Even without its eyes, the slime's life flashes before itself as the monster _{(@Samdragonx)} stoops to make contact. Two arms burst out, raised in a surrender, or to imply, "Keep away." The viscous bundle shifts, bubbles, and gurgles to account for the new allocation of mass.

These arms are small, wrapped in the same putty-like substance imitating baggy fabric. Exposed are the hands, a charred black complexion - inherent, as if whatever the slime really is was born with it, not burned.

When the beast hunkers off, it stays. It lingers instead by the two men before, preferring the one without the "nice teeth," _{(@MikkishtheLeprechaun)} so nice, apparently, that they needed to be covered before.

The slime's temperature returns to a comfortable warmth, and with the support of its arms, drags itself in front of the man's feet.

@Karkinos@Samdragonx@Gentlemanvaultboy

When the blob came to Mikkish' feet, it felt to him like a warm campfire. It was a welcome heat, as this underground complex was rather chilly. He turned to Dog.

"I agree with Optimus Prime, lets find a way out of here." He said, interpreting the robot's actions as an urge to move on.

Off he went, looking for signs of sunlight or a way out. Maybe, he thought, they would find even more crazy characters in their situation. That was when he stumbled upon a woman asleep on the cold floor.

@Assallya

She wasn't just any woman. She had pointed ears, and was dressed like someone right out of a fantasy convention. Given the circumstances, Mikkish wouldn't have been surprised if this was a legit hobbit. Yes, hobbit. Mikkish didn't care too much about fantasy novels and the like, despite himself being a mage, so he truly had elves confused with hobbits.

"Uh...hey you. You don't want to sleep here." He said, raising his voice to wake her.

“Big. Yes. I have been walking for a long time. You are the first person I have seen.” As Alastair drew closer to the woman it became clear that she was much taller than he had expected seeing her from afar; although used to being shorter than most of the men he met, even without his slouch, it was rare to meet a woman who towered over him to this extent. If this fact bothered him in slightest it did not show.

The stranger, Ash, fell into step beside Alastair and indicated that they should continue in the same direction that he had been walking; a path that would bring them closer to the accursed light. Reluctantly Alastair took a step forward, then another and another until he was walking with the same stilted gait as before. “Alastair. You may call me Alastair. You do not know how you came to be here Ash?”

@Illiren

@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Karkinos@Samdragonx@Assallya

Apparently only the blob had a problem with Dog face, which he didn't really know how to take. Still he slunk along at the rear of what was no doubt the oddest procession there ever was, senses on high alert for any danger from behind. It wasn't long before they stumbled upon what the big guy had apparently sensed.

He stared at the woman laid across the floor with utter bewilderment. At first he thought she might be dead, but no. As they got closer he could see her breathing. Just asleep, like they'd all been. "Ya' know..." He started slowly, "I was thinking this might be some kind of weapons test before now. Ya' know, catch a bunch of people and stick them in a lab, let a monster out to see how it does, that sort of thing. I mean, that made sense between me, and them," He pointed at the blob, the reached out and put a hand on the big guy. Maybe a little hard, in case he wanted to make good on his intention of making a snack of what they'd found. "And this guy. And maybe you," He said to Mikkish. "I didn't know what your deal was, but I figured it had to be something seeing as your pretty calm about the three of us."

He looked back down at sleeping beauty. "But why would you put a showgirl into something like that?"

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Mikkish hadn't considered the odd appearance, or nature, of anyone he was with until now. He certainly considered them odd, but he didn't consider it anything to react to until now. Truly, he felt a bit of pride, now that Dog had brought it up. Even if the world he was from required people to carry guns because it was so dangerous, he knew the average joe would wet themselves just because of this guy's fangs, or the blobs blobness. Not the robot. Robots were commonplace.

"Real monsters don't look the part." He said, feeling a mix of guilt and glee as he thought back over the things he had done in the past.

"She could be a mage, or something even more dangerous."

Trailing after the two men, and keeping close, it'd inevitably found the woman lying unconscious on the concrete _(@Assallya), too, and the slime became infatuated in inspecting her. The ritual involved the eyes again, but as it oozed around and around the figure, the blob's form flattened out like a ring, and while it spun, its eyes would bob in the current, giving the suspect a thorough one-over as they were carried around and around, near hypnotically.

Azure eyes snapped open. Golden brows arched. The woman spun, her arms propping up her torso.

"By the..." She burst out, "what? What?"

