Clean Up Duty [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

Fear was a strong enemy. The influence of such an opponent could cripple the defenses of the thickest walls and dull the sharpest of blades. The power to make a fighter double guess his choice in a battle, a single moment of hesitation that the physical enemy would no doubt take advantage of in order to come out the victor, it was a power that could both create and destroy lives. Some time ago, Vice had tasted what fear truly was. For all of his wits, quick thinking, and apparent experience in actual fighting nothing had quite prepared him for the abominations that had resided within that executive building. It had gone on to the point that all of the pain he had felt there had been more mental than physical, as the damage and throbbing of his arm was much less of a fractured limb but more so just heavy bruising. He had lost the ability to think, to prepare, and to withstand when he had been faced with what it truly meant to put your life on the line.

It was different now however.

He had meditated, he had thought about it, and he had visualized much more thoroughly on the possibilities of the experience that could bring him, along with the potential rewards of becoming stronger, of becoming more aware of the land outside those restraining walls. The red eyed young man forged his mind, and both his body in the time it took for him to deem it possible to go exploring once more. Having already marked the path towards the executive building once, the male had decided to commit himself to a different route in order to further explore just until where the reaches of this purple sky ended. It was when he had been stumbling around the environment that he had found the entrance to a sewer. The current surroundings gave him no purchase to further explore the area and returning now would have simply been accepting that his effort had been in vain. Standing there for a moment, the young man mulled over the possibility of finding a possible exit across the sewers to get to the other side of the blockade.

Preparing himself once more, the weight of his fully loaded gun and the numerous clips he had brought with him this time, Vice tugged on the newly bought black hooded coat he had with him to make sure there were no stringy ends that could caught up on of those monsters’ grasp.

Steeling himself and taking a deep breath, the young man had never been more thankful for the full gloves he had worn that day. Not having to delay himself with the disgusting moisture that covered the sewers entrance, Vice soon found himself having to get used to the putrid stench of the unexplored sewers. There was a surreal glow to the place, whatever caused it being the last thing on Vice’s mind as he turned on the flash light that was attached to the diagonal strap of his sliding bag. The bright ray pushed back the unmoving shadows and gave the red eyed civilian a clearer view of the path he was taking.

The water was not moving, and stayed stagnant. The refuse around the edges had piled up and some even spilled over towards the pathways that he had used and he had been careful to make sure nothing got through his clothing. Reaching out for his weapon and readying it for battle, the young man held it in a readied position and was aiming down the sights for anything that could potentially pop in and ambush his person.

This time though, even if excitement and youthful bliss ran in his veins like the blood he had, he was ready.

[Erithania]

Beware the small crowd of Squiggly Desu!

Derp Maya

Skills
Hama
Bufu
Pulinpa

Resists: Light
Weakness: Dark, Fire


Derpier Maya

Skills
Skewer
Poisma

Resists: Pierce
Weakness: Slash

[Vice Ysal]

There were a few things that made Vice raise his eyebrows in a sense of curiosity. Some of them were just straight up weird while others gave him a legitimate reason to think about it's existence. For example, shadows were meant to be dispersed when a strong enough source of light shed its power over it only for it to return when the light had already left. This particular shadow that Vice had been looking at, while simultaneously blasting it with the light from his exploration device, didn't even flicker. The weirdness of it all, along with prior experience in the outside circle, had Vice ready his Magnum and aimed right at where the skim of a mask could be seen. He took a step back and examined the ravine between the two of them, the distance therein wasn't something he could jump across easily. Assuming that this gunk of a shadow didn't have any legs, Vic e doubted it could launch itself across a distance that someone who was better equipped to deal with couldn't. Still, to be safe, Vice took a couple more steps back and focused down the sights of his firearm. He fired twice to gather it's attention, and to make force it to face him to expose the mask. It wasn't really much of a weakness but apparently those things got pissed whenever the mask got hit or something like that.

The bullets connected and like how Vice had envisioned it, the thing turned around.

