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[Event Post - THE SACRIFICE!]

[For the "children" who've been kidnapped, if you wanted a good shot at slipping out, this will be the time - the guards still remaining in the mines are few and far between, and with all the other NPC kids there, it's much easier to lose track.]

[The bad news for a good number of other people is where those guards are; anyone following the passages around will find that you can pretty much follow the guards that aren't staying and watching the kids, as they're heading down the passages that wind into the center of the underground temple - to where the rituals are held. The passages are thin and narrow, only lit by torches, and there's some booby-traps for the unwary along less traveled corridors. The passages come out different places in the big central chamber, so for all of you who don't know your way around the temple, there's no telling where you'll come out, but there's three basic places the corridors will come in.]

[The main chamber is a big, open area; there's a crowd of the guards and other cultists gathered in the largest area, all the way up to a thin rope railing along a drop-off into a very, very deep pit - far below there's bubbling magma. There's a couple other corridors that open up on ledges overlooking the entire scene - nice view, bad place to try to do anything, as it's a pretty good drop even down to the altar platform. The last couple of corridors open up on the other side of the chamber, onto the raised platform that has the stone altar and a big, flat metal hanging cage, rigged with restraints to keep the victim locked in and held upright. The high priest Mola Ram is here, and for each of the sacrifices there's two of the bigger, tougher guards in ritual garb.]

[For the sacrifices, this whole thing starts with them getting let out! Or rather, those bigger, nastier guards are tugging them out, leading them to a side room where they get a chance to bathe and dress - the guards being pretty diligent about that only exit from that room - before hauling them off to the altar, a guard on either side of each person.]

[At this point, the guards will be dragging them to the altar while the high priest is chanting the ritual to Kali; if not stopped somewhere along the way, the guards will manhandle the sacrifices in turn into the cage so the High Priest can pull a wonderful supernatural cheat and pull their hearts out. Bare handed. Yeah, you probably don't want to let it hit that point.]

[The Maharaja's on one of the ledges overlooking with a set of something like voodoo dolls; anyone helping will find themselves with sudden, sharp, likely crippling pains until someone manages to find the kid and snap him out of the trance. If anyone does/has ended up brainwashed, they'll be on the Altar platform helping guard the ritual; a good sharp pain is enough to snap people out of it, like throwing hot coals or a bit of fire at them or, well, drawing blood.]

[And of course, there's a couple other guards at the entrances to the ritual platform, plus most of the Thuggee population of the mine down in the audience area.]

[Have fun, rescuers! :D

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[The mines are weirdly empty! There's still a few guards, but hey, they're spread thin and there's an awful lot of NPC kids they're also watching, nevermind that the areas that'd before been pretty heavily inhabited are pretty much empty... Including the rooms that have the things of anyone kidnapped, and areas with the cages.]

[Oh, just be careful in corridors that're less guarded; they're booby-trapped.]

Anyone trying to go into the alter-area for a rescue attempt will have to face ~~119 pounds of pure man~~ Gokudera. He's dressed in the same ritualistic garb as the guards in the temple, his face is painted, his chest bare aside from some crude ritual necklaces, old scars, and some whip lashings he got from the guards (before they got fed up with him enough to brainwash him).

He simply stands and watches the corridor, hand on the hilt of a scimitar strapped to his belt. His eyes are glazed over but other than that he seems alert and very wary of his surroundings.]

[Well, didn't you pick a beautiful place to enter? The good news is that unless you're short, you can probably see what's going on. The bad news is, that's a lot of unfriendly NPC's who at least have their attention on the Altar.]

[It's a darn shame that the person wandering in through a secret wall in the door is not intent of saving anyone at the moment. In fact, Kanda looks like he's on a darn holiday. He's only wearing his pants, there's a towel draped over his shoulders and a hairbrush in his hand.]

[Moreover, he seems to pay no attention to the chanting, screaming and blood up ahead and just gives the crowd an irritated once-over and a call loud enough to be intended to be heard.]

Oi! Where did the bloody bathroom go?

[He must have took the wrong turn somewhere, but he's not going to admit that.]

[They'd come for Blade right away. Intent on making a strong slave to add to their forces. Too bad they had no idea of the ability he had copied from a certain girl squad member back in his world. Black Attraction was more than a match of primitive brain washing, the ESP virus coursing in his own body ensuring he would not have any psychological control cast over him. Still he couldn't go wild and just put an end to everything. No that would be too easy and thus no fun.]

[So instead he decided to make these morons think they succeeded. Even though that meant making him wear those primitive outfits. Well it's not like he had any problems with showing off his bare, almost olympian chest. Heck that was how his every day outfit was designed really.]

[Then this guy just walks in completely clueless, looking as if he just walked out of a freakin bath. And he thought Teruyama was dense.]

