- Defying The Odds

Proceeding to the Acrobatics tent section Ashur is nervous about his fellow disciples. If they planned to come after him once he was outside was unlikely. But he didn't want to take the risk. He had undoubtedly broken any common ground, if any, he had once had with Bogdan, and possibly the rest of the faction for that matter.

For now, he decided to disregard the issue as long as he was within the confines of the acrobatic faction. He was sure that not many people knew about his co-operation with Davis, save maybe a few spare entrants who heard a few scraps of their conversation. But even then, Davis has many different personas which he undoubtedly uses as he pleases. Speaking of identities, he now felt rather silly for trying to find Davis for his name in the first place.

He was broken out of his thoughts as he was plunged into the darkness of the tent He began to observe the environment that he was now in. Similar to before the area was quite dark, but instead of taking a path similar to last time they proceeded to the right. He quickly lost his sense of direction but Davis was there to reassure him. "They will allow you to stay as long as I inform them properly of your arrival, after all, it's only for the rest of the day." He speaks almost silently and I can tell his different from his everyday cocky mood. "This is necessary to conceal the further makings of our plan, and I won't pretend that I did not see you punch that miscreant back there." He could almost imagine his all-familiar grin in the darkness before quickly disappearing, while I took a new-found appreciation for his skills.

Soon through the darkness, he can feel the sound of his feet making a different noise from the usual slapping of concrete. Looking down he's able to see the rough carpet, his eyes finally adjusting to the dark environment. Eventually, he is confused when they stop, the sound of a knock on metal rings out in the desolate silence. The pattern is rather complicated with an array of knocks and a slight pause before the door opens quickly. He's nearly blinded by a white light in front of his face. Davis grabs him forcefully before throwing him inside and entering himself. The door closes behind them and Ashur takes a glance through the room before glaring at Davis who simply shrugs.

Ashur takes a glance throughout the room and sees a couple of obvious signs of the people that live here. Basic training structures for acrobatics are easily identified. He sees long staircases with zip lines strewn from one line to the next. The walls appeared to be interlocked with scrap metal and insulated with some type of fabric he was unable to identify. The walls came together to the top to form a large shape similar to an igloo.

He picked himself up from the ground and continued to follow Davis into a different section of the building. As he's walking a rank stench invades his nose as he enters, but to avoid embarrassing himself he steels his face as he enters alongside Davis. Entering he sees four people sitting on boxes playing some type of game with metal figurines. At first glance, these figures are wearing dark hoods with metal masks that have been dented into various shapes similar to that of skulls. Satchels were fashioned along with leather coats covering their bodies. One larger than the rest had a backpack and a different aura about him, which led him to assume he was the leader. From their body types, he can easily tell one of them is a Female.

As the groups continued to study each other eventually their stand-off was broken. The largest of them that seemed to be the leader began to speak, "So this is the twerp that you need us to babysit for you then, is it? This shit had better be worth it Moore." The gruff voice speaks to Davis as Ashur discovers yet another one of Davis's personas. Their conversation continues as Davis finally speaks. "Course' Barley, I didn't take all the effort to form this team for nothing," he replies. "Good, then let's proceed with the discussion of the plan for tomorrow. Martha." He suddenly gazes at the female figure sitting next to him. "Get our new friend here a change into something more suitable and throw out that frilly dress of his." A third lankier figure to the end snickers for a bit before stopping. Martha stood up and nodded as she began walking to an exit at the back of the room gesturing for me to follow.

Leaving the room, Davis waves at me before he continues his conversation with the rest of the group as Martha leads him along down the hallway. He sees various junk littering the floor, he tries to avoid it by sidestepping but he fails miserably. He gives up and just trudges through it with his feet, manually pushing the trash as he goes along to create a path. Looking over he saw Martha who seemed to be treading the ground like a specter, leaving no sound or any sign that she passed through. 'Just what has Davis done to attract such a talent? And how amazing must the skills of the others be?'

His heart fluttered in excitement to be able to join such a group, so far he felt as though just in an hour he had quite possibly gained an enormous opportunity to survive in the City of Ichor! He was barely able to conceal his smile as they continued walking along before finally arriving at the doorway to another room.