[BlueInTheShell]

"That and ruining the bones of your boss's squeeze ain't exactly the best fuckin' way to try and earn a bonus." Hyun-chu interjected, hufffing for a moment and testing her own footing before taking a couple of practice steps to make sure Ashi was still resting comfortably and steady in her arms. The Chuzizian shook her head to get a few tendrils out of her face, and then looked down towards her chest. "Ashi, tug my shirt up." She grunted, glancing one direction, and then the other. It had been awhile since she actually had to use an escape tunnel, and with a perplexed look on her face kicked towards the left. "I can protect us on our own if I needed." Hyun said, the defensiveness in her voice making her sound almost like a childish whine. "Besides, I still wonder how his large mechanical ass fits in these tunnels."

Shaldag stopped for a second and then moved over towards Hyun-chu, the look on his face burning with irritation. "Keep talking. I'll leave you both here." He grumbled, looking in the direction that Hyun kicked and simply lurching down that way. "Well at least you started it off right. This is the way out. The other direction just leads to where you toss the bodies of your exes when you're bored of them." It was a rather sour joke, and the venom was meant to hit the both of them. If anything it would at least get the two to be a little more quiet while he tried to sort out a better gameplan than just 'Run and pray for a probable exit.' A turn around the corner and the scent of the sewers hit the trio with a fervid blast of septic air; Hyun forcing bile back down her throat, and Shaldag letting out a small "Blech' from his mask, the man bringing up a metal hand and then lowering it. Not like he could cover his nose and mouth...

=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=

Viora shrugged her shoulder for a moment, and gave Murai a small, tired sigh. "Whatever information, no matter how little or insignificant is substantial. Intelligence gathering wins wars. Not brute force. Though the latter is always a welcome addition." She said, before darting her eyes over towards some of the Edensians who were leaning against the wall; the group looking towards Viora and then shouldering their weapons and resuming their patrols. Viora barked something at them and crossed her arms, tapping her foot in annoyance. Laziness. Those girls would be recieving marks for such actions. "Feel free of course to execute them when they've talked. They will not be allowed the opportunity."

To say Viora was startled by the beasts they called Daweigos was an understatement. Perhaps it was the first time her own soldiers saw the woman show some semblance of hesitation when they were brought forth, and the blue-haired woman took a few steps back from the beasts, and then slowly moved a hand to her holster, finger unnapping and resnapping the top-flap while she frowned; brow furrowing at the beasts. "Hmm? Oh, yes. The princess alive if possible. Information. And I am sure your king would enjoy the experiments that would be performed on her. Behavioral modification. Perhaps some electro-magnetic therapy to at least offer your king the chance to...Correct...Her mental flaws, as he believes she is afflicted with."

The topic had turned to Clyde, and Viora gave Murai a rather serious look. "Keeping him unobserved is the equivalent of leaving a cannister of jet-fuel near open flame. It can be destructive for both sides. However, the being was your gift. Bring him if you want, and if you have him around. He can at least...Deal with the bodies. Carrion is a favored dish for the creature."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Things had gone catastrophically wrong down in the tunnels. The two Edensians looked at each other for a moment as they ran. The sick fuck had gotten Arisa. And it wasn't keen on just leaving witnesses to his blatant crimes. And whatever comms they had tried using had led to nothing but static. Sewers were atrocious and here they were being hunted down...

Ricarda looked over towards the Edensian near her to see a tendril of white shoot out from one of the piles of refuse, and latch around the Edensian, the woman screaming and aiming her gun to fire at the pseudopod latching onto her and spraying both of them with blue before she was pulled backwards, several more tendrils emerging from the pile and then probing at the Edensian's armor before one of the many tentacles warped and twisted, a large spur of calcium and bone forming and hardening before it plunged itself through the Edensian's screaming mouth, and burrowed down her throat. The woman spasmed and twitched, before going limp - Ricarda gagging and then hefting her gun at the pile of trash; Clyde's head peeking out while the protrusions from his back began to tug and pull at the body's arms.

"Got m'self a fuckin' puppet. Look at th'cunt's legs go. S'like she's dancin' !" Clyde snickered, making his rather macabre marionette dance, and spurring Ricarda to simply begin running again.

Clyde didn't bother chasing her down. Rather his face began to warp and twist; a plume of red hair growing out of his head, and features slowly beginning to plant themselves on where a face should have been. Pulling his Edensian doppelganger closer to him, Clyde studied her imperfections a bit more closely, then mimicked them as well - The Fae dumping the body and and then stripping it bare of clothing and armor.

Ricarda turned yet another corner, and then stopped; looking towarda a trio of aliens. Ad one of the targets before raising her rifle and pulling the trigger, the clicking of an empty rifle making her sweat and then slowly sob, the woman dropping to her knees...