The Chained Watcher

The Portal Room

Donning his hat again, Scar looks at the rest of the group, asking "May I know who it is I have the pleasure of addressing this fine day?"

Iskall steps forward, being the first to respond to the showman's question.  "Well, I'm Iskall, he's Mumbo" he says, pointing at Mumbo "And that one is Grian" he finishes, jerking his thumb in the direction of the... where is he going now?

The not-a-Watcher was once again strolling casually down the tunnel, though he paused at the corner to look back and ask, "You coming?"

The rest of the group scrambles to catch back up, Scar following behind after a moment once he realizes, he can't get any more lost than he already is, and company is better than no company.

Mumbo walks closely behind the Watcher, noticing how he's walking much more casually than he had been when they first left the room he was bound in.  His wings swayed loosely behind him, instead of being held at what was probably considered "proper" angles, though it was worth noting that they never touched the walls or the floor.  He was speaking more, though that wasn't hard to accomplish given that the baseline was not-at-all.  Perhaps the least noticeable yet most noteworthy change was his eyes, color not-withstanding.  Where they once held the apathy of immortality, they now showed the laughter of a child hanging out with a good friend.

Small Time Skip

The sounds of fighting could be heard ahead, putting most of the group on guard.  By now, they had picked up several more stray escapees, going by the names Ren, Bdubs, and Tango.  Ren had obvious signs of experimentation, what with having a dog's ears and tail, and Bdubs claimed the Watchers "took away his tallness" when asked.  Tango has a minor form of pyrokinesis, which has the much bemoaned side effect of changing his eye color to a fiery red when in use.

Rounding the corner, the muffled roar of the melee immediately rose to a not-so-dull roar like a solid wall of noise.  There seemed to be multiple groups fighting, but only two true sides presented themselves.  Defending the entrance to a room that actually had a label on the archway of a door for once, were a veritable wall of brainwashed hybrids, with their masks and collars easily creating a distinction between the sides.  On this side of the door, there's a mob of gladiator escapees trying to push the other side back enough to get into the room. 

Focusing on the sign above the door, the annoyingly familiar yet difficult to translate script of Galactic greeted him, along with an image of a portal.  This was the portal room.  This was their way out.  And there were way too many fighters on the defender's side right now to push through as the situation stands. 

Looking more closely, most of the gladiators had only training weapons, though some had managed to rob their opponent of their weapon and take it for themselves.  Surprisingly enough, apart from the mindless defenders, there weren't any signs of Watcher reinforcements.

Mumbo glanced at Grian, wanting to ask if he knew but not wanting to give away that Grian might know more than an escapee should.

As if reading his mind, Grian hummed quietly, "When making a house of cards, should one of the foundational supports go missing, a substitute must be found swiftly, lest the entire thing collapse."  Oh.  Oh.  The Watchers genuinely built their entire fortress to run off of their own magic?  No back-up power or anything?  The lights were still on so they must have some kind of failsafe in place.  Were they all frantically trying to shove their own magic into the system right now?  Or, were they finding a... substitute, for until they found their previous power source? 

The lights on the wall dimmed and flickered ominously, and the defending side appeared to all have a moment of simultaneous mental buffering before returning to fighting.  A moment was all that was needed.  Two gladiators, one wearing a green hoodie, the other a red cloak, spearheaded the assault while the defenders were staggering from the power flicker. 

They broke through, knocking down enough defenders for those behind them to trample through like a stampede as a roaring cheer went up from the crowd.  Acquaintances began finding each other and grouping up to make sure that, wherever they're headed, they won't be alone.