[Regardless several of the other guards were already gathering around the swordsman. Ah this idiot was going to get himself locked up with the rest. He's just going to click his tongue in iritation before marching in to fall in line with the guards.]

[Oh, he wouldn't be half as annoyed if he was walking out of a bath; he's looking for one and it would seem he has gotten lost.]

[He eyes the supposedly intimidating men close in without much interest, though as always, his own guard is up. He's not interested in fighting or whatever voodoo they're doing, so even though he seems to have Mugen, he's not pulling it out.]

[Instead, he points at the nearest guy with the brush as if it was a magnificent weapon and proof of status, and looks at him seriously.]

Simply give me the directions, and I won't have to use my hairbrush.

[....A brush? Really? These guys have SPEARS you know, the pointy things on a stick? The ones that can turn you into a walking pincushion. Cept they won't kill a cockroach level experiment like you but hey the intent is there.]

We'll give you directions alright. Send him to the mines with the rest of them!

[shut up]

[it is a weapon of power]

[There is a very unimpressed and displeased expression at that, because, haha, no.]

Baths make people cleaner. Mines make them dirtier. Are you fucking retarded?

[Swats a spear away with the brush, turns and starts marching back towards the way he came, though keeping a hand on Mugen just in case those guys attempted a sneak attack from behind.]

[Unfortunately, the door seems... gone.]

Fuck.

You really think you can fight all of us?

[Yes the guards are not impressed though the fact that they missed the weapons of one of their guests is quite the pain.]

You. Come forward!

[Oh crap he just pointed at Blade. Great more acting like a mindless puppet.]

Yesss master?

[Okay maybe he is going a little far with that but it doesn't seem like the guards are any the wiser.]

Take that man's sword then take him to the mines. Put him to use.

[Kanda turns back and gives the bunch a sceptical once-over, not looking impressed, either.]

Yes.

[Pause.]

Tch, I guess the odds aren't that fair. Feel free to call for reinforcements.

[He narrows his eyes a little as the one guy gets ordered around, and eyes him. This one feels... different, somehow. Less cannon fodder, if you may. This just might prove to be a bit of a challenge... damn.]

[He gets into a defensive stance, drawing the sword by an inch or so, his back turned to the wall.]

Think you can take Mugen, huh. Try me.

[What does this guy think he is? A freakin samurai or something with that skinny blade? Regardless Blade is torn to say the least. It is such a pain to have to act like a dumb controled puppet. In any other situation he'd rather get within an inch of death than do this kind of thing. He can't resort to his full arsenal if he is to continue the ruse of being controled. But then something tells him this guy isn't exactly going to go down from one hit either. Call it fellow human experiment instinct if you will.]

I only obey the masters.

[Droning on as he steps forward, cracking his neck as he faces Kanda]

Crush the puny man and his toothpick.

[And lunging at Kanda with speed beyond that of a normal human intending to drive his right fist dead center into Kanda's stomach. He'll apologize later....no he won't.]

[Or something. And hey, the blade's less skinny than it used to be at first, now it's almost a normal katana.]

[Yep, Kanda thinks, this one is definitely not someone to go easy on. Still, he is very much offended when dear Mugen is compared to a toothpick. That is not how you make good first impressions, sir.]

[And whoa, the bastard's fast. Kanda throws himself to the side barely in time, good thing he isn't exactly normal either, and attempts a back-handed slash from the other man's behind.]

[Seems his hunch was right on the money. Retrieves his fist from the hole in the wall and rolls out of the way of the slashing attack. This definitely isn't going to be easy. If only these damn guards weren't watching.]

[Still he doesn't have the time to think about something since he's supposed to be fighting this guy. Oh well. Improvisation is something he does best. For now have a chunk of broken wall thrown in your face as a distraction. Pro tip it's not exactly hand sized. Just a 'little' bigger.]

[...Oh you've got to be shitting him.]

Fuck.

[Mugen gleams light blue, there's a zigzag of light, and the handsomely sized piece of rock separates into a number of smaller shards, all of which now conveniently fly past Kanda instead of hitting him as one.]

[He decides to use the chance to counter attack and charges at the guy, this time swinging the blade at him upfront.]

[Oh great he has a freakin laser sword too? What does he think he is some kind of wannabe jedi?]

..ower!

[Barely murmured under his breath before he stomps on the floor hard enough to crack then tilt up a piece of the floor as a makeshift shield between himself and Kanda]

[Kanda gives him a homicidal maniac's grin and cuts through this piece of rock with considerable ease as well. It does mean he wastes a couple more seconds, though.]

[Except Blade is nowhere behind that shield as he jumps on and then kicks off the slab of floor to get behind Kanda all in the span of a few blinks.]

[Oh, well, shit. Stopping would be leaving a major opening, however, so Kanda charges forth into the wall, running up a few steps and kicking off to descend from above like some ridiculous mix of Matrix and unbelievable anime tricks.]

