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HABIT would let out a breath after the battle and stretch slightly, wiping the black ooze that the beasts left behind from his blade. He would take a moment to scrutinize it and test it's sharpness before speaking. FREEDOM, FROM AN UNJUST WORLD... THAT IS WHAT I TEACH.

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Before answering to either HABIT or Devi I pull out my notebook and begin frantically scribbling the details of my encounter with Shoggoth. Without looking up I begin to move left towards the door. It had said that there were so called ‘old’ or ‘elder’ ones. Apparently this being had enlisted the strange tentacle creature’s help through some sort of verbal trickery. However, in a place like Junction the already vague phrase meant even less. There were so many different species and creatures that had a long life span. Assuming that it was only referring to something that lurked in these depths than I could narrow down the possibilities considerably. The only three denizens that I know of was the strange fire creature that had came to aide my team during the Jump, the knife-handed being we were hunting, and last but not least… Looking over my shoulder I would eye our strange companion again. I couldn’t rule out the possibility that this old one was someone we haven’t met before but the more I hear from HABIT the more I don’t trust it. People who preach grande and vague ideals in a place like this probably does not have good things in store for us. God he really was spoiling this whole thing.

Finishing my entry I close the book and reply to Devi, “Yeah, humans don’t really eat plastic but even if you do I think cash is preferable.” I stop in front of the door leading out from the end of the corridor and crouch on the ground. “Let’s take a quick breather here and gather our wits, we still got a long way to go” I say, taking a moment to rest. I had noticed Kuzi was a bit shaken from our last encounter, a pause from the action would be good for him. “I’m trying to solve a mystery. Why we got these powers, what the infection is. It seems we’re the ones who can truly make a difference right now and I plan to use my powers to the fullest. I’m not going to go all the way and say that my goal is to be a hero and save the world! But I would regret it if I didn’t give it my all,” I confess to the group. I didn’t want them to get suspicious of why I was asking so many questions.

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Ooof... Shaking his head as the last of the beasts fell, Kuzi felt a strange sense wash over him for a moment. It didn't last long but whatever it was made him shudder slightly, though it didn't necessarily feel like a bad thing, if anything it made the small creature have a sudden, albeit not a massive, boost in confidence. "H-hey, did you feel that too Denki?" The pink fluff would ask his infected persona in confusion, the only response he'd receive would be a sly smirk as the persona flicked its tail smugly and disappeared from view again with a single word.


About to open his mouth to say something further, Kuzi would unexpectedly feel the ground under his paws once again as inky placed him down, patted him and began to walk off towards a seemingly normal looking pile of discarded junk. Stumbling slightly both from the fact his legs had gone a little numb from not using them for a while and the fact he was haphazardly trying to pay attention to all four paws so that he didn't step on anything sharp that lay on the ground by accident, the small creature would do his best to keep up with the others as they began to walk off. "Guys, I dunno why but I had a strange feeling at the end of that last battle. Like, it wasn't a bad feeling, but it was definitely a strange one. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure Denki felt it too, she was looking at me really smugly afterwards as if she knew something that I didn't. Which, uh, I'm not sure what that is meant to mean but yeah. Heh. This place sure is weird, huh... And, uhm.
Uhhh... Nagami was it? Sorry only the stupid nickname kept coming to mind, but, did you like tame one of those weird things back there? How in the world did you do that? Are you sure that's safe?
Are you able to control it properly or was that first time just a fluke?
I don't want to have to watch my backs from two potential... Uhh... Never mind." Kuzi would pause for a moment, for once managing to catch himself before saying something stupid. Announcing out loud about the fact he thought HABIT might back stab him was probably very dumb, even for his standards. Instead he'd quickly try to take the topic back to something else in case it lingered there for too long. "Uh... I dunno how tasty something like that is, but my stomach hasn't failed me on anything I've ever tried yet. Though, dunno if Gate might want that. Heh. It's up to you bud, ya found it." He'd say with a light grin back at inky.

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It was interesting, the air of unease around the group since coming down here and the lovely HABIT joining their crew. While everyone was on pins and needles about the guy, Devi would remain more or less calm about the matter more intrigued to learn more about the man than simply write him off as a threat. It was true there was an air of danger to him, but that is also what attracted the demon to him. Though stating that out loud wasn’t a good idea now was it? So the demon kept his mouth shut, his thoughts locked away, and that deceiving grin on his face as he remained kneeled down with the plastic scraps he had dug up.

