Mementos in the Dark

[Vice Ysal]

The place was as dark as ever and Vice couldn't help but follow the urge to create a small cinematic in his head. It could even be considered a cutscene where the main hero has to go through the dark tunnels in order to get the objective of the quest. Though Vice was never really one to play video games since he didn't have all that much time, it didn't mean that the things they did in them never caught his fancy. So like a good adventurer, the young man made sure to equip himself to the teeth. Bringing with him a bag pack with food and water if he ever had to take a break in searching, both of his firearms if he ever lost one in the process of finding his objective, and his swords in the case that some of the monsters that roamed these halls wanted to be a bit more touchy feely with him. With that more or less readied for him, all the young man had to do now was find the train, get inside said train, and look over the compartments at the front in order to find the memento that the conductor had left behind.

He didn't exactly know why the strange lady wanted it but since it gave him rewards, it didn't really matter all that much to him. Hopefully the rewards themselves would be adequate with the bullshit he'll most likely be facing around these parts. Rubbing his hands together to stave off some of the cold that had been creeping up on him, Vice continued down to follow the trails in order to find just where the vehicle had stopped. It was a huge thing, he was pretty sure, and he doubted he'd be able to miss it even if he was completely blind. Provided that was an exaggeration, but Vice wondered just why he was trying to explain that to himself. It was probably the atmosphere. The air probably made everyone prone to talking to themselves in third person mentally or something.

Still, internal monologue or not, Vice continued down the halls and began to increase his pace when the figure of the vehicle finally came into view. Hopefully getting there would be the more difficult part of this mission. He'd honestly rather not spend hours looking for some person's sentimental junk.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

You decide to begin your trip into the terminal, looking for that memento left in one of the train cars. The conductor that left it behind said that it was in one of the front cars of a train. Well, that only narrowed it down a little bit. Nevertheless, you decide to begin searching through some of the cars.

Upon finding the car in question you begin to enter it. . . or not. RANDOM BATTLE TIME!

Venerable Maya

• Zio

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Pierce
Demented Maya

• Skewer

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Fire
Livid Maya

• Agi

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Wind

[Vice Ysal]

Alright, so luckily enough that getting there wasn't too much of a big deal. Just dark, creepy, and all around unhealthy for anyone who was looking to live a very long life. Still though, Vice was pretty confident in his own abilities to at least see this quest to the end with him having surpassed it. The train's doors were shut closed…which was probably a good thing in hindsight. Sure the thing was a shut down piece of junk but if that was left open well, it seemed a bit too obvious that there'd be things waiting for him.

Nonetheless though, the thing was left unlocked and apparently the only reason why they were shut tight was cause of some rust that got in the way of opening it. Busting the door open since it refused to cooperate, Vice then began to make his way towards the front train car whilst looking around the place. Sure it was said that thing the was up front but may he'd be able to find something interesting around the first few carriers. Maybe he could find one of those nifty modules he got from previous explorations, or maybe even a few things that could help him out in the long run.

Life seemed to have other plans for him though, as instead of anything helpful all he got was a couple of shadow pools that…well, those things were going to be a bitch to fight inside this cramped space. Having already neared the last cart, with said cart probably housing the memento, it was something that Vice should have honestly expected. With a grunt, the young man readied himself for another fight. Hefting up his revolver as the three shadows that were just chilling there decided that he was an unwelcome guest and had to be removed from their 'shadows only hangout'.

Too bad Vice got the first draw in and pumped the nearest Maya with lead. It gave off the same cry from one of the earlier mayas he'd fought when the pierce attacks hit home. Knowing that there were some shadows that could absorb bullets, then it stood reason that some should at least be more vulnerable to it. With one of their friends now dead and lying around as a pool of black ichor, the remaining two decided to finally get serious.

The Demented Maya formed what seemed to be some kind of drill like appendage on it before leaping towards Vice, an attempt to skewer him through the gut and all. Throwing himself to the cramped side of the room, his face squishing against the walls, Vice didn't quite notice that the Livid Maya at the back decided it'd be fun to try and roast him alive. A fire ball had launched and connected with Vice's torso. It tossed him back, burnt his chest area. Thankfully his clothes didn't decide to fail him then and get caught on fire.

