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This was all going terribly.
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You had better believe he missed again.
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He fired, he missed. He missed again. He missed both times. His hands and arms possessed a quiver born of fear. The perverse roar of the creature he fought instilled something greatly traumatizing. It made him not want to shoot what was in front of him and that fact alone distrubed him enough.
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Though, hardly did it compare to a fright so grand, it drew hallucinations all around him. Grotesque, undead, hobbling corpses with spiders scambling about their surface, crawling out of empty eye sockets, around ears and into the bedimmed caverns leading within.
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“...Ew…” That was all Ret had to say before he turned a fully-automatic machine gun onto the lot of them. He forged new holes in all of them. Some in their bellies, some in their heads, some in their chests and even their hands, if not blown clean off, possessed appearance akin to swiss cheese more than anything else.
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And then all the little children he shot fell to the ground, whimpering, most motionless and bleeding collectively into a pool of blood grand and stinking of a familiar metal scent.
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The shaking his arms were doing intensified. His clutch of the weapon grew slack and it fell to the ground with a dull clank. The fear of God stretched Ret’s eyes wide and he wordlessly shook his head. He mouthed something, but no sound escaped him. A hushed, “no…” and then many more in rapid succession followed as he grabbed the sides of his head and screamed in completely and utter horror before collapsing to his knees and falling unconscious.
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The delirium overwhelmed him as well as the unseen blows of the actual creatures summoned at the time. There he lay, cold and unfeeling, awake but not; but then a warmth entered him. His eyes were able to open, ajar, and move to place a familiar face in his line of sight.
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“...If you keep that up, I’ll end up fallin’ for ya.”
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It was Berry. Her tears were the first things Ret noticed and upon seeing them, felt obligated to lighten the mood. This was despite the trauma he just suffered. It lingered powerfully within the back of his mind, but a pained smile surfaced anyway.
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“Thanks, Berry. Figured I’d be protecting you.”
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Ret righted himself, pushed himself back atop a shaky pair of feet and looked towards the creature with a persistent unsureness. “Maybe I’ll do a more old-school approach,” he said in an attempt to console himself as he allowed the past weapon to vanish and a compound bow to appear within his left hand’s clutch in its wake. A strange arrow appeared within the other hand. He pivoted to his side faced the beast. Facing somewhat away did his nerves a great favour and lent to proper form. Drawing the bowstring back with the arrow, he let lose towards the beast’s chest and awaited an explosion to erupt forth upon impact.

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Summed up: Traumatized. Got beat up while hallucinating. Got healed by Barry. Stood back up and tried to attack with a compound bow.
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Note: Feared, so disadvantage, but the boss is blinded, so advantage. Both cancel each other out, so it’s just a straight roll. Also, I got word Kaida's being skipped. So I'm up!

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“No problem!” He gave her a mighty thumbs up. Ret's mood found greater elevation when she prompted an endless line of thoughts relevant to bigger weaponry he could bring out. Gratitude manifested upon Ret as the revival of his characteristic, perpetual smile. He believed the day was going to be a good one filled with outcomes he could only predict to be satisfying.

So, he hopped into the passenger's seat. It was done with a playful bounce and his eyes locked onto her own. “Hey, we ready to go?” he asked. Interestingly, it did not appear that anything had changed. He was wearing the same attire as before and did not appear to have anything extra with him.

“Oh!” He held out his hands and a curious device appeared between them. In a few words, it was a “military-grade” boombox of some kind. He moved his hand over its top, over the circular, glossy surface of some portion of the device. It turned on, obvious since as soon as it did, music started being produced.

In recent days, Ret made a valiant effort to stop grinning so much. However, with the task laid out before them and his fellow guild mate telling him he could just let himself go and that really was the point of the mission, all he could do was grin ear to ear.

“Please? Please!” he contested. “I don't need convincing at all to do something like this!” He was clearly all too excited.

“Alright, so which one should I go with? A semi? Rifle? Handgun? TWO hand guns?!” He was getting ahead of himself. In fact, he said just that. “I'm getting ahead of myself. Where are these dudes now, anyway? Close by?”

For a moment, he thought he should not go in guns blazing – but that's exactly what he wanted to do. First, he wanted to entertain the idea of approaching the task cleverly.

"Ah! How cool! Nice meeting you there, Justice. I'm Reticulum. Weird name, eh?" He chuckled after his attempt at jest. Mediocre as usual, the utterance did not stop him from continuing on like his conversations were natural. "I'm a constellation. I'm the celestial spirit you call when you want something shot up." He rubbed beneath his nose with an index finger to display his childly pride.

"To the doc's office? I dunno if I even know where that is," he said while thinking the matter over. "I guess that's a good thing to know, yeah? So, sure! I'll tag along and see what they have. Speedy recovers are pretty much necessary in this line of work."

All eyes were on Justice. Ret waited for her to lead the way. His ignorance in regards to the guild overall was still quite apparent. How he spoke, there was a distance between it and himself.

“Yeap. Imagine it would sound pretty weird, yeah. Not so much for me since pretty much the last time I was down here, it was during those times, y' know?” The final portion of that sentence was certainly rhetorical. Rex likely was not able to related – at least, not that part of him. It was more a matter of speech than anything.

“Great! I'll check and see what needs to be done. It looks like the guild has some big plans underway.” He paused for but a moment, then whilst walking, allowed a glance to fall Rex's way over-top a shoulder. “Did you see all those new members rolling in? This is something big!”

As he strolled, he likely lead the conversation about just that – how big the guild was getting in such a short time. He did not seem overly concerned with how responsive Rex was. For the remaining time until they arrived, it was just him having a conversation more with himself than anybody else.

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"Hm?" Ret began with an inquisitive thrum. "Oh! I heard there were a few, yes." He pushed his glasses back in place, fished about in his pockets, and looked back in the direction of the guild. "Besides this one. There were tons back before the current state of things. They did jobs for magicless folk - for pay of course. That was a while ago."

"The biggest difference is a guild nowadays is it being a means of survival first and foremost. Makes sense, too, since those monsters out there as just about done finishing things up. Looks like without guilds forming, these settlements would've just been gobbled up."

He took a large bite of air to pantomime the concept. Then, he started a slow pace away and back towards the guild. "You comin' too?"