He took note of the young man called Nagami pulling out a book and writing down notes. A peculiar thing in such a place, but perhaps not everyone made mental notes so easily. Regardless, it seemed the young man did not want to eat the plastic and see if it was indeed delicious. He was even suggesting that the demon shouldn’t eat any himself and instead save it for cash. Hrmmm….that was hard deal he pushed there, but he wondered just how much some plastic could get them. Hrmmm….Eh? The demon would blink as everyone started to move. Getting to his feet, he’d flick his tail before moving the hand that held the scraps to his chest and sinking his fist into the ink that was his body. When his hand came out, the plastic scraps were gone safely stored away for now. “We suppose we can figure out this sharing thing later,” he would mumble to himself before shifting in his spot to follow the others. As they walked the little one began speaking. He was asking questions again, but how many would be answered was questionable (no pun intended). Though the demon could not speak for Nagami he did comment on the question of energy/odd sensations. “Purrhaps, it is power. Maybe you’ve grown in a fashion. Or it could be you caught a sickness, but we don’t think those feel nice.” The demon would chuckle lightly at that, but then become serious as they came to a door and stopped to rest. His ink colored eyes would drift down to the little one as he gave a lopsided smirk toward the words heard before leaning forward to look at the small one better. “Do you like food of all kinds, Little Bit? We love food and other treats. We handle all well. I am sure that the plastic might have a delightful blueberry flavor,” the demon said as his eyes glittered with the thought of biting one of those pieces; however, that joy would die down as he closed his eyes a bit and nodded. “Though I suppose you and the boy are right. Gate did not say we could eat what we found. How sad. How very sad.” The demon would sigh a bit, his shoulders seeming to slump in defeat before he stood up once more and looked over at Nagami.

“Hmmm. Your goal is interesting, but ours simpler. We want to see where’s this rabbit hole is going, so we walk and see what we can see,” he would finish with a grin and amused chuckle….though whether those words were ramblings or truth was hard to say. Either way the demon seemed to be done talking for now as he looked around the area they had come to a rest in.

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HABIT's mask would shake with his laughter as he continued to fallow the group, this time walking ever so slightly closer to the center of the pack. YOU'VE GOTTEN ME WONDERING THOUGH, EXACTLY HOW MUCH DO YOU LOT KNOW ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE GETTING INTO? THE GAME ISN'T FAIR WHEN THE PLAYERS DON'T KNOW ALL THE RULES.

HABIT would pause slightly at Onyx's question though, bringing a hand to his mask's chinNOW DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF THERE PAL, I'M STILL LIKE, SIXTY PERCENT SURE YOU'RE ALL GUNNA END UP SMEARS, BUT THAT'S WAY LOWER THEN THE HUNDREAD PERCENT I THOUGHT JUST A FEW MINUTES AGO. BRAVO! AS FOR THE GUYS THAT CAME IN BEFORE YOU? I SAW THE UH... THE ASPECT JUMP EM AND DRAG A FEW OF THEM OFF SOMEWHERE. I THINK THEY WENT DOWN. COME TO THINK OF IT... HABIT would look to his shirt and nod before motioning to one of the red stains. YEAH YEAH, THIS IS ONE OF EM. HEH. THE FIRST GOT PRETTY GUNG HO WITH THAT GUY HE JUMPED. SENT BITS EVERYWHERE! ON THE FLOOR, THE CEALING, THE WALLS. GUESS A BIT DRIPPED ON ME.

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“Everyone seems to see plastic as not a good snack, except little bit,” the demon would pause and chuckle amused at something before looking over at Onyx.  His grin would  become wider as more fangs appeared making him look deranged versus hopeful. “Yes. Let’s hope he doesn’t take all our sparklies and snacks.” While it may seemed childish what the demon said, his motives for wanting to keep things were a lot different than one would assume. However, that tale was neither here nor there, so the demon would let that topic go and shift into conversation about strange feelings of perhaps power the little one felt. As the conversation moved along the demon would flick his tail, his eyes staring upward at the structure around them, his mind questioning who built this place...and even if said persons or thing ever --- eh?

