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Thuro 116 Pendragon
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The annual clacking of the tram was a dull torture to your ears as you descended deep into the earth like one of Jules Verne's characters in the Journey to the Center of the Earth. The cloth hood over your head obscured all sight save for the occasional flash that only served to further your general distortion. After what seemed an eternity, the moving platform stopped, leaving you to ponder your fate for a half a second until you feel a boot plant itself squarely in your back, shoving you into the endless void that you hadn't known was in front of you.
If you are a religious type that believes in the afterlife, you pray to your god. Or if you are the type that believes in only yourself and the physical universe, you collect your thoughts and wait for the end.
You fall.
And you land square on your face ten feet later. After picking yourself off from the dirt, you feel a hand roughly jerk the hood off your face. In front of you is a girl in her late twenties with a short bob of hair, one half of it died a dark blue. She wears a heavy brown duster, and has a concerningly large metal pipe slung over her shoulder. The look in her eyes warns you that messing with her will end badly. She is quickly joined by grizzled looking men and women, your hoods held firmly in their hands.
"Newbies eh? You feller's lucky I'm here for the meet and greet. I'm lot nicer than the other guy. He tends to take advantage of those things..." She gestured to the metallic band encircling your right wrist with a casual nod of the head. "...and send one a'two partners into enemy territory. Instant fiery place."
You suddenly notice that the magnetic attachments between the bands that were holding your arms behind your back disengage, with the left hand band falling off entirely. The right hand band remains fastened securely on you however.
"First rule of the Pit, you find your partner and stick with them like your goram life depends on it, cause I reckon it does 'less you can survive the something 'kin to a grenade going off in your hand. You'll know your partner from the six digit code scratched on into your bracer."
Tate – Trunks
9277467
Namanie - Casshern
79673
Corrin - Two
744353
Lucifer – Zara
932766
Lincoln - Damask
6278376463
Jenson - Mukuro
486837
Aeryn Olivia Crichton - Haller
94532273
9277467
Namanie - Casshern
79673
Corrin - Two
744353
Lucifer – Zara
932766
Lincoln - Damask
6278376463
Jenson - Mukuro
486837
Aeryn Olivia Crichton - Haller
94532273
"Other than that, I reckon it's best if you all explore for yourselves. I don't force people into joining the Browncoats, not like those frelling Pit Demons. Just a word of warning, stay outta the lower levels. Somethin dangerous lives down there." She turned to leave, the apparent Browncoats falling in behind her. Then she stopped, suddenly realizing she had forgotten something important. "By the way, if you're a genefreak, don't try and use your powers. Those cuffs'll blow."
The direction the Browncoats walked away in was decidedly bland, but appeared to be safe, and you might be able to get some more information about the pit. The opposite direction was much more interesting, with walls covered in horn markings and what appeared to be blood, but something about the air here seemed foreboding, dangerous. Both directions led into a vast collection of buildings and upper and lower levels that circled around them, the area where they had been kicked off the tram almost feeling like the center of an ancient arena as a result. Off to the side, a sharp sloping path led down to the lower levels, where the girl had explicitly warned them off of.
You could trail after the Browncoats, follow them into their territory.
You could head the opposite direction.
You could sit here and try and figure out another plan as a group.
You could go down.
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