[color=gray][CENTER][COLOR=#AC0D01][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5504477][img]https://i.imgur.com/7BWn8qb.jpeg[/img][/url][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=#E64C09][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Southern Plateau[/I] - [I]Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Hope In Hell #2.025:[/b][/COLOR] [I]You Look Good Like That[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=#AC0D01][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=#E64C09][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I][@Melissa] - Aurora Mitchell[/i][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=#E64C09][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]The Flame In All Of Us[/I][/right][/SUP]
[indent][color=#fe650d]“I don’t really know how you could, brah, this place it messes with the mind-”[/color] Lorcan replied, looking between both directions of the narrow corridor before turning his face back toward Harper only to find himself alone in the sterile white hallway.

[color=#fe650d]“-More than poor swells mess with my morning.”[/color] He muttered to himself before cautiously proceeding forward alone. Even without Harper, Lorcán’s resolve was unfaltering. His priority was to find Aurora, no matter what this place threw at him.

Turning a corner, Lorcán froze at the sound of approaching footsteps before skulking back out of sight as what he could only assume were members of the Foundation marched back, wearing shiny white composite armour over their uniforms as they moved towards the direction he had come from.

Waiting until the hard footsteps were in the distance, Lorcán made his move and skittered around the corner and down the hallway. Truthfully, he had no clue where he was going but at the moment, away from fully armed and armoured guards, it felt like a better path until his abilities had a chance to recharge. 

Even if none of this was actually real. It was real enough to hurt in this moment.

Sticking close to the walls, Lorcán made his way through the maze-like facility. Stumbling upon a door, the molten-eyed young man opened it with only moderate difficulty before slipping inside to find himself in a room filled with uniforms and weapons. 

[color=#fe650d]“Harps, brah, you are missing out,”[/color] Lorcán muttered aloud with a low whistle before grabbing some of the armour and pulling it over his A.R. suit. Picking up a weapon, Lorcán rolled the long-barrelled gun over in his hands. It looked like something straight out of science fiction. A small screen illuminated the current ammo count while a secondary display informed him the weapon was currently set to stun. He inspected the weapon further, locating the safety and the toggle to move it to ‘kill’. 

[color=#ffffff]“Hey!”[/color] A voice interrupted Lorcán, [color=#ffffff]“You’re not supposed to be in here.”[/color]

Weapons fire grazed Lorcán’s new armour as he dove for cover behind the wall adjacent to the open door. He gave the weapon another look over, flicking the safety on and off before peeking out from his cover and loosing a shot that exploded a nearby segment of wall. As the weapon recoiled into his shoulder, a smile spread from ear to ear across Lorcán’s face.

[color=#fe650d]“Oh, [i]oh yeah[/i].”[/color]

Swinging the weapon around again, Lorcán fired a volley of shots into the hallway. His smile got wider with each subsequent shot. This was always enough to make Lorcán forget he was trapped in a nightmare.

[color=#fe650d]“On Dundas Island, born and raised,”[/color] He muttered, centering himself as he rolled away from the door into the nearby corner to avoid the retaliatory fire.

[color=#fe650d]“Alone was where I spent most of my days.”[/color] Lorcán raised the weapon, steadying the barrel, his finger hovering above the trigger as he levelled the sight towards the door.

[color=#fe650d]“Here’s more than a clue,”[/color] He hummed to himself, blasting another guard. [color=#fe650d]“I’ll tell you about how I became the Fresh Prince of P.R.C.U.”[/color]

He continued to fire as they were bottled necked their way into the small room, his foot tapping as he moved forward.

[color=#fe650d]“And another one down, another one down, another bites the dust.”[/color] He growled before bursting out of the room into the blackened corridor. A red beacon flashed above signalling an alarm was tripped. Lorcán wasn’t keen to stick around and find out exactly what reinforcements were going to look like. The weapon in his hands suddenly beeped as Lorcán’s eyes were drawn to the ‘0’ where his ammunition count had once been. 

[color=#fe650d]“I have got to get me one of these.”[/color]

Reluctantly tossing the depleted firearm aside, Lorcán mourned the loss of his toy before vacating the scene. He moved further through the hallway coming to a fork in the road. Making the split second decision to go right, he moved a couple more paces before finding a hallway lined with detention cells. 

[color=#8ecdb7]“What are you doing here?”[/color] The redhead asked from between pursed, pouty lips. Lorcán was quickly taken aback, her hair was styled in a way he had never seen before, it was seemingly longer than he remembered. Her copper locks had more volume and a slight curl throughout that made it bounce with even the slightest movement. Her makeup was darker, with a bold cat-eye atop a smokey eye shadow.  

Lorcán had seen Aurora in a bikini before, but the metallic outfit she wore now left him feeling like all the blood in his body had collected into a single point. Her plunging cleavage and bare abdomen left little to the imagination coupled with the sheer skirt and tiny bottoms.

[color=#fe650d]“I’m here to rescue you.”[/color] He managed to stammer.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Aren’t you a little short for a Flood Trooper?”[/color] The redhead purred before standing. Her tall heels clicked against the cold floor with each step she took. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked by putting one foot in front of the other. She was confident, collected and intentional in every movement.

Lorcán nearly pinched himself.

[color=#fe650d]“Oh, it’s this dream again.”[/color]

[color=#8ecdb7]“You need to dream a little bigger, hotstuff,  if the woman in your dreams still have their clothes on and aren’t on their knees.”[/color] Aurora cooed, tracing a long, well manicured fingernail down Lorcán’s chest. 

[color=#8ecdb7]"You get me out of here, handsome and I'll make sure you're well rewarded.”[/color] She paused, slowly winking at Lorcán as she batted her very long eyelashes at him before purring.