Her eyes slipped from person too person, thing to thing. She'd just gone to sleep in the bed of her regal estate and board she was here. Everything was grey and dirty but it wasn't any type of dungeon that she'd ever seen.

She'd been kidnapped. That had to be it. For a moment she almost cat a spell but realized that would be suicide. These kidnappers were far too close to her.

"Whatever you want," she stated, "I'll help you get. Just please don't kill me."

"Nope" Ashley replied, not even going to pretend she had any idea how she got there. With the number of enemies one can pick-up being around for a thousand years, and friends to teach you something or another, Ashley had enough defenses littering her home that most would have to be suicidal to try and break in, let alone succeed at getting her out. If she knew a way that someone could move her she would have tried to find a counter to it.
"There is no practical way that we could have been put here physically" Ashley comments, as she stretches out her back "You have been here longer than I have, I think" Ashley drops her arms, paying more attention to the walls "It is hard to tell the passage of time in here"
"Well all we can do is keep going, we will find someone or something eventually." Ash decided before continuing offhandedly "Well, that or we will just keep walking till we die"

@King Cosmos

@Assallya@Karkinos@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Samdragonx

"Whoa, whoa, we're not gonna kill ya," Dog said, holding his hands up and bringing his hand his finger up to his teeth. "Shhhhh! We don't know what else is here."

Zanni hears voices. Not the regular voices, but voices of distress and fear.

"Ahhh... Showtime!"

He strolls slowly in the direction of the voices. The first impression is important. The audience has no clue of the act that is about to be performed. He holds in his breath. These are the moments that define greatness. His red nose starts growing and growing. It has grown so big that Zanni can hide his whole face behind it. With a balloon-sized nose filled with air he walks towards the sounds. If they can't see the face, they will surely not judge on sight alone.

"Hello there big boys..." Zanni stopped talking. By compressing the air in his nose, his voice went from deep and dreamy to high and childish. His teeth almost penetrated his own nose. By releasing some air, he should be fine. His nose shrinks an inch.

"Hey, you would like heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllll...p?" Zanni mumbled and stumbled. Why can't he just go killing again? Scraping wiggling tissue from bones is easier than confronting possible powerful abductors. Courage, Zanni, is what you need. Doesn't matter if they fear you or love you, they all better be watching their funny bone. He needs to sound friendlier and inviting.

Still without being able to see anyone, he mumbles:"Wanna be friends? Come over HERE!" Realizing nothing would make this scenario less akward, Zanni starts running heads on to the voices, hoping they are less frightened from him than he is of dogs. "Friendly, friendly, friendly!" he screams, not knowing where exactly he is. One hand is waving in the air, the other one pinching his nose.

@Assallya@Gentlemanvaultboy@MikkishtheLeprechaun@Karkinos

The metal naiji failed to properly introduce himself by any other means than the word: "Friend".

Worried little about his own safety, the naiji turned his attention away from what was ungoing. After hearing Dog make a friendly apology, the naiji confirmed his statement with a seeming desire to move forward to meet the potential threat:
"Hung...ger."

The creature seemed to have spotted the first of many more hallways.

If there was anything scarier than a metallic monstrosity it could hardly comprehend, it was the corrupted visage of something familiar - one of those men from the jack-'n'-the-box with the bright colors and friendly, painted faces _{(@Strong Potato).} When it was bloated, blown up to tremendous height, and cackling across the space, "Friends, friends, friends," the irony was so horrific, the slime recalled all its disembodied body parts and bolted. Behind the awakened woman's torso _(@Assallya), it hid, balled itself up. It was boiling hot, radiance ringing her frame.

The elven woman's eyea blinked and she was calming, her breathing beginning to slow. Admittedly the people towering over her prone form, while they looked strange, didn't seem to be overtly hostile. Generally, their postures, facial features projected little more than concern.

Then the massive golem proclaimed his hunger at the same time as something rushed the small group screaming out, "friend", over and over. Turning her head, her eyes popped open again...

"By Myrkhul's shriveled black balls!" She exclaimed as the rotting clown rushed the group while calling out for friendship.

Even as the small black pudding moved to hide behind the elven sorceress the elf woman was already scrambling. Panic was rising in her, stealing her breath as she pulled on the legs of those standing over her, scrambling to get behind the rest of the group. She hated undead, she hated specters and all their ilk. Her magic didn't work on them and they twisted your soul into mockeries of their former selves.

