Mission: Traveling Unknown Lands 1

It was... odd how nonchalant they were about it. Almost eerily so, but for reasons too personal to herself for most of the others to understand. It wasn't as if she expected them to all keel over and die from shock-induced heart attacks, she just expected... something. Anything really. A simple raising of an eyebrow would have sufficed -- anything other than casual acceptance. As they continued onward the sinking feeling in her gut only grew and the concern that Lucian expressed assured her that she wasn't alone in her opinion. Still, she put up a front of calm determination for the moment, figuring that outward panicking would only draw unwanted attention to the group. "If we're splitting up I'll go with you Dad. We all have those weird abilities, so whatever happens, we should be fine." She whispered as she looked from door to door with a slight hint of confusion evident on an otherwise almost expressionless face.

The entire room was immediately frozen by Azul's cold fury. Sounds of screams and pain as the chill embraced it's victims. Nobody fucked with Azul, and dammit he had to make sure they REMEMBERED that. Even if it meant a Frosty Murder Spree.

How he wished he could just do that...

Azul twitched in annoyance. He then leaned in,staring at Lucian. "That's why WE were sent to deliver the news, rather than some random nobody. IN CASE they reacted violently." He hissed. "I was doing exactly what we were told to do and you had no right to stop me. You might be some big shot back wherever you came from, but nobody put you in charge here." With that said, Azul rocked back on his heels, a neutral expression on his face, and his arms crossed. "After all, aren't you the one who said 'caution is good, but it'll only take us so far'? Now since you can apparently only pick for OTHER people, I'll say we should go talk to Fel." And Azul did, opening the appropriate door.

The man eyed Azul suspiciously and put his hand back on the doornob leading into the East room."Why are you here?"

"Lookin' for a guy named Fel." Azul answered. Since nobody else seemed to have followed him yet, he shook his head. "Need to talk to him about something,
regarding that 'Big Tree' that showed up a while back. He slid his hands into his pockets, and his expression managed to remain neutral, despite the fact that he was still annoyed, just a bit. He shifted his weight, noting the door the man had closed. It'd be good to keep track of that sort of thing. The more info, the better, if they ended up being there a while.

The man quietly took hos hand from the knob and locked the door before turning his full attention to the group before him. A shakey smile spread over his face as he saw the interactions between Azule and Lucian. He took a few rigid steps towards the group and bowed slightly, his voice stern, but still holding a slight weaver. "Hello, I am Fel. I believe I am the one you're looking to speak with. May I ask why? It's not often we get visitors to Potts Field and I... I believe we have much to-to discuss... Please follow me to my office."

Fel Quickly turned and marched off to his office, the door on the far side of the room, and unlocked the door. He held the door for the group to enter while he wore a tense smile.


As Cass explored the ground floor, the most he would get off the patrons would be the occasional flair of enjoyment from the food or slight worry about the coming crop of the number of carrots they owe to Charla.

The door he would find himself at was the one on the left side from the entrance, across from the bar. From the door, Cass would feel nothing. Nothing living was on the other side of the door.

The door was, however, locked.

Patience had already been thrown out the window. At this point, Azul just wanted progress. They'd wasted enough time just talking about finding someone to talk to. He didn't bother responding to Lucian, and instead just shrugged, lazily. Fel was...honestly acting rather suspicious, but some people were just nervous. He couldn't see why he wouldn't be, actually. Some random people showing up, talking about being from a tree-Azul might be caught slightly off guard too. Might. At any rate, he followed Fel into his office, silently. Let Lucian handle the diplomacy.

In the office, Azul was quick to start making mental notes of whatever he could see.

Fel quickly ushered Azul, Lucian, and Alice into his office. The very first notable aspect of which... was the distinct smell of burning tires or and coal. As if this room had recently been used to dispose of several dozen truck tiers filled with coal using a flamethrower... The smell of Surfer simply permeated the room.

Though, perhaps more interesting then the smell of the room, was the loud click from behind the group as Fel locked the door tightly.


With a lazy hand Fel flipped a switch on the wall next to the door causing what sounded like a large air compressor to switch on. Not but a second passed before a thick brown fog begin to fill the room from vents on the ceiling. The smell of sulfur began to grow stronger.