Reloading the revolver in his hands, the civilian decided to take care of the thing with the fireballs. He wasn't going to let that thing get another shot at him if he could do something about it. Moving in, his feet lightly hopping from the ground, Vice charged in with his Revolver at the ready. The beast had begun to conjure another fireball but was stopped the moment it felt Vice's barrel meet its 'skin.' Six flashes of light later and the thing decided to go out in a shower of black ichor. Two down and with one left to go, the teenager had quickly began refilling the bullets for his firearm. A click to signal that the reloading was complete, Vice had turned around to shoot the last shadow down only to meet with it already flying towards him. His first reaction was to move back, which he did. Unfortunately there wasn't enough space to help him out with that and had allowed the Shadow to use Skewer on his left leg. Refusing to acknowledge the pain, the civilian dug the barrel of his firearm in the shadow's skin and opened fire.

He didn't quite piss himself, but the black ichor all over his pants was just as bad.

"Goddamn freaks. Swear to christ I'll be coming back to kill all of you one of these days."

With a limp to his step, the pain still making it difficult to move freely, Vice pushed open the last door and finally arrived in the last compartment in order to search for that damnable memento.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

You make your way into the train car, moving up to the front where one would find the controls to operate it. You find various levers and buttons, most of which seemed to be rusted and unmovable. Plenty of dust and cobwebs have seemed to build up as well. But one thing in particular catches your eye. In the top corner of the window, you see a picture of what you assume to be the conductor and his family at the grand opening of the super terminal. The back of the picture seems to be dated from about twenty years ago, around the time of it opening. (If you didn't know that.) With the memento in your possession, you decide to get out of the car and leave.

Well, until you're confronted with some more trouble.

Looming Eye

• Skewer
• Agi
• Tarukaja

Absorb: Repel: Null: Strike Rs: Wk: Pierce
Blood Magus

• Garu
• Rakukaja

Absorb: Repel: Null: Wind Rs: Wk: Fire

[Vice Ysal]

"Cute."

Vice exasperatedly sighed as he saw the faces on the photographic memento. A family man huh? Not a bad thing to be in all honesty. Somewhere, Vice hoped that the old man in the photo still at least lives with the family. Not like everyone has to be all dead and gloomy in the world. Pocketing the photo inside the safety of his protective garments, Vice then turned around only to be met with looming eye driving itself against his stomach. The attack scored a critical hit and Vice was thrown all the way back towards the controls. The rusted handles broke off and the young man felt disoriented from the surprise attack.

"Goddamnit."

The young man grunted as he coughed out from the attack. He pushed himself away from the controls and threw himself towards the floor into a ducking motion as the place where he had been erupted into flames. Ignoring the increasing pain on his back, making sure to tell himself that it isn't as painful as some of the things he's had to deal with lately, the young man grabbed unto his revolver and splattered the floating eye into flailing guts with the bullets. He was, however, not fast enough to kill the thing before it managed to increase the remaining shadows strength with a spell.

Standing up whilst reloading his weapon, Vice faced down against a the Magus that was languidly staring at him. It was just…sorta there. Blocking the path he needed to take in order to get the hell out of there. Vice didn't even wait and opened fire. The thing got itself punched through with the weapon but nonetheless remained standing. Immediately moving from his spot as he tried to reload his bullet, Vice had been focused on the thing so much that he actually missed the casting of a spell. Out of nowhere, the young man was thrown back to the side of the cart and with the added force behind the thing's attack, Vice had to try his best to fend off losing consciousness.

There was something running down his face and it sure as hell didn't feel like sweat.

Wiping the red fluid before it became a bigger distraction, Vice tried to ignore the thumping in his head as he raised the fully loaded Revolver once more. The shadow had been ready to charge ahead suddenly before its head exploded into a messy splotch of black ichor on the exit. Slumping down to the ground and quickly taking out some of the available supplies, Vice tried his best to at least give himself a few wraps around the head to stem the bleeding before attempting to get out of the place.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Mission accomplished!

You received your reward: 750 FP