Snippet #2482313

June 21--10:52 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire

"I don't think I've got any time left," Thomas muttered, glancing between the goblin and the mutated titans. He could barely keep up with them, even though he was taking every shortcut he could across the skyline of Kergstien. It was evident he'd need to get the goblin out of there as quickly as possible.

With a few motions of his hands, Thomas sent his puppets towards the goblin, praying they wouldn't suddenly break into pieces. Just as one of the monsters made a strike, the puppeteer barely managed to use his minions to carry the goblin out of the way and up to the rooftops. Thomas was about to breath a sigh of relief, when he realized that indeed one of the arms of the dolls was breaking.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" he hissed, frantically trying to make his puppets get a better grip on the goblin while bringing them closer. At the same time, the cultists noticed his actions and lunged for the puppets in midair. Horrified and out of ideas, Thomas could only watch with wide eyes and a held breath...

Perhaps he wouldn't have panicked so much if he had remembered the goblin used grappling hooks earlier to elude the titans.

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When the man in the black suit jumped off the carrier, Michael looked back in confusion and shock. "Wait, what are you--?!" he demanded, hand reaching for the brake.

It wasn't long, however, before the man began to sweep their nightmarish pursuers with powerful water magic, and Michael could only watch with a dumbstruck expression. This was just getting stranger and stranger...but honestly, with the dome of water flowing around their group, that man had most of his bases covered.

Or, he would be, if he didn't look like he was going to collapse...which was probably why the robot rushed in and started carrying him, catching up to Michael quickly. The pink-haired boy smiled and nodded to them, glad they had managed to catch up. Then he turned around, and got treated to something rather embarrassing and gross.

A manhole had been uncovered, and Michael had not been paying attention at all. He and the bicycle dropped into the manhole, the pink-haired boy screaming at the top of his lungs as he did so. There was a splash, and Michael found himself in some foul-smelling water. "Ugh," he muttered, standing up and feeling incredibly foolish, not to mention disgusted by his predicament.

Up above, the cultists' feet scraped against the roads with sharp noises. Hopefully, the robot and the man with the guns had gotten away; as was, though, Michael couldn't get back to the surface with the monsters there. At least they weren't descending into the manhole. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of having wet and dirty clothes, Michael began to walk through the sewers, hoping he'd get lucky and go in the right direction. "Honestly, it's a labyrinth down here, for God's sake..."