to the cold walls that boxed him in. , "...deeper down the rabbit hole."
The Wizard came to.
He looked around and instantly saw a gathering of figures unfamiliar to him. Instinctively, Oliver analyzed his surroundings for combat advantages until he realized that they weren't exactly a threat; on the contrary, apparently this bunch were just as fucked-over as his own.
Shaking his head, he growled underneath his breath. If one thing was certain, it was that this old man was sick and tired off being knocked unconscious. That and the riddles. God, how he hated the riddles...
What had happened back there, in the sandtraps? Who was that ominous man in white and furthermore, what did he want from Oliver? "Don't fail me," he had said. What the hell was that?! The twists in this game were not slowing down and frankly, they made his blood boil.
The crime fighting veteran had to put his thoughts on the backburner, though, as he embraced the fresh scent of chaos (and shit) that the Sewer System provided. "Onward-ho," Oliver quipped bitterly. Sarcasm rolled off his tongue like a snake's poison.
The trek through the sewers was unpleasant and uninteresting--with exception given to the girl's misstep--until they stumbled upon the rather perplexing quarters that had apparently sprung up from the ground. There were beds... and a fridge. The aging convict knocked on the barrier that seperated the room from the putrid tunnels. It was glass, possibly bulletproof.
You're laughing again, aren't you? Oliver's ongoing dialogue of the mind was enough to provoke a Dr. Phil special, but when it came to the psyche of its contestants, Friend or Foe did not discriminate.
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“Oliver, right? I think we’re being followed. At least five or six extra, far enough back not to be picked up easily to untrained ears. I notice you keep looking out the glass, I am assuming you heard them, as well?” asked the oriental warrior of the sandman.
With eyes that stuck into Kazuya like needles, the old man responded. “Who would be following us?”
“Beats the hell out of me, but do you think we’ll be safe going back out there, or should we wai--"
A 'shh!' cut through the man's word like a hot knife to butter. The silver-haired powerhouse threw a finger out into the tunnels, as if to say 'look.' The shadows danced about. The creatures that haunted this den were close, he could sense it. They would have to be ready. He turned to his armed affiliate and gave a nod. Kazuya responded with a shinkt as his blade was drawn.
Moving outside, they pounced the intruder(s) with a v-formation. They synchronized--blade and fist--while soaring through the air. The combined force met ... a golden retriever. Panting, tongue wet with saliva, the mut barked with glee. The weapons, metallic and natural, stopped before hitting their mark.
Meanwhile, Tempo was patting down his bed. The fight had left him exhausted. Sure, the place was suspicious, but they needed to rebuild their strength. And so, the boy toggled the volume on his mp3 player and stretched out on the matress. If it weren't for his melodies, he might have heard.
The ninja staggered back a few paces, a little embarassed; but Oliver stood still, eyes wide. The femme fatale had almost let out a sigh of relief when her ears twitched, and thats when she came to the same cold realization that had struck the Wizard only milliseconds prior. Her head snapped back so fast that it might have spun off, and Oliver's gaze followed. But they were too late...
The crystal-haired addict had been leaning against a wall, when a pair of arms emerged from it, pulling her into the abyss. Tempo, bobbing away, was completely stunned when a black sack was pulled over his eyes (for a second time), closing him off from the others. Ashe too was caught off guard, as an oversized arm emerged and twisted around her leg. The floor panel collapsed and she lost her footing.
Rose was left to decide which one to save, while the self-appointed 'leaders' on the outside were forced to watch as the group was taken.
Into the shadows.
The Wizard came to.
He looked around and instantly saw a gathering of figures unfamiliar to him. Instinctively, Oliver analyzed his surroundings for combat advantages until he realized that they weren't exactly a threat; on the contrary, apparently this bunch were just as fucked-over as his own.
Shaking his head, he growled underneath his breath. If one thing was certain, it was that this old man was sick and tired off being knocked unconscious. That and the riddles. God, how he hated the riddles...
What had happened back there, in the sandtraps? Who was that ominous man in white and furthermore, what did he want from Oliver? "Don't fail me," he had said. What the hell was that?! The twists in this game were not slowing down and frankly, they made his blood boil.
The crime fighting veteran had to put his thoughts on the backburner, though, as he embraced the fresh scent of chaos (and shit) that the Sewer System provided. "Onward-ho," Oliver quipped bitterly. Sarcasm rolled off his tongue like a snake's poison.
The trek through the sewers was unpleasant and uninteresting--with exception given to the girl's misstep--until they stumbled upon the rather perplexing quarters that had apparently sprung up from the ground. There were beds... and a fridge. The aging convict knocked on the barrier that seperated the room from the putrid tunnels. It was glass, possibly bulletproof.
You're laughing again, aren't you? Oliver's ongoing dialogue of the mind was enough to provoke a Dr. Phil special, but when it came to the psyche of its contestants, Friend or Foe did not discriminate.
---
“Oliver, right? I think we’re being followed. At least five or six extra, far enough back not to be picked up easily to untrained ears. I notice you keep looking out the glass, I am assuming you heard them, as well?” asked the oriental warrior of the sandman.
With eyes that stuck into Kazuya like needles, the old man responded. “Who would be following us?”
“Beats the hell out of me, but do you think we’ll be safe going back out there, or should we wai--"
A 'shh!' cut through the man's word like a hot knife to butter. The silver-haired powerhouse threw a finger out into the tunnels, as if to say 'look.' The shadows danced about. The creatures that haunted this den were close, he could sense it. They would have to be ready. He turned to his armed affiliate and gave a nod. Kazuya responded with a shinkt as his blade was drawn.
Moving outside, they pounced the intruder(s) with a v-formation. They synchronized--blade and fist--while soaring through the air. The combined force met ... a golden retriever. Panting, tongue wet with saliva, the mut barked with glee. The weapons, metallic and natural, stopped before hitting their mark.
Meanwhile, Tempo was patting down his bed. The fight had left him exhausted. Sure, the place was suspicious, but they needed to rebuild their strength. And so, the boy toggled the volume on his mp3 player and stretched out on the matress. If it weren't for his melodies, he might have heard.
The ninja staggered back a few paces, a little embarassed; but Oliver stood still, eyes wide. The femme fatale had almost let out a sigh of relief when her ears twitched, and thats when she came to the same cold realization that had struck the Wizard only milliseconds prior. Her head snapped back so fast that it might have spun off, and Oliver's gaze followed. But they were too late...
The crystal-haired addict had been leaning against a wall, when a pair of arms emerged from it, pulling her into the abyss. Tempo, bobbing away, was completely stunned when a black sack was pulled over his eyes (for a second time), closing him off from the others. Ashe too was caught off guard, as an oversized arm emerged and twisted around her leg. The floor panel collapsed and she lost her footing.
Rose was left to decide which one to save, while the self-appointed 'leaders' on the outside were forced to watch as the group was taken.
Into the shadows.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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