Welcome to Gaia! ::

(Since its been so long since Kata and I have been able to RP, I've decided that its time to invoke the hand of god and make a Plot jump, so it is with Kata's permission that I manipulate the situation our characters are currently in, please bare with me, as I made the decision to vere away from character-centric RP. Kata will be in blue and Aricin will be in black)

Kata shifted her hair away from her face for the umpteenth time in and hour, no longer feeling the small abrasions that covered about half of her body. This was definately a new experience on Masquerade, the sense of helplessness that had filled her after realizing she was well and truely trapped against her will, in a space that was quickly becoming claustrophobic. The last time she had felt this way was while she was still being drugged and manipulated by the Center.

So with numb fingers she knotted her silver hair back and crawled in near silence except for her breathing over to Aricin, who was still unconscious from the fall. Careful not to touch the gash along his shoulder she pressed two fingers to his jugular to once again make certain that he was still alive. Proding him she watched his whiskey eyes open rather blankly. Seeing that he was starting to come to stirred her determination to life. It was time to get out.

Aricin blinked his bleary eyes in the near black before him, he could barely make out Kata, shifting his arm to gain purchase he winced and ground his teeth, rolling up and using his own hand to prod the small gash near his collar bone, still not quite able to make heads or tails of the situation he attempted to focus on Kata's sillohuette. "What happened? Where are we?"

Kataio shook her head, "I wish I could tell you, but all I know is that when we were walking back to the colony, we must have stepped off the path and into some sort of mine or sewar." Stretching a little she studdied him again finally noting that his night vision wasn't as good as hers she continued. "I found some bones pressed into the wall over there," she gestured, "But we fell too far to climb out, we'll have to navigate the tunnels."

It took him a minute. "Bones.... the floor feels like rough tile or cobble... Kata. I think we're in some kind of Catacomb, on earth at least catacombs are layed out like mazes, who knows what we'll find down here." He rolled his arm at the sholder to reassure himself that he hadn't broken it or his collar bone, he slid out of his jacket and now soiled shirt, freeing one of his guns from its holster at his hip. "Kata... do you think you could find me something long and slightly heavy? that I could use for a torch?"

Kataio called out Plague Song and stood to make her way to the wall with the bones. Checking to make sure the wall was stable before she pulled a long leg bone out. It was clean, either meaning really old or very well picked at. Let's hope old. As she walked a little further down the path Kata called back to Aricin, "I am just cutting some roots to tie around this bone. I am hoping that will work for you." Leaning the bone against the wall, she reached up and pulled at the roots cutting as close to the wall or roof that she could manage. Placing down her sword next to the bone she braided three of them and then tied them to the bone with a fourth and a fifth bit of root. They were damp but not wet by any means. moving slowly and carefully back to Aricin she held it out to him. "Will this do for the moment until we can find something better?"

(I'm lazy and don't wanna log into Aricin... LOL, yes lets hope its simply old and not "well picked at")

Squinting through the dimness at the offered bone-torch before accepting it, "Creative, but hell fires it'll work. Thank you Kataio." Picking up his ruined shirt, he quietly thanked every god in his and Kata's worlds, and the unknown gods of Masquerade that the thing was all natural fiber as he tore it into long strips. Securing the torch between his knees he wrapped the clothe arround the roots at the end of the bone until it bulged at looked like an un-healthy bandaged zombie limb. He laid it aside to dig through his pockets looking for a book of matches, knowing that it'll be harder than simply exposing the chemical treated fabric to fire in order for it to ignite, when he finally produced the flimsy paper book of old matches he hesitated. Looked up at Kata and thought, 'There's no-way she has a bottle of lighter fluid.'

Resting the book of matches on his knee he heaved a heavy sigh, then lifted his nine and ejected the clip, releasing three rounds carefully into his hand, before snapping the clip back into place and giving Kata a feint grin. "I bet you didn't know, that in days gone by in order to prevent an infection while at sea, physicians would use gun-powder to cauderize a wound in place of stitches." Producing a small pocket knife from his jacket he relieved the lead from their brass casings, proceeding to empty the powder onto the torch. The reluctantly shifted up to his feet and preparing the match before lifting the torch with his other hand he looked at Kata. "I would look away if I were you, this is going to flash and burn bright for a second." Waiting for her to comply he lit the match and ignited the torch with a bright flash before the flame dimmed to normal flickering.

"So which path do we take?" He inquired slipping his gun back into its holster.

(and for anyone that wants to keep track thats 3 or 26 bullets waisted. So he now only has 23 to waist in the tunnels. 2 guns with 13 load clips.)

Kataio's eyes took a moment to shift into the dim light of the well burning torch. "Well, there are a few possiblities as to what we are standing in." Absently rubbing a shoulder that was a bit sore still she continued, "Escape route for the royals if the castle came under seige, a sewer like system that has dried up, burial chambers, or possibly catacombs for convicts to get lost in and die." With that Kataio looked down at the ground. Time worn tile that did not look to be set right. "I am leaning toward a burial chamber or an escape route. Looks to," She paused looking for the word, "Well it looks as if it was quite nice at one time." Shifting from side to side slowly she added, "So we head either toward the old castle ruins and hope it is not blocked off." She pointed in one direction. "Or head the other way and hope that we find a church entrance, or the exit to the escape route. If I am right about any of this."

He bit his lip and his eyes flashed with uncertainty reflected by the fire light. "I think we should try to head towards the Ruins..." Looking at her he continued, "The other direction has been pretty well surveyed since colonization, I thinks its our best chance to get out of here in one.. well technically two pieces." Small bits of debree fell breifly from the 'skylight' and he moved towards the appropriate path... "Lets hope that the Royals had some sort of escape rout connected to catacombs."