[center][b]Mason[/b][/center]

Mason arched his back as a green protruded out of his chest. With a gasp, he readjusted himself and looked forward, facing what he could only tell to be a product of Possession. “What the hell?” he murmured under his breath. His mind was brought back to the action when he noticed Kennedy jump into the portal from the corner of his eye. His head turned sharply in her direction and he shouted after her in concern. “No! Wait!” he screamed. Before he could follow after her he saw the Val nearly grab her by the wrist, only to fail. The green mist was through the portal as well, following after Kennedy. “Dammit!” he shouted in near unison with Val. He turned to see his friend preparing to disembark into the unknown. He started in frustration as Val jumped through the portal, taking a few seconds to get his bearings. “Yes, run head into God-knows-where!” he rambled, rolling his shoulders back as he prepared to follow after his comrades. He ran over to one of the storage barrels and kicked it open, revealing a Vox Populi Burstgun. He ducked his head around its strap and swung it around his shoulder. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Arch and Lucas, cracking an uncertain smile at them before jumping into the portal himself. 

The landing wasn’t smooth. The portal was elevated a little ways from the ground and Mason hadn’t put into account of the difference in height from one side to the other. He rolled on the floor or a moment and looked up to see a guard smiling down at him. He backed up as quickly as he could, half-startled. He grabbed the Burstgun and fired the three rounds at the man’s kneecap. Mason jerked back at the recoiled, scurrying to his feet as the man before him buckled over in pain. Mason flexed his right hand, the vigor still active, and flicked his wrist in the direction of the guard, sending a wave of black feathered demons at him. He ran as the screams echoed through the damp hall. It felt eerily humid here. It wasn’t the same airy atmosphere that one would find in Columbia. Odd, but still, there was no turning back now. He had to run after his fellow Knights, he had to ensure that they were safe at least. Though, he knew they were both capable of defending themselves it was the fact that none of them were sure about what this place has in store for them that made Mason feel uneasy. There was something different about this place, he could already tell. This wasn’t the same air in Columbia. Were they in a hidden section of Columbia the prophet kept from the public? Or was this the “Sodom Below” the false Prophet constantly preached about? Mason’s head throbbed in confusion as he mindlessly followed after Val, focusing only on keeping his back in sight. He took in a breath of the thick, humid air, and couldn’t help but let out a cackle as his adrenaline pumped through him. He caught up to Val, running three feet behind his friend. “Pick up your feet, solider!” he shouted jokingly. 

[center][b]Charlotte[/b][/center]

Charlotte exited the bathysphere once it docked safely. She made her way to the large steel door near the right of the docks and stood in front of it as the gears turned. The door opened and a wide smile appeared on her face as Mr. Bubble’s appeared on the other side of the opening door. “You made it!” she exclaimed, grabbing one of this rough gloved fingers and tugging at him. “Come on, silly!” [i]Mama’s here![/i] she thought. Though it was difficult for her to member the day she was separated from her parents, Charlotte remembered seen the large “Medical Pavilion” sign in the lobby of the area as she was dragged away from his mother, both of them reaching out for the other while screams and cries rang in her ears. She remembered the man that dragged her away, desperately pleading with him to take her back to her mother, how he was telling her that Fontaine had different plans for her. Charlotte looked up at her protector, glad that she had someone to watch over her, despite the lack of human emotion. Once she found her mother, she thought, no one can stop her from being reunited. Not while Mr. Bubble’s was around. If anything happened to him she would surely be vulnerable and her means of protection would be gone. She wrapped her hand tighter around the Big Daddy’s finger.

“Come [i]on[/i] Mr. Bubbles. I can smell the angels…”