[Okay this guy is starting to get really troublesome.]

Tch.

[He lands into a crouched position and swipes a spear from one of the guards while also butting the blunt end into the guy's chin hard enough to make him see stars.]

[Kanda lands swiftly in a crouch like a kitten, and immediately lunges after the other man. Something's off, though.]

[Isn't that move, like, mutiny or something? He bares his teeth slightly in a grimace of a grin.]

How hard do I have to hit you to end this puppet play?

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{well this he's observant too. He was sure to make that look like an accident. Seemed he fooled the guards but not this guy.]

You haven't hit me once.

[Spins the spear really fast in one hand then transfering to the other with ease.]

[He's not as dumb in fights as he is in just about anything normal.]

Yet.

[He narrows his eyes for a moment at what looks like a bloody windmill, and skids to a stop. Charging into something rotating this fast would end in broken things unless he manages to catch it. Different plan.]

[He whips some Hell Bugs the man's way and jumps onto the nearest rock sticking out of the ground to get a look at the altar area. Maybe there's some magical stone to break or shaman guy to kill, and this madness will end neatly. And he can finally go have a shower and wash his hair.]

[The hell is this guy going to pull next? Fairies out of his armpits? Slashing the bugs whenever he can though some of them dodge his first swipes so he's stalled enough for Kanda to get that time required to scout the place.]

[That would be a rather cool move, but no. He can pull flowers out of his sword, though, in the form of a deathly spinning discs at that. Want to see?]

[There's definitely something going on at the altar, but there's hardly anything screaming 'BREAK ME' like in most comics when big bad goes wild. Maybe it has to do something with each person individually... or there's been some mass hypnosis before. Either way, this seems to be getting them nowhere.]

[Leaving the other man to finish off the remaining bugs, Kanda makes a rather superhuman leap towards the rest of the group of guards who are just standing nearby watching like a bunch of retards after ordering the most troublesome of them to do the dirty work. They don't have any ominous aura about them, more of a fodder aura, so as Kanda manages to land on one of theirs head immediately knocking the guy out, it's pretty damn obvious how this fight is going to go.]

[Even if it's eight against one.]

[Maybe sometime in the future. Near future probably.]

[Right now though Blade made use of the chaos caused by the swordsman and got behind several of the guard ring leaders, grabbing them in a headlock and squeezing hard enough to cut their conciousness completely. Silent and quick. It would soon be an army of guards versus two. Now those were his kind of odds.]

[Maybe.]

[Kanda is a little confused with how things have turned, seeing the big supposedly-brainwashed guy suddenly turn against what was supposed to be his own. He sheaths Mugen, since it doesn't seem like this is serious enough to do killing, and whacks and punches a couple more guards to unconsciousness, with a single-hit at that.]

[However, this is where he draws the line and also reaches out to bonk the scabbard on his suddenly ally's head.]

Which fucking side are you on?

[That hit actually connects and he almost throws one of the guards almost clear out of the spectating area.]

What's the big idea you ponytailed fucker? Can't you tell?!

[Seriously how hard is it to figure out he never obeyed these morons. Speaking of which three of them are rushing at them right now, spears first.]

[Not with how you nearly gave him a run for his money just a moment earlier!]

You threw a fucking boulder at me!

[Fumes a little, then smirks.]

But now I've hit you once.

[Oh, look, guards. Cue dramatic slowmotion, as Kanda moves towards the one farthest on the right, with a split-second accuracy swats the spear upwards and shoves the scabbard into the guard's gut. The poor sod gasps and double overs to the ground.]

[Except, oh, the other two are now behind his back. Whoopsie.]

[And to think that was him using only basic abilities and his natural strengths.]

I was keeping up appearances! Sides you looked like you could handle it.

[Two guards? really that's your idea of a slip up? Here's Blade invoking Kandata String and wrapping the poor sods up nice and tight]

[Those are not basic abilities, shithead, list all the normal people that can break stone with their heel. It's not like Kanda would waste his life force on something that isn't his work or personal affairs, after all.]

Che.

[That sounds rather annoyed, and he's already off to deal with more incoming guards. You seem to handle whoever passes anyway, and it's not like being stabbed from behind would do much damage to him. No reason to try too hard~]

[Although he would like to get to that shower as soon as possible. Maybe he should rethink his choices.]

[You have found one of a number of small natural "balconies" overlooking the room! Congratulations. One of these has the Maharaja. You don't really want to try to jump down, though; even the somewhat closer altar platform is still enough of a fall to end up with a broken leg, and you really DON'T want to end up in that lava.]

[Nasty high priest with powers? Check. Big burly guards and all? check. But hey, if you can take down the high priest, you'll start enough chaos to get out!]

