Wii Venture

Union

Milo bought up his hand to Austin and Eteled, pointing his index and pinkie fingers to either one of them. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he goes deep into thought. He opens his mouth again and starts to speak. "Okay, so if you see a castle that—" he peered behind his shoulder, reminding the way the lava spurted and streamed down. The heat and sweat, "—is heavily populated with high-class demons...get out of there, immediately." Their hand moved and clutched his chest looking towards Eteled and Austin, Eteled returning with a little cut over the left of his chin, fortunately not deep enough to cause immense pain, nor anything that would permanently scar.

"No kidding." Austin hissed, voice drowning in sarcasm. "This place is a literal hell, I can barely breathe—" Austin covered his mouth with his low poly hand, releasing a long awaited, chesty cough. "I think this is the first this he and I can agree on." His eyes drooped, motioning toward Eteled standing inches and feet under him.

"Hey! You-" Eteled's voice trails off, "—you're right actually, that is the first thing we can agree on."

"This is the second." Austin took in a strong inhale, and that was his first mistake. He started to choke on the smog filling the air. "CRAP."

"Don't die." Milo had a smug grin, one eyebrow raised. The eyes of Austin pierced through Milo's soul, as if Austin would snap his neck, or something related to the morbid activity of doing so if he didn't somehow help him. "Okay! I'll get help!" he darted off to someone, despite everyone here being a demon and likely not any people to help a person, or mii, choking and possibly dying. And about thirty seconds later of chaotic panicking, something abnormal happens, something that was likely to be a shield of sorts prevented the particles from entering his system.

"That's weird." The three said in unison as they grouped up into the centre of the alleyway. Milo paced around, attempting to find out a reasonable explanation for why the hell there's or how there's something that helped Austin – helped him to continue breathing. But considering that this is a literal hell, or something of the sorts, there would be no 'reasonable' exclamation to point to, just ideas of fantasy, ideas that you'd find in books such as Harry Potter or The Chronicles Of Narnia. The three only thought this as some kind of dream, a fairytale, but taking the fact that they're mii's which would be unrealistic to the normal eye? This wasn't too much of anything out of the ordinary.

A familiar figure was wondering towards them, Milo balled up his already spherical hand into some sort of fist, bit his lip, so hard it even drawn out some red stains, not exactly blood though, no. The other two's brows rose simultaneously wondering what was making Milo so emotionally distressed? Milo didn't seem this worried when he was tied up to a bed with wires – he didn't even seem unnerved, so what of this situation completely change his demeanour? Was it a dire situation, or maybe a horrible memory concerning the figure? "Methinks this is a thing to worry about, Henry." Austin muttered, leaning down god knows how many feet down.

"Eteled, Eteled I repeat, not Henry."

"Hmm...no."

"Ugh, but anyways I agree, don't you think this is a bit weird of him? I mean— yeah, we don't know much about him, but he seemed so...fearless back in the hallway. What now causes him to act like..." Eteled looked to the side, his eyes became an almost goofy half semi-circle, "well, act like he has his pants on fire?"

"Three..."

"Pants-?" Milo turned slightly red. "How did you-?" Milo's eyes shot wide open. "Ohh, you mean bottoms...not...ahh, I see now." Milo's face cools down, though still embarrassed from his misunderstanding. Milo shoved his head in his hands and steadily shook his head with a sigh that almost into a groan, under his breath he repeated something- almost like a chant, "idiot, idiot, idiot..."