After coming closer, Zanni realised something. His face wasn't hidden at all. By releasing some air, the volume of his big red nose had decreased, to the point he could make eye contact. And if he could see them, they could also glare back. Checking out the people not blocked by his inflated nose (@MikkishtheLeprechaun, @Gentlemanvaultboy ), he figured the same could have happened to them. The gig was up. In order to survive, he had to communicate like 'normal' people do.

"Apologies for the weird approach. I am not a very social person. I am the great Zanni Bozo. I come and go in peace..."

He relaxed his finger muscles and slowly all the air was set free. His nose started to shrink again and now his eyes could see further than the end of his nose. One person took all his attention. He sat down on one knee and reached out his greasy stained with blood right-hand glove and uttered the words:

"Need a hand, milady?" (@Assallya)

Terror welled as teeth longer than her fingers wrought themselves into a friendly grin. Assallya didn't know what a clown was but her number registered a jester which was close enough and when those gnarled, half rotten arms capped in jagged claws reached out to help her up her heart nearly seized. She felt true terror wash over her.

Mind frozen, she succumbed to panic. With an inarticulate squeal she crawled awkwardly backwards, twisted and put her feet beneath her. Without a moment's pause she screamed shrilly and fled, bare feet slapping the concrete of the underground garage, anklets and bracelets clinking.

@Assallya@Strong Potato

Upon seeing the hobbit woman run away, Mikkish smirked and turned to the zombie clown.

"That was smooth, but try and have more confidence next time." He chuckled, jokingly giving cliche pickup artist advice.

As Assalya ran, she would pass a basic elevator the limitations of which were obvious from the outside; it couldn't go up, only down. A dead body of a woman in what looked like a mix of tattered clothes and leather armor lay against it.

Mikkish began walking after her.

A clown character seemed to have crashed the party. The Naiji was amused at the display.

But once the elven girl began running, the Naiji's natural instincts took over. He would try to chase down the girl, even if he only moved half her speed.

The first few steps merely cracked the floor, but as he began to pick up the pace, his body began to fire sparks left and right, seemingly more and more with every step he took.

"Hunt!"
The creature waved back an arm, as a trail of lighting followed its motion.

The Naiji seemingly prepared for a momentum based lightning ensnaring of the elven girl and the elevator.

The woman pushed past Dog and sprinted down the hallway in the face of the monster clown, followed closely by the normal guy and the giant android creature, leaving only Dog and the quivering, white hot blob all on their lonesome to face the creature. Dog looked down to the blob for some kind of signal, decided that there probably wasn't going to be any help from that direction this time, and took a step forward to place himself in front of it.

As he did he was hit with the smell, stinking rot that was torture on the nose, and he had to grip it like a life preserver to keep the smell from seeping in. What in the world was this Frankenstein nonsense? "Hi Bozo" he said awkwardly. "I'm Dog. This is my friend," He said, gesturing to the magma creature. "I don't know it's name. It just woke up here, like me I think. Like you? Did you just wake up here too?"

Lost to panic the elven sorceress continued to run. One of the lacquered stocks in her hair clattered to the concrete and her long golden tresses fell out to stream behind her.

She nearly slammed into the elwvator, somehow surmising it was some form of aperture even in her panic. Unfortunately it's function was beyond her. After mere moments she surrendered the attempt, never identifying or realizing what the call button meant.

Spinning she continued running into the depths.

The little blob's loyalty was split the instant the monster _{(@Strong Potato)} came surging forward, between someone who had been, in some part, easy to understand for it - a long-eared human woman _(@Assallya), fled - and then the man without the mask _{(@Gentlemanvaultboy)} it had trailed for more or less the same reason. There could very well be a monster there; the slime recalls teeth.

With the mask gone, he steps forward with hospitality. And the distended figure of the thing was so close.

"This is my friend," the man introduces. He is leaving himself very open. It has to assume this is a formality, and that she is just a meager, viscous pile-up in their eyes; if they were dismissive, inattentive, this action would be subtle: the flattening of her body into a semi-suffusive puddle, the cooling of her temperature as she concentrates, hard. And then it moves, discreet against the concrete, skittering off into the darkness with just that faint glow as indication, and a slight rippling motion: little nubs along the bottom, like the feet of a caterpillar, moving in unison.

Like a liquid spill sliding along the floor. Then, waves tumbling over one after the other - an amorphous, billowing shape; it's picking up speed. And finally, a figure breaks the surface, and a little girl is skirting down the hallway as fast as she can, risking a glance behind her to ensure she has not been followed or recognized.

A colossus _{(@Samdragonx)} bares lightning in her path, and she doesn't even notice him-