A Snowed In Hunt

[Enrique]

There were always strange happenings in the underground tunnels. They had begun to diminish after Nox had cleared them out - apparently with the Ascendancy. How odd that Nox had some sort of relationship with the most powerful man on earth. It had also displaced a lot of people. Most of them were holed up at a church of some sort - led by a self proclaimed “Angel of the Undercity.”

But with the threats being diminished, that meant the rumors of weirdness had more credibility. There were a couple of rumors that grabbed Ricky’s attention. A old woman needing help and who went with her didn’t come back. Another woman who seemed possessed. So it could be multiple things. A harpy was most likely for the first. The second could be a wefuke or a ijiraq. Still both were worth investigating further. He hoped for the harpy. He could kill that without killing a person too.  

So Ricky packed up his pistols and loaded a backpack with extra ammo, rations, and a change of clothing. Carrying a damn near corpse like Nox on his back had made the change of clothing a standard in his go bag now. He also carried several fully charged power packs. He had told Hayden he had been an Eagle Scout. That hadn’t been a lie. He was always ready. On top of that, he was glad he had made friends with Nox. The mapping of the tunnels came in handy. 

Ricky had no magic so he had to use mundane things to see in the darkness he had a light clipped to his coat that allowed him to keep his hands free in case he had to pull out his fire arms. A noise in a side tunnel caught his attention. It could be anything - a person, a creature, a cat, or any thing else. But he was searching for a monster. He moved down the side tunnel to see what was there. Perhaps his quarry was in this direction.

[Sasha]

The snow was getting bad and he was a bit away from the church. He could have found another place, but the tunnels were warm. And it would allow him to keep heading to the church. Though it was not an easy way to sell on his way in the tunnels, especially now they weren't many refugees down here -- they were all in the church now.

But the tunnels were much warmer than outside.

They were dark but it was easy enough to get around. He knew the way. He'd been down here enough times. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness. But it was still hard to see everything, he kicked a bottle and it tinkled down the tunnel floor. He could use the power and have a flame out but why, it killed his dark vision.

A light flickered in front of him, someone was coming. Sasha pushed against and hoped they'd walk on by -- he didn't know who it was -- it wasn't some monster they didn't have lights.