[MISSION] RECOVER THE LOST WORLD! [MIKHAIL/EMILIO] [C]

He wasn't fast enough. Not by a long shot. He'd been meaning to recover. That was why he'd knocked Mikhail down. He was hoping that there would be a lull in the terrible feelings and that Emilio would get a chance to get away. But it was futile. His feelings of hate grew even stronger and the moment he stood up he couldn't move. It was his heart. It was in so much pain he could hardly bare it. Stop! Stop it! Stop! 

Almost as in response, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He was in so much shock already that he didn't register why until he was turned around. His eyes widened as he stood completely defenseless against the sudden fist being thrown into his face. THWAT! Went the sound as bone hard knuckles rammed into his jaw. He stumbled back a couple steps and then let go. He dropped back onto the ground his hands hovering over his face in complete shock. 

Mikhail had punched him. In that moment all emotion vanished. Releasing the sudden tears that he'd probably been holding back. What? Tears? Why? Terrified, Emilio looked up at Mikhail in shock. The tears falling uncontrollably. They didn't belong to him, he realized. These tears belonged to Mikhail. They were his tears. 

And then. Words that he may never say again slipped from his tongue and he nearly kicked himself in the rear afterwards. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. Not because of the punch. Not because of pain he'd suffered through only moments ago. But because of the words he'd said. Everything. Everything.

"What's wrong with you?" Emilio stared up at Mikhail. There wasn't really anything else he could think to do. There was no way he could tell Mikhail about his empathy powers. He'd never told anyone about that. Not even Rose. Nagi didn't know either. He'd kept it a secret all these years and he would continue to do so. If people found out about his power they would shun him. He would be cast out, ignored. All for the sake of keeping their secrets and emotions safe. But then, there was no explanation for the tears that now slid down his cheeks. There really was nothing he could say. 

But Mikhail never expected an answer, and instead moved back behind his mask. Not that it mattered. The mask was in pieces. There would be no putting it back together. Not now. It was utterly shattered.

"Come on. We have job to do. Get on your feet." 

He was right of course. They were in the middle of a mission and all they had done was fall, argue, and waste time. He imagined that the rest of the mission would be immeasurably tense. 

As Mikhail spun around and began walking away down the tunnel Emilio forced himself to stand up, slowly. His jaw. It hurt like hell. The last time he felt this much pain was when his parents never returned. Sadly, he still didn't know what happened to them, but he'd been thinking about it long enough to have theories. The pain that Mikhail had thrusted upon him? That was the pain of loss. Emilio knew this pain. Knew it full heartedly. But experiencing it in an intense session like that on top of his own pain... He hoped he would never feel that helpless again. 

Standing up he leaned against the wall for a few seconds wiping the tears away from his eyes and face and watching as Mikhail walked away from him. He needed to get ahold of himself. This was not the time to take the Mega-elixir. But he did have to take something, or he might be semi-useless in a fight. Finally pulling out one of his regular potions he uncorked it and downed it in seconds. Then he tossed it back in the pouch and made his way after Mikhail, deeper into the tunnel. 

There was silence between the two. Complete. Utter. Silence.

Che dothras che drivos

The tunnel grew wider up ahead, forming a bit of a bubble around a large iron door. It looks rather ominous, and is completely devoid of rust for some reason. In fact, it shines a little in the dim torchlight. There was a piece of paper stuck to it with some sort of glue. Or was it wax? On the ground in front of the door is something tied up in a an old cloth.. Actually that cloth could've been a shirt at some point. Whatever is inside the package is oddly shaped.

The little bubble area around the door is completely paved with bricks. The floor and the walls both. It seems older than the door itself. In fact, upon closer inspection the door looks as though it was recently put in. Over an old archway of some sort. An old skull peeks out on the very top of the old arch. Even though it is old and dusty, fresh black ooze seems to be pouring out of the eye sockets and running around the perimeter of the doorway. It's odorless, and doesn't seem to be oil. In fact it seems as though the ooze itself is alive. It recedes away if you try to touch it.

The note says in rather quick chicken scratch.

"AIM FOR THE THROAT WHEN IT BLINKS."

There's also an error pointing down to the little package in front of the door. Next to the arrow is a little red cross. Like you would see on a first aid kit. Will you see what could be inside?

ALL THOSE MOMENTS

will be lost in time

like tears in rain

Raising an eyebrow, Emilio stepped back in response to Mikhail's request. When the package was opened to reveal a first aid kit more or less, Lio shifted uncomfortably. Oh thanks random person, Whoever the fossil you are. Hiding in the corners and the darkness with all your creepy self. He thought bitterly. Interestingly enough he didn't even need any of it right now. Although an ether would have been nice. Would have given him some of his strength back. 

Ignoring the contents of the satchel Emilio turned away from the door and listened to the sound of little hooves echoing throughout the caves. He growled. Those things were very irritating. He was ready to go now. 

Whatever was behind that door would probably be worlds cooler then those things. Those cruel annoying, irritating, little beasts. He moved back over to the door and then hovered his hand over the handle. Nope. He couldn't do it. 

Pulling away he sent a sidelong glance at Mikhail. Emilio was all about taking action and being a leader. But right now... Perhaps he should let his rival take the honors? Nope. 

Without thinking anymore he wrapped his hand around the door handle and turned it, allowing the door to be opened just a crack. But he didn't look inside, and forced himself not to look at Mikhail. Right now they were rivals. He couldn't just say something to him and then move on. Especially about how nervous he was to go in the room, because as it stood right then, they were going in as individuals and not as a team.

Che dothras che drivos

the room is rather dark, large and circular. There's the door you came in and one straight across. The floor is rough stone, There are four small torches lining the walls. They are the only light source in here. The ceiling is so far up you can't even see it in the dark. It's cold, and was that, a breeze?

There is a few drops on the floor, fresh. They're gathered near the center of the room, and leading out the other door. In fact there's a bloody handprint on that door valve.

There is a clicking sound, loud and quick from the back of something's throat. As well as crackling noises. Like the sound of someone stretching and popping their neck, back, knuckles ext.

You can't see it. It's all coming from above though. Somewhere in that darkness...

The only other visible thing is a weird one. It looks like a porcelain doll. It's laying off to the side, its dress tattered and its snow white face is cracked. The eyes have turned red with age.

The sounds happen again, this time they seem a bit closer. There's also a bit of heavy breathing. Maybe a groan from the bricks it's gripping onto up there.

She has come down far enough that if you look up you'll see her. In fact, she'll "eye contact" with you and let out a loud guttural roar. Oh and the jaw pops out of place when it does.

She's tall, at least 10 feet. Black goop pulses around every joint, every crac. As well as it's empty eyes sockets, creating new goopy ones. It is literally a giant doll. A giant horrific ball-jointed heartless doll. There's a hole in its throat. But the black goop running from her eyes hides whatever is behind it.

As soon as either of them makes a move she'll launch down into the middle of the room. The heartless emblem is located in the middle of her chest, and glints  in  the light. So at least you know it's not a person.
Oh it also doesn't stand up straight no. She's on  her hands and feet, joints twisted as though it's crab walking. Only, well its torso is facing down.