_ Group_ Ain't no rest for the wicked
As the door bursts open, the first thing, the old woman in the tank sees is a bar with the gunslinger, Vhombus placing his strange gun back into its holster. He didn't acknowledge her at first, he simply clenched his right fist, which the knuckles pop out. " Ma'am, there is some that will help you, some that support you, and me, I mean suppose to hunter you."
He finally said, which no one heard, of course, too much bickering amongst them. It was their true weakest, after all, next to being very arrogant with their powers. A lit cigar was in ash tray, which Vhombus placed in his mouth and smiled as he stood his ground, pulling back his right arm." Ain't no rest for the wicked."
He remarked in response to Gertude's threat. A mechanical monstrosity versus a bio-mechanical monstrosity, the staff in hell must having a good old time, Vhombus figured as he punched the shoe tank, sending it and the pilot flying backwards to the building behind them. Through the tank protected Gertude from the punch, she could of sworn, she smelled liquor, hot liquor like someone boiled it.
On one of the tables in the bar, Vhobus grabbed a rope and a grenade. The crash of the shoe may have alerted the group, but their stubborned like wild horses. The tank wouldn't be enough especially with him, they won't stand against him, here in wonderland. Vhombus stepped out of the bar with the pin on the grenade already pulled in one hand, while the other was twirling around the rope that he made into a lasso. It seemed like everything here was for his advantage.
He lobbed the grenade over the group's heading to the tower. Karen made it in, but that's all Vhombus was willing to let in . And if he knew, the puppet boy, Liyr, he would protect himself, he have no choice to do it, which is why tossed the lasso. The grenade exploded, and the lasso wrapped tightly around Liyr's neck. He would still be able to protect himself from the blast, it the afterwards, Vhombus was focusing on it as he pulled him down to the ground. Since it was the desert wonderland, he just need to wait for the next phrase of his plan of attack
_Karen_" You've got questions, I got answers."
The voice remarked, the same voice that they first talked to, the first one that toyed with them. The first room, Karen had entered looked like a lounge. It had small tables with two mugs, a couple of chairs, a television that was black and white depicting the cowboy and the rest of the group. Behind, Karen, if she would notice was a black abyss, devoid of anything. " You're intentions are completely selfish, but at least you asked, the more important question."
The voice went on to say somewhere in the room. It sounded like it was coming from nearby the black mirco wave. " Some of you must die, from time to time, and the reason, Big Boss demands it."
The voice answered. " Unstable, but enough, to corrupt the land, we walk upon, dooming us all if one of you doesn't die when it saids so."
_South East_" Because, we must hunter you, one of you to satisfy the one we call Big Boss."
The man named Vox as he looked down at the patients who were continuously shrinking to smaller and smaller sizes. " If we don't, we all die, and that means all of us. Simple as that."
He said as his answer.
"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit