Horror-themed Doormat

【🎭】— IT seemed that Yorna could tell exactly what Gangle had approached them about. Zooble was still reeling from the information, but she had enough faith in the zolo-block toy that they wouldn't do anything desperate. Yorna, on the other hand...

———-> WELL, they had made jokes about doing stuff like that before. Off-handedly, but it still worried her.

———-> THE masked ribbon wasn't sure how she felt about the true nature of their existence as well. It was a shock, certainly, but, the more she thought on it, the more she realized that, maybe, she had sort of known or at least considered it for a while.

———-> GANGLE had tried to take her life before coming here. She had waited at the street for a large 18-wheeler to come by, and threw herself at it. While she had been injured badly, she still survived. She remembered the driver getting out of the truck and rushing over to her, but she had been so ashamed of her attempt failing, the adrenaline managed to get her up and away from the scene, insisting she was fine.

———-> SHE regretted that, not failing the attempt, but trying in the first place. But she was pretty sure she had internal bleeding, she was certain that her insurance working in fast food wouldn't cover most of the costs, and she was sure that her awkwardly entering the office building pretending she had somewhere to be was the last thing she probably did as a human.

———-> WHAT if the real her just curled up and died in that abandoned C&A building? What if she was all that was left? Just some caricature of a sad, depressed woman that felt like she couldn't live on like she was anymore?

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ They continued staring down at the void as their feet dangled over the edge, lost in thought, debating their answer. Would it matter if they helped at all? What was the point in fixing anything when so much was broken; not just the circus, but... *everything*.

The faceless avatar finally looked over their shoulder to the one with the mask. It was ironic, seeing the two of them like this. The one who usually put on a stoic façade was clearly breaking down, and the one who usually cried under stress was putting on a brave face despite it all. When did this happen? When did this timid girl learn to keep the tears at bay without her comedy mask?

"What?!" Valentino whipped around toward the stammering voice. In his hands was another drawer, ripped clean out of its housing. He brought it down with enough force that it slammed into the floor and shattered on impact, wood splintering outward across the already ruined penthouse.

"Yeah, I can't find the adapter for my drawing pencil." His voice climbed, frustration snapping at the edges. "You know the itty bitty little blue thing so I can charge my pencil on my phone charger?! Gone!" He threw a hand out toward the mess around him as if the answer might be hiding somewhere in the chaos. "Can't fucking find it!"

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yu-nae had spent almost fifteen years now working at Voxtek, fifteen years was a long enough time to learn how to mask ones facial expressions to not show disdain or annoyance or any negative emotion whatsoever when in the presence of one of the three overlords that ran the place. If they didn't have such an unorthodox skill, they'd be giving Valentino one of the biggest side-eyes they could muster.

Instead, they clasped their hands together, calmly, reassuring, and spoke gently.

"Perhaps if we can't find it I can have a new one express delivered here, sir?" They asked. "Or, if it's irreplacable, perhaps we can retrace your steps? Where do you last remember seeing it, and then we can go from there."

Pomni's head turned to the left cave Yorna pointed at and she swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah, I think it's a pretty good choice." She said, trying to hide her nervousness as she marched down that chosen path.

There was some dangerous darkness inside and the jester stopped, remembering the weight she had on her shoulders while she glanced back at the backpack, then at her companion.

"H-hey, can you check if I have a flashlight or something?"

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ The doll crouched a bit to reach the jester's height from behind, unfastening her backpack to fetch the torch.

"Yeah, you've still got one. I managed to salvage mine from our fall, too, so that's a plus," they said, reaching over to hand her the tool, before standing up and grabbing their own to shine.

Another low rumbling was heard again, the reverb from the dark caves making it hard to determine what kind of creature the sound was supposed to have come from... but it certainly sounded like some kind of predator.

"I still have a knife and pickaxe," Yorna said, patting the aforementioned knife holstered at their hip, trying to sound reassuring.

Their light stopped at a heap of what looked like bones, but the rendering was so bad and the lighting too dark that it could easily be just be weird long rocks. At least, until the very distinctive shape of human skulls were shown.

"Fuck!"

One of the couches had been flipped completely onto its back, cushions ripped free and thrown across the room. The television lay face-down on the floor, its screen spiderwebbed with cracks. Drawers had been yanked from dressers and cabinets so forcefully that several had splintered apart, their contents dumped into chaotic piles across the marble floor. Designer clothes, paperwork, jewelry, half-empty bottles, expensive electronics, all of it had been discarded without so much as a second glance.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Why did Vox send them in instead of coming himself? Vox had cameras all over Valentino's living quarters, so when he was in the middle of something while his lover wrecked his living space, they were sent in his stead.