"Giant tree... Ether you lot have been outside your suits for FAR to long or Tagiser thinks I've become a damn simpleton as well... Jokes on him! I've taken precautions." Fel's eyes began to calm, his tense nature gone as he breathed deeply from the gas. To the group, however, the thick fog burned, like berthing fire..."Hopefully you three haven't been outside for to long, what the hell are you doing outside a suit? And what the hell is that giant tower? Or did Tagiser really send you here to spout lies in the hopes that we would all be drained of our wills... Because if that's the case, I'll have you know I'm still just as capable as I was ten years ago." Though their eyes burned from the gas, the group could clearly see a spark of blue flame circle Fel's feet as he stood defiant at the door.


As Cassiel walked through the next door, that happened to be next to the bar, he would have expected at least some reaction to a stranger walking into the kitchen... But other then a bit of confusion rolling off the Chickens... Nothing. The head chef didn't even bother to look up... However, all at once he would feel a strong surge of rage and... fear?... Yes Fear, coming from  directly above him. It was around this time that he heard what sounded like a loud air compressor kick on, another thing that should have elicited a response from those around him just simply failed to.

Then the emotions began to skyrocket... to almost nauseating levels.

Azul stood with his arm crossed in the room, not at all pleased with how the mission had been going so far. It had been boring, and no progress had been made in the slightest. Though, it seemed like that would be finally changing. Not in a good way, however. That'd be too lucky. Really, back on Gridd traps were common. Especially in the Criminal Underworld where Azul made his home. While he hadn't felt any hostility from Fel at first, that quickly changed as he flipped the switch by the door. The brown fog filling the room took Azul's focus away from the now locked door. He coughed harshly, though managed to stay standing, even as his eyes burned. Yeah, this was WHY they had been sent. In case people decided to be idiots. Which Fel clearly was in this situation. "I don't know who the hell a Tagiser is, but if you don't turn that thing off I'm going to shatter you." The time for Diplomacy was over. Operating with criminals, you couldn't just give them control when they betrayed you. It seemed like this mission would be the same. Fighting the urge to vomit, and ignoring the pain from his next coughing fit, Azul still stood. He was slightly distracted though, by the call he received. Apparently that was one of Cas' abilities. It seemed potentially useful. "Fel's releasing some kind of Gas...back-up may be appreciated..." As it stood, he had two options. Azul raised his robotic arm, the lines on his glove starting to glow, as blue strings extended from his fingertips, attaching themselves to the switch. He would attempt to hack it and turn off the gas, though if that failed, he'd switch to plan B.

If he failed, he'd summon his Persona, and have the large blue beetle freeze the floor with Ma-Bufu. Then it'd be up to someone else to smash through, if they could. It was the most he could do, if his hacking ability failed.

Azul:

As things took a noticeable turn for the worse, Alice would swiftly grab ahold of her scarf and raise it to protectively cover her mouth as she stumbled back, coughing wildly and slamming back against a nearby wall as the gas assailed her and her senses. Panic surged through her mind and her eyes frantically darted around the room attempting to process her surroundings but to no avail thanks to the erratic state of mind that the sudden burst of fear put her in. While the others responded more directly to what Fel said and Cassiel's voice called out to them via telepathic link, she was simply too consumed by the danger of the situation to pay it any heed behind a cursory acknowledgment that she could hear them, her mind honing in only on the tangible aspects of the situation around them while she did her best to avoid hyperventilating and rubbed her irritated eyes with her sleeves. Of course, this didn't necessarily mean she'd do nothing in response; quite the contrary, this focus on the environment would lead her to quickly notice Azul's freezing of the floor should he proceed with it, in which case she'd instantly move to shatter it in a mad attempt to create an escape. Her soulbound weapon would flash into her hand in this case, her feet stumbling forward as she flailed the weapon at the ground clumsily, and Nona would dive downward from above to strike at the frozen floor with a targeted use of Hack & Slash.

Should the gas stop flooding into the room by any means though or if something interfered with Azul's attempt to freeze the floor, Alice's addled mind would fail to formulate any sudden plan of action and she'd merely continue searching for a solution she wouldn't find, as much at the mercy of Fel and the substance as her compatriots.