DragonRage

Mirri keeps cutting for a while after the creature stops moving, but eventually the fact that her vision is obscured registers, and she staggers back from the corpse, tearing her helmet off with numb, frantic fingers. "Oh. Oh, that wasn't... Oh." A few Jedi calming exercises get her roiling emotions more or less bottled up, and she deactivates her lightsaber and reclaims her lost tools. "And keep your hands off my stuff," She orders the dead creature in a vain attempt to save face, before turning back to her X-Wing and workplace. "Now that that minor annoyance is out of the way, I really

The walk back to the surface is as uneventful as the walk down, and Cell and Gozer are able to rejoin the group with no trouble. Hahli is surprised that there were no Rahi there to defend the stone, and more than a bit suspicious. Nuparu is more concerned about the Infected Mask, and makes sure to impress Cell on the importance of never letting anyone wear it, as wearing an infected mask lets the Makuta control your mind. Still, the Toa Stone and Kanohi Masks are the real deal, and neither matoran can really complain about nobody being in much danger as the mask is retrieved.

Mirri freezes in horror, losing her telekinetic grip on the Peacemaker. Behind her helmet, her eyes go wide and unfocused, as labored, mechanical breathing fills her ears. KSSSSS.... Huuuuuuh.... KSSSSSSS.... Huuuuuuuuh.... With a scream of inarticulate terror and fury, Mirri charges the creature and starts slashing down at it with her lightsaber in sharp, jerky motions, wielding the weapon like a club as she brutally lays into the dark being.

Mirri notices that Law is having trouble keeping his weapon steady, and reaches out with the Force to stabilize it in a telekinetic grip.

"Oh for! Give that back!" Mirri charges after the tool thief! Those things are irreplacable, dang it! She can't get more without going back to her original universe, and.... NOPE, REPRESS, DENY, TAKE OUT YOUR AGGRESSIVE FEELINGS ON THE THIEF.

"The Sea Tea could be useful," Rachel suggests. As a jump trooper, she always appreciates getting the drop on one's enemies.

Sha'Tith doesn't find any Deadites in the Taco Bell. He does, however, find a large supply of dubious meat, and somewhat less dubious taco fixings. Spider-Man directs Freya towards the Macy's, and then suggests that the group should loot the Taco Bell for food and water, before holing up in the Macy's, which has more room inside and smaller windows than the Taco Bell or the Apple Store. The Avengers will cover small hero-inflicted damages like that in the name of a good cause. Freya is easily able to bring Henry the Skag back to unlife. This display gets a few sidelo

"There's something in here with us," Mirri draws her lightsaber, looking around for what it might be, "And my armor needs work. The plates are fine, but the actually complex systems... This isn't a great time for a fight."

Interesting. Rachel rejoins the group. It’s probably time to move on, once everyone returns from what they’re currently doing.

"That would make... a lot of sense," Iowa reasons, "Ships aren't supposed to fight on land. I can clearly do it if I have to, but... not for long I guess. Oh, the horizon's not supposed to be moving." She sits down heavily on the ground. "That's a bit better."

Rachel decides to have a look around in the Libriarby. Perhaps she might be able to find more information about this underground world, or this version of Holy Terra.

Perlita's spell helps... somewhat, in that it gets Iowa to a healthier color, but she's still having trouble keeping her balance, both hands clamped over her stomach as her rigging vanishes, "I... don't think that got everything. I feel... seasick? On dry land? That doesn't... seem right."

Aquila slammed the undead cosplayer into the ground, using it's own weight against it to knock the wind out of them and giving time for him to mount their chest. The berserk knight all but tore the helmet from the head of the plague marine, chucking it to the side before his fist came down the hand raised feebly to defend it's owner doing little more than providing some padding before a second blow struck the side of their face. Strike after strike rained down from Aquila, body trembling with fury at the deadite in front of him until their body finally went limp under the savage beating it was

The inside of the temple is covered in coral and worn, stylized carvings of beings of Bionicle, strange creatures, matoran, and taller beings. However, what really draws the attention are the Toa Stone and silver Mask of Power sitting near the entrance, just waiting to be picked up. Two more masks sit nearby, outside the temple. One is rusted, pitted, and scarred with corrosion, giving off an unsettling aura. The other appears to have been dented and cracked by a massive fist. Gozer and Cell find the Water Stone, the Kanohi Pakari, a Broken Kanohi, and an Infected Kanohi

Mirri decides it's time to look for work. No matter the place, if there's two people in it, someone's going to want someone else dead, in jail, or deprived of wrongfully acquired property. But first... "It's been too long since I gave my kit a once-over." Mirri looks for somewhere out of the way where she can make sure her gear is still functioning well.

"So... If our group were to defeat the shaman without deploying the bioweapon, then you would have more further use for it," Alexandria deduces, "This feat is likely within our capabilities."

Sister Rachel eats the burger, and contemplates where we might need to go from here. Hopefully, the group will be able to reach Asgore soon, despite the recent setbacks of somehow travelling back to the beginning of the journey again. At least nobody's heads have exploded yet.

Rachel looks down at the burger with a bit of reluctance, "If we can't pay... I don't know that it would be right to accept this."

"I think he is likely far more capable than he appears... or realizes," Rachel states succinctly and a bit cryptically.

Suddenly realizing she hasn't eaten in a while, Rachel ducks into the restaurant and has a look around.

Rachel sighs at Doggo's words, "Would that I didn't have to be good at fighting. But the Emperor teaches that those who cannot fight evil... shall inevitably be destroyed by it. I shall remember your words. "It is... reassuring to know that we did not travel through the warp without defense. Different world, different rules. It seems I have yet to remind myself of this often enough."

"T-time travel?" The blood drains from Sister Rachel's face as she grabs her Incinerator flamer. Not pointing it at anyone, just clutching at the weapon for comfort, "Did... Did we just travel through the warp without a Gellar Field? Oh Emperor preserve us... Even a calm warp would... The odds of success are poor at best..."

"I... don't like the looks of this," Rachel's hands creep towards her pistols as she cautiously steps back next to Arminius and Sans, "I recognize that the magics here aren't inherently evil, or as inherently dangerous as those I am most familiar with. But... That Flowey creature is of a very dangerous mindset. I would prefer not to need to undo your work of returning Chara to physical form, as I assume you had a good reason for wanting to do so."

Rachel takes a deep breath, and lets it out. "Know your place, heretic. Your comfort and entertainment are not our concerns."

Rachel cracks her neck, pulls a strip of bandages out of her pack, and unrolls it in a rapid, menacing motion. "Hold him still, Toriel. I believe I have found a way to administer a measure of justice to this creature without violating my oath."