The Unexpected Nap
Vessa, Dirionis, and Jocaira are in the cave with a mystic (their client) in a corner. Vessa is awake and keeping watch next to a fire with the Diri and Joca asleep by the fire. The mystic has just suggested Vessa rest with her retort of if she rests who would keep watch.
She'd get a last look at him as he steps down a winding and extremely
narrow corridor, his faint response as he turns to catch Vessa's gaze
before disappearing, "There is nothing to fear until you go deeper into
this cave....Sleeeeep," As he speaks the last word, reality distorts
just slightly as the Mystic makes an attempt to telepathically put the
wary woman into slumber.
Dirionis doesn't need much help in that department. One hand travels
up the leg, faintly making a reloading motion and one hand sliding up
and down it to chamber a bullet. Joca's leg is his boomstick.
Jocaira -might- have been waking up with all of the conversation going
on, soft as it is, but the siren song broadsides her unsuspecting
brain and out she goes again, tittering softly as she stretches her
limbs. "Arreter de jouer..." She sighs, "Trop de vetements."
Vessa Harden tries to fight the overwhelming urge to sleep but for
some reason cannot, she seems about to get up to follow the mystic
before his command and after realizing he is the reason for the
fatigue, gives him a dirty look before tilting sideways and falling
unconscious.
Time passes and passes, and the fire has been reduced to a low
flicking flame that barely clings to life, but still illuminates the
room just a touch. Diri's eyes open, fall...Open....The merc feels
around in the dark. Who's leg is...? Then he pushes himself up in a
push up position, still groggy. "Agh...Fuck." He mutters quietly,
rolling aside off of whoever it is he ended up near and lying on his
back. Slowly he sits up and peers at the fire, "Fuck," he repeats
quietly, moving to rise to his feet and step towards the wall of the
cave. A few feet away and he can no longer be seen. Scratch scratch,
swipe. Sounds coming from his direction.
Jocaira groans softly in her sleep, eyes squeezing a little tighter.
"Nnnn," she murmurs, giggling, "Quelle est l'urgence?" It takes a
little bit longer for her to shake off the telepathy than the merc
boss does, so by the time she wakes up he is gone. Squinting into the
dark, she murmurs, "Merde," and adjusts herself into a crouch, facing
away from the fire to get a better sense of what is out there in the
dark.
Vessa Harden is completely passed out, not even a twitch comes from
the woman. This might be due to already being tired before being hit
by the telepathic command, or maybe just because she was more
susceptible to it. Whatever the reason, she still lay sideways, her
pistol still in hand.
"Joca?" Diri's voice is half whispered from afar, though he can't
really be seen. "You up?" He says quietly. Scritch. Scratch. Swipe. A
few footsteps. "What times is it? How long we been out for?" He
continues in his soft voice.
"I up," Joca murmurs in response, edging closer to the wall, "No know
se time. Fire is dying, sough. Se client, 'e is gone. Whair you go, is
dark."
Vessa Harden continues to breath softly on the floor motionless.
Dirionis steps back towards them, coming back with more fungi and cave
scrapings which he tosses on the fire, igniting it further. It lights
up the room. Sure enough, Mystic is gone. "What the fuck?" Diri says,
eyeing the corner and stepping towards it. He crouches there, one
finger running against the ground. "Where'd he go?" His helmet goes
down over his head and he motions towards Vessa, "Mind wakin' her up?"
Then he steps down a few paces to look down that narrow corridor
through his HUD.
Jocaira squints as the fire flares up, facing away and rising from her
half-crouch. Obediently, she heads over to Vessa with a small yawn,
and nudges the other woman gently with her boot. "Allo? Allooo? Get
up, sil vous plait..."
Vessa Harden rocks a bit with the nudging and after a few times groans
and puts her gun free hand to her head. Sudden realization that she is
on the floor and that she had not intended to be there has her jumping
to her feet. After a moment of vertigo you can almost see her take
stock of her surroundings and review the memories, "That crazy fuck."
she growls and glares down the corridor. "Diri, since when do clients
sabotage their security detail?"
"The hell do you mean?" Diri asks back towards Vessa, moving back to
them and then looking at the doors they first came in that lead
outside. He dares venturing towards them, one hand moving towards the
handle...And pausing.
Jocaira digs around in her bulky winter gear to retrieve her
communicator, connecting it to her PDA, setting it in her ear, and
looking expectantly at Dirionis. "...esabotage?" She inquires, moving
to put her back to the nearest wall, posture tense and wary.
Vessa Harden spits out a couple of curses as she points the way she
last saw the Mystic go, "I was keeping watch when he gets up and tells
me that it is safe until you go deeper then tells me to sleep and
wanders off. I would have followed him except when he told me to
sleep, I did. I don't know what kinda shit he can pull but I don't
like not being able to do my job cause the fucking client prevents
it."
The sharp hiss of wind is heard as Diri cracks the door open and peers
outside. He closes it just as soon as he opened it. "Okay..." He
breathes, turning back towards them. "We're not goin' that way." He
looks to Vessa, "Try to calm down. We're gonna figure this out. Get up
and ready, we're movin' out." The Lunite moves to throw a few more
chunks of fungi into the fire, eyeing the narrow corridor, "That's
where we're headed. Both of you. Stay close to me. Its near pitch
black and we have no clue what the fuck's down there."
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Jocaira squints down the dark, narrow corridor, and then looks between
Dirionis and Vessa. "Se client say is no safe, you are certain,
Mastair Diri?" Regardless of whether or not it's a good idea to move
forward, being left behind is a worse one, so she moves to get closer
to the merc boss.
"Positive. You don't want to see what's on the other side of that
door." Diri says, pointing to how they entered the cave. He unhooks
his rifle and exhales lightly, raising it up onto his shoulder in a
prepared position as he approaches the narrow corridor, looking
through his HUD. "A lot of curves and such. We can -not- get
seperated." A look back to see if they're ready to proceed.
Jocaira continues to try and keep her back to one of the walls of the
narrow corridor, staying just far enough behind Dirionis so that she
is not in range of any elbows or rifle butts. She pulls both hands
deeper into the sleeves of her bulky jacket, and exhales a frosty,
"Affairmatif."