Dual Waltz III [Mod]

[Vice Ysal]

"Flash light. Swords. Bag pack. And both of my guns."

The last minute check up went by without too much of a fuss from Vice's part. He had decided to stop by one of the check points he had marked on his map the last time he arrived here and had decided to get a small breather. That and he was feeling something off for today and he had wanted to at least make sure his gear was all in place. Both of his firearms were strapped unto him in easy to reach places, and the twin swords he had on his back were just a click away to be unsheathed. Bagpack was readied still and arranged in such a way that it didn't interfere for whenever he had to pullout both of his weapons in a melee.

Black jacket readied and collar raised to help protect his neck from any possible bat like shadows, the young man had once more set off towards the administrative building. Reaching the place, he really couldn't help but think about how the building always seemed to become bigger the more times he visited it. He doubted it was actually changing in size, barring the shadows inside manipulating it, but maybe it was because of his own sense of growth as well? Maybe it was because he was actually beginning to learn just how little he actually knew about this world that made him think of such.

Shaking his head to remove the philosophical inner monologue that could could be saved for later, the young man then slowly opened the doors to the building once more and proceeded to commit to his slowly forming routine.

[Erithania]

Beware the Squiggly Desu!

Spicy Maya

Skills
Agi
Cleave

Resists: Fire
Weakness: Ice

Sour Maya

Skills
Garu
Skewer

Resists: Wind
Weakness: Lightning

[Vice Ysal]

"Place never stops freaking me out…"

The eerie silence had began to make it harder to hear anything. It was supposed to be help things be more easily distinguishable since there was no other noise to pollute the air but not being able to hear anything was causing Vice to make things up as if his mind was trying to catch up with what normalcy was supposed to. It was a slightly desperate attempt, talking to himself in order to alleviate the tension in the air but it managed to at least do something. His breathing became louder, the steps he were making finally reverberating in his ears, and the sound of the environment around him coalescing into a symphony of white noise that had allowed his mind to catch up to normalcy.

Vice's eyes were kept squinted, narrowed evenly as if it was going to help him remember more of his surroundings. His mind was writing the details down and cross referencing it with past excursions made for a very fun slow walk across the place. It was even funny enough that Vice allowed a chuckle to escape his lips when he recognised the door that had been busted on his first time here because some crazy hand decided it would be fun to launch at him.

If he closed his eyes, it was as if he could hear the squiggly sound of it again. Vice was about to laugh again when he realised that something was very wrong with this scene. The next thing he knew was that his body was flying from a tackle that sent him sprawling to the ground. It didn't hurt as much as it used to, Vice dimly realised, but it still hurt like a fuck ton. Rolling back into his feet and pulling out bigger, badder, revolver he had with him this time around, the young man took a kneeling position with his focus down the sights of the barrel. A Masked Figure came out from the shadows, its blurry form coming at him faster than he thought possible.

A salvo of lead flew from the barrel as the attacks made contact with the flying body of his opponent. The thing, mid air, dissolved into flying ichor that didn't simply drop down to the floor. Hell, it kept flying fast enough that it managed to catch Vice on the left side of his face. The substance's weight and velocity was enough for him to stumble back and had caused him to temporarily lose his left side's vision. To make it worse, the searing pain on his back alerted him that the shadow was not alone.

Then again, when were they ever?

Stumbling forward this time, but somehow managed to keep standing up despite the assault from behind, Vice turned around with a roar of fury. Drawing from his insides, rage to keep him going and will power to have him survive, Vice turned around and with a swift motion inserted a couple of rounds into his weapon. Another Agi burnt through his front this time, searing the none protective garments he had on but had someone managed to leave the black armour he had still intact.

When Vice realised what was happening, he had gone through another lapse as the clicking of the trigger only gave out empty blanks to the place. The body was simply ichor now, and the stuff plastered on his face had already began to dry too. With a grunt, Vice then proceeded to keep going. He had more things to do than take care of two Mayas.

[Erithania]

You didn't die this time!



There's always next time, though!

[Vice Ysal]

He had been bathed in black ichor, his outfit drenched by the stuff and his body sagging wet from it. The weight of the blood on his shoulders was heavy, and the added weight on his body was making him want to just sit down. Nonetheless, the heaviness he had been feeling, the inability to properly himself upright like before, the damage caused by the FMB may not have been cured completely but this current exploration had left him with the same spark as before. It wouldn't be enough to truly ignite himself to higher reaches if left alone and thus, a few days from now, Vice promised himself to go out once more to venture into the deeper recesses of the outer circle.

It was time he looked for stronger enemies, monsters that could push him faster and farther than the routine he had fallen into nowadays. Cleaning the edge of his sword with his pants, wiping the ichor off before shearing it again back into the scabbard, Vice shoulder tackled the doorway open. The brighter light outside of the building scorched his eyes but he pushed forward. It was time to prepare for a higher difficult.