The demon would blink as he heard the question posed by Onyx, his expression becoming surprisingly serious as the usual grin disappeared and a clawed finger moved to tap his lips where the tips of his caines remained showing despite his lips being closed. “Rabbit holes aren’t as goal-less as they seem. They have purposes. Always purposes. Purrhaps in time we will tell you and then purrhaps we won’t.” The demon would stop there, falling silent as he watched some strange bug thing hurry along the wall and disappear into a crack between items in the structure.  He would remain serious for a few moments longer and then blinking, his grin would return as he heard questions being posed by HABIT.

“You speak as if the rabbit hole goes deep. How amusing.” He would chuckle a bit before becoming serious again as his tail flicked as he folded his arms and looked up at the ceiling quiet for a moment as he heard the conversation between Onyx and HABIT. Once they were done, he would answer the question. “What do we know you ask? Well, we can’t speak for all, but for us. We know you don’t expect us to live or succeed. Not completely. We also know that something down here loves to kill with vigor, if what you say about it making a mess so grand it got you is true. And we know this place is very different than the others we have seen, but what we don’t know is exactly what rules we are playing with here,” the demon would pause as he leveled his vision again with the world, his eyes locking on HABIT as he unfolded his arms. “So HABIT. Tell us. Say Demix and company,  the rules are…” the demon would spread his arms out as if asking him to say the rest, but then smirking he would drop his hands to his side as he chuckled abit.  “Or are you pulling our chains and gonna leave us in the dark?”  

He would give the guy and the others a chance to talk watching where it all went for now. He knew they weren’t here to chit-chat and battles awaited, but why rush when there was potential for something yummy here?

In any case, he would let that issue go where it would before turning his attention to the door that they had stopped before. Moving around Nagami, he would rest a stained glove on the door before resting his against dirty metal and listening. He would eventually grin as he looked back at the others. "Time to play." He would say with a chuckle and then opening the door he would enter and cross the small space to engage the enemy.

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The small fluff would think things over in his head for a while, seeing if he had a way to get Denki to tell him more personally though she seemed not to say a word. "I suppose it could of been. As I said it wasn't a bad feeling, wouldn't say it was really a good one either. Though it definitely seemed to make me feel more, uh, what's the best way to put it... Confident? To be down here I guess. Compared to how freaked out I felt earlier." Not to say that he felt completely fine with his situation now, this place was still creepy as all hell and he was still not fond of their tag along companion and the way he talked about expecting them to end up smears on the wall. Though, he just felt as if he was more likely to see the light of day again now. Which was good.

"Mhm." Kuzi would say with a quick nod of his head, his attention being taken by the topic of food. Even if the food in this case was plastic. "I love all kinds of food, nearly anything can taste nice if you have it properly. Pretty sure my race can handle nearly anything in our digestive systems too, so its not bad for me or poisonous to eat all the weird things that could be bad for others. Which makes scavenging for food a whole lot easier when we run out of stuff to eat." There was almost a hint of pride in the tone of the pink fluffs voice as he explained this, food was great. All food, even food that wasn't food. Though his attention was quickly taken as they came up to the next door they were to enter, he'd actually slip off a little ahead of the others except Demix who had already made their way to the door, sticking his head literally through the door to peer inside before the door was opened, utilizing his races strange ability.

"Yup, there's definitely more guys in there." He'd warn the others, pulling his head back through the door casually and shaking himself over. "Everyone ready?"

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HABIT's pace quickened to keep up with the party, a new found pep in his step propelling him on. OK LOOK, IT GOES LIKE THIS, YOU HAPLESS RUBES ARE IN A RACE AGAINST HIM. HE WANTS FOR JUNCTION TO MAKE IT TO A PARTICULAR WORLD, AND YOU GUYS HAVE TO STOP HIM BEFORE THEN. APART FROM THAT, ANYTHING GOES LONG AS YOU WIN THE RACE AND STOP HIM FROM GETTEN WHERE HE'S GOIN. Reaching into his shirt for a moment, HABIT would pull a small leather bound notebook with a single strip of purple ducktape running up the spine. Hidden beneath his fingers, a barely visible number two.LONG THE WAY YOU GUYS SHOULD KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN FOR THESE THINGS, GOOD READS... IF YOU'RE INTO CRYPTIC SHIT THAT IS. I AM, THOUGH THAT'S NOT REALLY A SURPRISE NOW IS IT? HEH. HABIT would chuckle to himself as the group entered the next room and by extension the next fight.

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