[This particular sacrifice here seems to be completely broken. Mikami accepts the shoving and dragging of the guards without any sort of resistance. He knows it's useless. Teru might be a strong average human but he wasn't a fighter and he would never be able to face NPC guards like this. So why would he struggle at all? This wasn't about saving someone. This was about himself. Just about himself.

Mikami Teru had never been a victim. He'd been a protector, always, always. Fighting for his own sake alone didn't suit him. There was nobody who would fight for Mikami, he'd learned it the hard way. But Teru had never asked for help either for he was not a victim he was a protector.

Mikami knew that he shouldn't give up like this, but he also didn't see any option for himself. He knew he was responsible for all these people, he knew he wanted to keep them save... But looking at it objectively, what could he even do?
It seemed easier to just give in to whatever they would do to him. And even if they killed him, he would come back and function just as usually. So why struggle?

With empty eyes Mikami looked over the scenery. He was ready to accept his fate however it would turn out.]

[Let's skip the recap because wallowing over lonely nights with a lawyer and cigarette-less nightmares turned into daymare reality isn't really something that will aid Badou's last will and testament. Uncharacteristic of the loud, crude, brass, idiotic ginger he is strangely and unnervingly silent, save for soft muttering under his breath as he and his fellow sacrifice are lead to their doom. Even the two burly bearded gentleman thugs saddling up on either side of him just in case the flightly shit tried to make a run for it again were puzzled by his behavior.

His muttering picks up in volume, maybe it's a prayer, maybe he's sending Satan or actual cannibal shia lebouf a signal, maybe- suddenly he drops to the ground, arms around his stomach as if in pain, whimpers for effect, and just as guard number 1 stoops over to get a handle on the situation Badou strikes and drives the heel of his foot with all his might into the guards' kneecap, giving himself at least some surprise and leeway from grabby hands and garbled, pained howling.]

D-DO YOU FUCKERS REALLY THINK YOUR BALLI OR OPRAH OR WHOEVER THE FUCK YOUR GOD IS IS GONNA GIVE YA ALL THEM VIRGINS IN HEAVEN IF HE'S TOO CUNTIN' STINGY TO EVEN GET ME A CIGARETTE BEFORE I DIE? FUCK YOUUUUUUU, THAT STEAM AIN'T ENOUGH SECONDHAND FOR SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT! The silk over my nips was kinda- NO FUCK YOUR SHIT, I AIN'T CONVERTIN' AN YOUR PAMPHLETS WERE SHITTY!

[With that crazed, glazed eye Badou peers at his sacrifice in crime a little ways behind him and grunts] Don't just stand there with your thumb up your ass, ambulance chaser! Let's get the fuck out of dodge.

[As if Mikami hadn't already been convinced his fellow sacrifce was a most unpleasant person...
He watched the attack on the guards pretty apathetically, only waking from his numb mental state as he was directly addressed. Teru didn't really feel like making an effort to get out of this, but at the same time his sanity told him that this vulgar, most likely unrighteous person in front of him was right about this one thing.
In the general confusion he tried to step from the guards holding him, but before he could do so much as get back to a safe area he was already grabbed again. For a regular human like Teru Mikami there wasn't much escape chance here. A prosecutor was useless for battles, as it turned out.]

[For being big ass burly bastards the guards are kinda twinkle toe'd, barreling forward with surprising speed to apprehend the naughty naughty sacrifices; though they would be pretty boned if one of the sacrifices HAPPENED to die during this process, they don't pull any punches as Badou finds out when he's socked right in the face hard enough to set his eyepatch askew, the sting of his new war wound only igniting the panic surging through his veins. He couldn't die here, this wasn't some 'big party' or even going for broke, not like this-
Seeing fellow buddy sacrifices being apprehended with little struggle thankfully channels the panic into contempt and a hearty rant to help set the mood]

YOU'VE GOTTA BE SHITTIN ME! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO KICK HIM IN THE NUTS? YOU BOTH HAVE THE SAME PARTS, MOSTLY, JESUS FUCK- [He weaves around another set of arms but doesn't get to avoid another punch, weaving up and wheezing] MIND OVER MATTER, MAN! PRETEND HE'S THE GUY THAT PUT YOUR WIG IN THE TOILET IN HIGH SCHOOL OR THAT ONE CASE YOU LOST! LAWYER ANGRY! LAWYER SMASH!

[It's apparent that the man is sorta helpless so our friendly neighborhood ginger decides (after minumal sighing, eyerolling, grumbling and scratching his ass) to lend a ha- well, his whole body, and full body tackles the touchy feely guard at Mikami's side] LOOK INTO SOME SELF DEFENSE CLASSES THAT WAY YOUR PURSE WON'T BE IN DANGER AGAIN!

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[Event Post - THE SACRIFICE!]

[MINES, QUARTERS, AND CORRIDORS]

[Corridor leading to the alter]

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[OVERLOOKS]

[ALTAR AND RITUAL]

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