Against his expectations however, the blob simply raised its mask before throwing its entirety across the ravine, defying all the physics that Vice could scrounge up that moment, and landed right on Vice's stomach. The tackle spread pain through out his abdomen, but unlike before, the damage had been way more mitigated. It at least didn't make him feel like he was getting a whirlpool scrunched up in him. The young man struggled for a moment, the shadow sticking to him too close for him to get a good shot in, before deciding to curl up into a ball. The shadow derped around for a bit, wondering what the hell it was doing for a moment before jumping again and had been intent on slamming its gooey mass on the young man as if it wanted a hug when its mask planted against Vice's feet. With a grunt of effort, the young man literally kicked back the enemy and threw it back to the ravine.

The disgusting sounds of splashing echoed all around as Vice recollected his bearings and the Magnum, stood up, aimed down his sights again to fire at the sprawling shadow on the sewer water, before getting his entire person blindsided by another Maya that had decided to intervene then and there. The young man ground his teeth as the attack had been a lot stronger on his right side while being slammed against the concrete wall.

Ignore the amount of dirt that had been on said wall. There were much more pressing matters to attend to.

With that particular attack successful, the young man couldn't capitalise on the downed shadow's form and had instead been trying to shake the dizzy spell that washed over him. The Derpy Maya, however, had a brain this time and continued its assault on Vice. Thrown back from the impact of a cold ass ice spell, Vice couldn't wrap his mind how these things made those just yet, the young man crumpled back on the floor as he held his abused torso. Breathing became quite difficult, and his vision was swimming again, but he reasoned that it wasn't a good enough excuse to just lie down and die. The Derpy Maya rushed him again, holding it's mask as if it was playing peekaboo, before getting its face filled with four bullets of lead. It moved back, just enough time for Vice to refill the chamber, and fell to the next salvo as it went down and melted to its ichory demise.

Breathing hard, and struggling a bit at trying to refill the chamber for the second time, Vice once more felt something strike him on his thigh.

Just like back then, the pain flared through his entire body and fell down to the floor. The Maya that he had been able to down not long ago had come back spewing out its madness again.

Seriously, what the hell was it with people attacking him while he was reloading? It was enough of an incentive for him to bring his other weapons with him the next time he went out.

Still, muzzled around as he was, and the left leg that he had attached to his foot losing a lot of feeling in it, Vice pointed the fully reloaded Magnum at the opponent's face and fired.

All the shots hit but for some asinine reason the thing wasn't killed yet.

Panic began to settle in again as Vice reloaded the gun. The Maya looked at him curiously before slowly moving towards its prey. The weakened movements and the sluggish body of the shadow probably meant that it was close to dying. Not a lot of things survived being filled with lead most of the time.

And then it puffed up.

Vice aimed and just as he was about to pull the trigger, a purple smoke was exuded from the thing's mask and enveloped the area. Said area included Vice, who after stupidly inhaling the goddamn smoke, felt absolutely sick.

Holding back the urge to release his bodily fluids again, Vice tried his best to pull back the trigger. He had only fired a couple of shots this time around, enough to kill the goddamn thing but at the same time caused his shoulder to get dislocated. A little gift from getting poisoned, tired, and tossed around like a goddamn rag doll.

He swore he should've died then.

Instead, he just puked out his guts on his stomach and once more found himself covered in his own bile.

Hopefully getting covered in his own fluids wasn't going to be a thing.

[Erithania]

It could always be worse!





But you survived and all that. Have some glorious money.

And a Level 1 Arnis. Whatever that is.

[Vice Ysal]

"Jesus…freaking…bughaa!"

One curse after another, a rainbow of the most colourful words known to English, Japanese, and even Chinese culture came out as some sort of mantra from the foul mouthed male. Now swearing was a thing that many adults, specially parents, looked down upon when they hear young people use it. Then again, those people weren't exactly fending off a suddenly infused fever, being bathed in your own bile, and trying to stem the bleeding of his leg all at the same time while being stuck in some god forsaken sewer.

Yeahp, totally not what most people go through in their lives.

Having taken out his handkerchief to try and stem the bleeding while clumsily going inside his pack for some pain relief and water to wash off the annoying acid from his mouth, Vice had more or less managed to find a well secured area nearby the ladder that led to the outside world. In the condition that he had been left in, it wouldn't have been smart to keep exploring the place. It wasn't something that really bothered him given that there were more important things to take care of at the moment.

"Gonna…rip those masks…next time I see them."

Panting and trying his best to wait out the dizziness and see if normal medicine could help him out with that, Vice then tried to recount the mistakes he made in that fight before heading out back to civilisation.