Just do whatever to make him calm down and keep him from wrecking his shit. Something told them anything they could do would just make Valentino angrier.

“…Uuughhhhh I wanna shed all this FUCKING fur off!” Came a loud annoyed and muffled whine.

Jax shoves her face into the tile floor. Perhaps ‘hoping’ to absorb in some of the coolness from the stone.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "Shit dude you serious?" They were originally going to suggest to just go for a swim in the lake, but *shaving* Jax sounded much funnier.

She’s feeling grumpy today..

【🤖】— EGGMAN was mildly disappointed by his assistant's lack of pushback at his insult, Yu-nae wasn't as much of a verbal challenge anymore like they used to be. Ah well.

———-> ❝WE will be looking for something here, something that supposedly once belonged to the Ancients, deep within the ice.❞ He answered. To show them, he clicked a few buttons on his console, pulling up an image ofa few ancient clay tablets with an image of some kind of blob-like figure, the texts in stone next to the image in a language that Yu-nae would not be able to understand.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yu-nae tilted her head slightly as Eggman gave his explanation and showed them the ancient texts.

Oh boy, this had bad idea written all over it. Eggman had tried controlling ancient primordial beings before and it always backfired and Sonic had to step in and save the day. This was just going to be another mishap.

"How are you going to control it?" They asked neutrally, knowing better than to voice their thoughts out loud. "And why did they bury it in Antarctica of all places?"

"Oh...um sorry..."

Gang...no...that isn't her name! But, since she couldn't remember it what else could she do? Maybe, she should still do the mime thing. I mean, it fit how she looked if this was like a real circus somehow. She needed to be part of the act right? Honestly, she preferred this because talking to strangers was hard for her. Or no...maybe just writing stuff down was easier? Caine had given her a notebook on her request so she shyly started writing something down though clearly struggling since she didn't have normal hands anymore. She couldn't take talking since she knew she would say the wrong thing and start panicking again. This was a compromise to still seem normal she supposed? I mean, she was new they wouldn't get mad right? RIght? It was ok right?

I am happy to meet you.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yorna tilted their head slightly as the masked ribbon girl began writing. Was she selectively mute as well? They blankly stared at the sheet of paper presented to them, before responding.

"You can call me Yorna, and nothing else." Maybe that was a bit odd of a response, but Gangle would probably find put eventually that their name was hilariously 'Your Name'.

Alastor's eyes narrowed once again when Yu-nae politely refused to answer his question, as his mind whirled behind his ever-present, unreadable smile. Whether the sinner realised it or not, with their refusal they had offered him a good amount of information. Nothing definitive, of course, but he knew enough about deals and, especially, he knew Vox well enough to be able to take draw a few conclusions.

First of all, it was fair to assume that the deal hadn't been a willing choice on the assistant's part...as willing as one could be when selling their immortal soul to someone else to begin with. Even sinners whose tongue was bound by said contract always managed to hint at the reasons and terms behind it and, when they didn't, it usually meant that they were hiding it for some reason.

At the same time, if the other's silence was truly by Vox's command, that had to mean that his rival wished to happen whatever events had lead him to own this particular soul. Considering how fond the Media Overlord was of shoving his achievements, no matter how puny or uninteresting, in everyone's face, that made Alastor inclined to think that the circumstances must have been embarrassing for his rival, in some way.

A low hum was broadcast around him as he took another sip of his coffee. Curiouser and curiouser. Perhaps, he would have tried to get the story out of the TV demon himself, one of these days. He didn't doubt that there would have been plenty of chances.

"Ha, I see. What a shame, I bet that it would have been a delightful tale to hear!" He commented with a little shrug, tugging at the wires wrapped around his torso with his free hand. "But contracts have rules and one has to abide by them until they find the loophole that can win them their freedom back."

Spoken in a different tone, the words might have sounded like a challenge or a suggestion, but the completely casualness in the Radio Demon's voice made it impossible to tell whether or not he was trying to offer a push in such a direction.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ I bet that it would have been a delightful tale to hear! "No, it... really isn't." Yunae's response was soft and tried to keep an air of professional politeness to it, but there was a flatness to it that veiled that they felt slighted by the comment.

Their contract, and their untimely demise, was absolutely not a delightful tale in the slightest. Well, to them, perhaps-- to someone like Alastor, who probably relished in other's misery? It was probably primetime entertainment to him. The betrayal of a lover, getting sacrificed on an alter in an attempt to summon Lucifer only to get *Vox* for whatever incorrect ingredient they tossed into the sacrifice, and surviving the sacrifice and turning it around on their lover and his cult members... That did sound like a great story. A great story they'd keep to themself.

