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[color=DEBA42]LOCATION:[/color]The Maw - The Depths
[color=DEBA42]WORD COUNT:[/color]1,030(+2 EXP)
[color=DEBA42]MENTIONS:[/color] Geralt, Link, Ace Cadet
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Mirage hesitated to continue forward, halted by Geralt's words. A look of concerned crossed his young face as words of hunger and curses came from the Witcher, not liking his line of thinking whatsoever. Mirage couldn't say he didn't have a similar feeling, though. The hunger, mixed with the physical work he had to put out and the fatigue from the pilot seat were piling on thick. Just traversing these catwalks was trouble, he honestly wondered how he wasn't on the ground yet. The only thing he'd luckily avoided was the physical trauma from being struck up to this point, but even that was potentially a problem to arise the closer they got to Moreau. 

[color=DEBA42]"I get ya, but..."[/color] Mirage, the ever imaginative thinker, decided to present Geralt with a thought that crossed his mind. If he were to make people feel starved and then curse them for eating food, the first curse he thought of was as followed: [color=DEBA42]"What if we eat the food, right? And then the curse makes us permanently feel like we're starving anyways? I've only seen a few curses, and none of them have left those people wanting to live with 'em."[/color] He tapped his forehead, applying his little brand of Troll Logic™ to try and convince Geralt to try and stick with him on this. Because if Geralt started eating, Mirage wasn't sure if he could keep himself from eating, either. Though it did linger in his mind that perhaps he was wrong, he was sure there were plenty of curses out there, after all. But he just wasn't confident that the risk was worth it.

Cadet's landing left a lot to be desired: With all the fatigue, he couldn't imagine a fall like that. He fell silent from his attempt at conversing with Geralt as he felt a moment of uncertainty surge through him. But, after a moment, he was thankfully able to put his concerns to rest as Ace somehow pulled himself up. Mirage had to wonder what the hell he was made of, to be durable like that even at their young ages. Regardless, if he was alive, then they needed to get there ASAP. There was no time to lose--

A voice caught Mirage's attention. Looking down at the water below, his eyes shot open at the sight of the Mockingbird, damaged and mumbling to itself. Hearing it speak; The request from Sakura earlier, was painful. He found it more painful when he heard it mumbling something else, however. A conversation that was originally a two-person one, rather than someone talking to themself. While not comfortable with expressing himself in front of this new group, the Diving Suit had no issue expressing it's thoughts about it's mother. His mother. Thoughts that ran through his mind, and a conversation that was the main reason he built up enough courage to actually go through with joining the Apex Games to begin with. He stood still, staring down at the copy of himself in silence, only responding to the movements Moreau made. His hand gripped the railing as he gritted his teeth, witnessing the Mockingbird's last moments of confusion as Moreau put it down for good.

[color=DEBA42][i]Damn it.[/i][/color] Mirage cursed to himself in his mind, shifting his body to jerk himself away from the sight. Despite his attempted cool demeanor to Geralt before, he was shaking a bit now. Eyes narrow with teeth digging into his bottom lip, trying to hold back the emotions caused by this whole situation. He wasn't falling to despair, instead the words from that machine provided him with motivation: Motivation to get the hell out of here, and continue being the Legend he was. The wise guy people looked up to. He had to keep pushing forward.

Sore but not done, Mirage was ready to get out of here. His expression wasn't cold, more so focused: Though not intending to do so his voice was a bit more quiet as he felt a bit different. For once, he was feeling serious. [color=DEBA42]"We've got to get Ace,"[/color] He commented to Geralt, using what nimbleness he had left to carry himself towards their injured friend. His small feet avoided jagged broken pieces of the catwalk, darts making up for lost space as he made his way to Ace's location for an extraction. 

Upon arriving, seeing both him and Link in one piece was a good sign. He'd only arrived to hear Link's plan, which was a concerning one considering the damage Moreau could cause without having direct access to them. Let alone if Link went down there himself. [color=DEBA42]"I [i]really[/i] don't like the sound of that."[/color] He interrupted as he entered the scene, trying to keep a small smile on his face. [color=DEBA42]"But, we don't got much of another plan, right? I'll make sure you can get back up with these platforms."[/color] He gave the Dart Gun a little twirl, truly being thankful for it. He wasn't sure if he'd still be alive if he didn't have it. 

[color=DEBA42]"I'll stick with you,"[/color] He told Ace, figuring the others could get down with relative ease. [color=DEBA42]"Make sure you don't trip over any of this metal mess, huh?"[/color] Ace seemed to be standing but Mirage would help him get moving or execute his part of Link's plan if need be. He'd try and help Link get back up anyways, so staying seemed like the right idea for everyone involved. This would hopefully buy enough time for the people back in the Command Center to get out, too. And Mirage still wasn't certain of where Junior was, but knew Nadia had given him that fan she used to escape up to the vent before, so if Moreau was distracted then he'd have no issue getting back up. 

As if preparing for action, Mirage used his free hand to pull his goggles down over his eyes. Things were about to get messy again, and just after the creepy water lady and that Proxy, too. Naively he wished the next floor was filled with something like happy puppies or something, to give them a break from all of this crap. Not that he truly believed it'd come true, though.