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>Follow The Cat... Wherever they may lead.
>No RES roll? Punishment is due. :3
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> [Day 1; Mid Evening]
> [RES: 56-2= 54]
> [SC:42%; T: +26%]
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Once again, you peer over the edge and survey the Bunker’s surroundings. Fortunately, the situation remains the same – the talkative newcomers add their bickering to the steady mechanical clanking permeating the hall; meanwhile the third leans on the wall, around where the console should be. Around your waist, the fog swirls and churns, pouring from the wide-open entrance and obscuring the floor like a menacing, snow-white blanket of biting chill. Far behind, the steel blast doors loom ajar.
Someway, somehow, you need to get there if you want to reach Seo-young, you know it. The worthwhile evidence is close second. But the guards stand in the way. The first two seem more or less harmless, busy as they are, but the third remains annoyingly vigilant, constantly monitoring the entrance and the console. A stark contrast to the more laidback rest, and there are two more down below.
“W-what to do? Oh?” You whisper to no one in particular, when the sleek, distinctive form of The Don grazes your thigh-high sock. “W-what do you think? We can't stay here, but I don’t want to retreat empty handed, and leaving Seo-young is out of the question too.” You firmly hug your chest to drive the message across... and preserve the heat. This and the doors will close soon, meaning you both don’t have much time.
The Don, of course, remains loudly silent in Their indifference. Instead, opting to spiral around your utterly obscured legs disruptively. Humph, not helpful!
...Or is it? Utterly obscured? ...Perhaps?
Gritting your teeth, you carefully submerge your hand into the thick fumes. Ignoring the gnawing cold, you watch it get consumed almost instantly. “Ha-ah, promising, r-right, Kitty? I think we could just... sneak past.” You say pulling it back out, a hint of warm, albeit uncertain, pride flaring in your gut. Like the shinobis from the history lessons that you must have had before all this! You can crawl, and machinery will cover the sounds and fog sight! You start tracing the slaloming path ahead.
Instead of praising your ingenuity, Don abruptly *thwaps* your thigh like a whip with Their Tail.
“Ack! W-why?” You wail quietly but freeze as the voices down the hall abruptly go silent. Realizing what happened, you dash back behind the corridor, palm firm on your mouth, internally cursing The Pesky Cosmic Feline. Back there, the guards exchange some curt comments, so instead, you fish for the sounds of steps from among the machinery.
Hearing none, you breathe a sigh of relief and rub the grazed spot ruefully. It got way too hot for a moment. All thanks to your Kitty. Why would They- “K-kitty?” Where once was You Cat, now is the foreboding emptiness! You look around the hall, but of course it's just more fog flowing between the lockers and shelves. “R-really? Hit and run?!"