"Ah, well," they moved on. "I'm his secretary, mostly. I organize his schedule, take his calls when he's busy, make his appointments, make appointments for others to see him, so on and so forth."

No, they wouldn't inform him on their powers of blood manipulation; that wasn't for him to know. Vox didn't give them any such limitation, but even Yunae themself kept their full potential, as much as they could, a secret from anyone who wasn't Vox. Not unless Alastor somehow managed to find a way to push that envelope.

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𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊; 𝖚𝖓·​𝖋𝖔𝖗·​𝖙𝖚·​𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 ˌə𝖓-ˈ𝖋ȯ𝖗𝖈𝖍-𝖓ə𝖙, -- 𝕬. 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊 : 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖋𝖚𝖑, 𝖚𝖓𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞. 𝕭. 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖊.

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If he's impressed by the fact Zooble managed to successfully handle their end of the plan, he doesn't show it. Namely, because he doesn't have the time to. Instead, he follows the directions given to a T, skulking through the fake bank and past the NPC's until they reach the doors, and his ears perk up the second the word BLAST! Is mentioned. "Finally! It’s about time we bring in the big guns,” He mutters, rolling his eyes and pulling out the bag with all of the explosives so he can root around in it. A flick of his eyes upwards, grin returning the form of a small yellow line of his teeth. “— AND the explosives.” A quick pat of one of his biceps to let her know he wasn’t talking about them the first time.

Jax's grin sharpens as he rifles through what he has left, growing more and more excited at the idea of what's about to happen. Little does his partner know, he's been casually tossing a few things here or there while they made their way through the bank, in the hopes that when one explosion happens, the rest will go off creating absolute CHAOS.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Fortunately for Jax, Yorna did not have the eyes to roll them, so they opted in for subtly rolling their head slightly in response. They made no comment on his noodley arms and what constituted for guns.

"Watch my back, I'll plant the C-4 on," they told him, getting to work without another moment's hesitation.

The bombs were white squares with black tape wrapped around, stuck onto the square was a small number pad and an even smaller analog screen to display time. They stuck the tape onto the hinges of the large safe door, punched in the time, and then repeated this action four times for each corner of the safe. The doll stepped back, and motioned for Jax to take cover with them behind one of the six Roman pillars supporting the room.

In reality, this would not be a good idea-- physics would dictate that the giant titanium wall safe was a load-bearing structure within the room and the roof would collapse as soon as the door fell off. However, this was a video game, not real life, so Yorna hoped Caine didn't take real life physics into account-- he rarely ever did.

The explosion felt like a three-second earthquake and sounded like a jet engine taking off. The blank doll covered the sides of their head where non-existent ears would be. The alarms began to blare and the room slowly blinked red as the dust settled.

"You two have three minutes to gather as much $#!t as you can and get out of there before the SWAT team arrives. Gangle and Ragatha'll meet you in the getaway vehicle down the block!" Zooble's voice crackled in over their communicators. "Wait-- what the hell!?" Their radio cuts out to nothing but static as the explosives that Jax placed around the bank also blew up, with them caught in the crossfire. "What the hell did you two idiots do!?"

"So, we basically have an on-demand fairground and you never capitalized on it?" Jax questioned, even as her focus flicked to the Ferris Wheel as Yorna looked towards it.

Reflexively, she's casually sliding into the path to block their sight of the indistinct bobblehead, wrapping an arm around their shoulders to guide them along toward the nonexistent line for the roller coaster. The last thing Jax wanted was to proc some annoying pop-up that dragged the two back to the Tent already.

As the NPC tried to direct them on, Jax nonchalantly grasped the top of their head to spin them around so they talked to the wall instead while the two climbed into ride.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "What's the point, we go through more thrilling stuff on Caine's adventures anway," Yorna asked rhetorically. They felt that the point of amusement park rides like roller coasters and strapped-in dropfalls was to be exciting, but being what felt like much more real danger like being chased by headless zombies or eaten alive by dinosaurs kind of desensitised them to any excitement they could get out of a roller coaster.

That being said, they still didn't like the sensation of falling. They climbed into the roller coaster with Jax.

"Excuse you, I do so happen to have fun when you're not looking." Yorna said. "In fact, if you're nice enough to me, I might show you what I get up to around here when Caine's not looking."

The roller coaster didn't have the typical metal bar harnesses to lock the rider in, instead, it simply had a seatbelt. Maybe Caine didn't have proper data on safety and regulations for carnival rides. They strapped themself in.