 [color=#8ecdb7]“[i]Very well.[/i]"[/color]

[color=#fe650d]“You’re not my Lady Dude are you?”[/color] Lorcán asked as the woman in front of him smiled mischievously while shaking her head.

[i][color=#fe650d]Really, Roth? It took her propositioning you before you asked that?[/color][/i]
[right][i][color=#c7500c]You really could use the relief.[/color][/i][/right][i][color=#fe650d]Not the time.[/color][/i]

[color=#8ecdb7]“Face it, Tiger,”[/color] Aurora smiled seductively,[color=#8ecdb7] “You just hit the jackpot.”[/color]

[color=#fe650d]“I need to find the real Aurora.”[/color] Lorcán replied, turning to leave before the other Aurora wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nuzzled her face against his cheek. She may not have been his Aurora, but she still had the same intoxicating fragrance about her.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Please, you can’t just leave a damsel in distress.”[/color]

Lorcán let out a heavy sigh. Simulated or not, she was right, he couldn’t just leave her behind. It helped that in comparison to the other doppelgängers he had encountered, this Aurora seemed pretty harmless.

[i][color=#fe650d]Did he mention pretty?[/color][/i]

[color=#fe650d]“Can’t you teleport?”[/color] He asked, his tone deadpan.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Where’s the fun in that?”[/color] She replied, spinning Lorcán around before walking a pair of fingers up his chest, tapping him on the nose with a flirtatious smirk. 

[color=#8ecdb7]“If I just teleport to safety, where’s the challenge, where’s the thrills?”[/color] Aurora asked, hovering her lips above his before whispering in his ear. The hot breath against Lorcán’s earlobe set everything on his body upright and erect.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Where’s the shiver of antici-”[/color] She paused, before licking his earlobe and gently sucking it. [color=#8ecdb7]“-pation.”[/color] The vixen version of his best friend suddenly pushed off him before running for the door.

 A klaxon suddenly blared from the hallway of the detention room.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Come my smoldering hero, we need to run.”[/color]

[color=#fe650d]"I can't run,"[/color] Lorcán answered, leaning on the doorway, cursing the fact he didn’t leave earlier.

[color=#8ecdb7]"Why not?"[/color] She teased, those hungry blue eyes devouring him.

[color=#fe650d]“I’d rather not say”[/color]

[color=#8ecdb7]“You’re not getting bashful on me now, are you, hotstuff?”[/color] She winked, taking a step back towards Lorcán only for the wavy-haired young man to throw his arms up and keep his distance.

[color=#fe650d]“Dude, I can’t run because I keep getting brained on the codpiece of this armour.”[/color]

Aurora giggled as her eyes darted to his crotch.

[color=#8ecdb7]“I suggest losing the armour then,”[/color] She replied, ‘innocently’ batting her voluminous eyelashes, [color=#8ecdb7]“Shirt too ideally.” [/color]The copper-headed woman looked around the hallway, [color=#8ecdb7]“Hell, I could give your reward right here, we’d even get caught in the act. How [i]hot[/i] would that be?”[/color]

Ditching the codpiece and most of the bulkier pieces of armor, Lorcán stopped short of fully stripping back to his A.R. suit with definitely staring at Aurora. With things squared away, he motioned for her to follow as the pair ran into the hallway, the klaxon becoming a distant echo behind them.

[color=#fe650d]“Dude, why were you even in that cell?”[/color] Lorcán asked as the scantily clad woman amazingly kept pace beside him in some of the tallest heels he had ever seen.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Why else?”[/color] She replied,[color=#8ecdb7] “I’d been a [i]very bad girl[/i].”[/color]

Lorcán almost tripped at Aurora’s reply before the two exited the sterile corridor and found themselves on a catwalk suspended above a seemingly endless chasm. The roar of numerous turbines thundered from below. Behind them the door closed with a heavy thud and the hiss of hydraulics.
[color=#c7500c]“Princess!” [/color]A familiar voice called from the otherside of the catwalk. Lorcán’s eyes drawn to the man in black.

[color=#c7500c]“You’re only running from the inevitable.”[/color] Raze continued, moving towards the pair. His hands were still illuminated. the flickering of lit flames casting long, eerie shadows across the chasm walls below the catwalk.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Ugh, fine.”[/color] Aurora replied, rolling her eyes, [color=#8ecdb7]“I just wanted to play with him before you break another one of my toys.”[/color]

Cackling laughter could be heard from above, as Lorcán turned to see a hooded figure standing up from a throne. He hobbled on a cane towards the balcony railing before Aurora suddenly teleported to his side.

[color=#8ecdb7]“Delivered as requested, I didn’t even break the [i]seal[/i].”[/color] She winked, as the robed figure patted her on the hand appreciatively. 

[color=#8ecdb7]“Once you’re done playing with him, leave some for me.”[/color] Aurora asked with batted eyelashes as the hooded man cackled further. 

[color=#fe650d]“Of course,”[/color] Lorcán muttered bitterly, [color=#fe650d]“Now she can teleport.”[/color]

The doppelgänger fired a blast of lightning towards Lorcán. Flattening his feet along the catwalk, Lorcán stretched out an open hand as the lightning struck before guiding the current through his body and returning it back towards Raze. The dopplegánger subtly moved his shoulder clear of the blast before smiling.

[color=#c7500c]“Clearly our dispute can not be settled by our abilities, but rather by our skill with them.”[/color] Raze retorted, a blade of crackling red plasma extending from between his hands while Lorcán emitted a brilliant blue blade from his own.

[color=#fe650d]“Let’s frakking go.”[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]