The young dreadlocked man continues his jaunt through the alleyway. The passage darkens the farther it stretches beyond the bazaar. Nikita pauses for a moment to rifle through his jacket pocket. He retrieves a lighter and a crudely rolled cigarette which he promptly employs. A small fiery cherry and a plume of smoke make it easy enough to pinpoint his location in the dusk, in case his stench wasn't enough of a beacon. After walking the equivalent of a city block, the man stops in the middle of the alleyway. He checks to see if the coast is clear before opening a sewage grate and squeezing his way through the portal.
Bullion's scent trails all the way to the sewage vent before mingling with Nikita's reeking smoke.
Mildred arrives at the scene moments behind George, Alexzander, and presumably the rest of Squad Obsidian. Poultice Maid and Mortar Butler silently take up the rear of the procession. The First Lieutenant of Alabaster eyes the portal distastefully, probing it with the tip of her folded parasol.
Mildred: "The Undercity? I am not looking forward to this."
George: "Whoa, you look just like me. Freaky. Thanks, Whimbly, I'll totally get you back. Wish me luck."
George zips down the dark corridor while his squadmates are preoccupied. Mortar Butler struggles with the grate but eventually gets it open. He slides through the portal followed by Poultice Maid. Mildred eyes the sewer entrance with trepidation.
Mildred: "Wading through the muck is so undignified. I suspect Mr. Coatcheck will have his work cut out for him when he launders our garments later."
Mildred: "Most mannerly of you, Veloci Butler. Would you hold this for me?"
She hands "Georbly" her parasol, which is considerably heavier than it looks. Instead of a functional umbrella made from fabric and metal, it is in fact a solid mass of marble carved to resemble a parasol.
With Mortar Butler ready to catch her, Mildred drops down the portal and lands in a dank dimly lit tunnel, made even darker and colder thanks to Alexzander's paradoxical flame. A poorly maintained but dry walkway buffets a rolling river of sewage...which unsurprisingly reeks of things better left unsaid.
Mortar Butler and Poultice Maid show signs of discomfort, rubbing their exposed hands and limbs in an effort to warm themselves. Their figures fade into the darkness, but Mildred's amber eyes begin to glow. The object of her disgust is now the frozen flame cradled in Alexzander's hand.
Mildred: "What are you trying to accomplish with...that?"
The dimly lit path leads out of the sewage system into a rot farm. The denizens of this Undercity community are hard at work utilizing the upper world's waste product as fertilizer for their abundant crops. Humans, elves, and even the occasional zombie gleefully take up their garden implement of choice and work the funky yet abudant land. Dressed in clothing painstakingly craftex from repurposed fibers and adorned with various flowers, the farmers reap and sow their crops with pride. All the while, anachronistic "hippie" music is piped out of the speakers affixed to the tops of their mud brick dwellings.
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Mildred arrives at the scene moments behind George, Alexzander, and presumably the rest of Squad Obsidian. Poultice Maid and Mortar Butler silently take up the rear of the procession. The First Lieutenant of Alabaster eyes the portal distastefully, probing it with the tip of her folded parasol.
Mildred: "The Undercity? I am not looking forward to this."
Mildred cocked her head in George's direction.
Mildred: "Veloci Butler, do you have something to report?"
George: "No, Millie *ahem* I mean no, ma'am."
coughs into a handkerchief
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George: "Seriously, you'd do that for me? Think it would work?"
George zips down the dark corridor while his squadmates are preoccupied. Mortar Butler struggles with the grate but eventually gets it open. He slides through the portal followed by Poultice Maid. Mildred eyes the sewer entrance with trepidation.
Mildred: "Wading through the muck is so undignified. I suspect Mr. Coatcheck will have his work cut out for him when he launders our garments later."
A. Enter the Undercity.
B. Goof around some more.
C. "I'm not going in no sewer!"
D. None of the above.
She hands "Georbly" her parasol, which is considerably heavier than it looks. Instead of a functional umbrella made from fabric and metal, it is in fact a solid mass of marble carved to resemble a parasol.
With Mortar Butler ready to catch her, Mildred drops down the portal and lands in a dank dimly lit tunnel, made even darker and colder thanks to Alexzander's paradoxical flame. A poorly maintained but dry walkway buffets a rolling river of sewage...which unsurprisingly reeks of things better left unsaid.
Mortar Butler: "Ugh."
Poultice Maid: "Peeyou."
Mildred: "GODS!
*nearly doubles over*
"...So many scents! All so pungent!"
Mortar Butler: "And...c-c-colder?"
Mortar Butler and Poultice Maid show signs of discomfort, rubbing their exposed hands and limbs in an effort to warm themselves. Their figures fade into the darkness, but Mildred's amber eyes begin to glow. The object of her disgust is now the frozen flame cradled in Alexzander's hand.
Mildred: "What are you trying to accomplish with...that?"
Mildred's glowing eyes narrow in grudging acceptance.
Mildred: "Far from subtle, but the odor has dissipated. Now which way did that filthy urchin go?"
A. Left towards a dimly lit passage.
B. Right towards the darkness.
C. None of the above.
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