Combustion Junction - Part 1

Ruby's brought Merrisol along for a bit of a jog off the beaten path. This time there had been a guide of sorts. One of those outdoorsy types that was hired to bring the duo towards a cave out in the wilderness beyond Amber's non-patternwalk grip. The snaggle-toothed hermit had his very own cave for spelunking. A large one. To this Ruby would have cajoled Merrisol along with promises of an invigorating cave with which to shed the last of the sparkly whatsits somewhere away from Amber's water system. A cave with a spring that was rumoured to have healing qualitys oh'natural. The tall woman with most of a scalp of hair and tender fingernails and gums had dressed for a specifically non-trouble jaunt. Only a knife on her person and clothing that was as tight and non-snag as possible.
Outside the cave entrance that's a fissure as tall as a second-story building, there's a pause while she pays off the hermit, who proceeds to bite the coin before mumbling something about strange city folk.

Several days after coming home with strange sunburny rashes, gum-bleeding, and an allover ucky malaise, Merrisol is strangely willing to go along with Ruby on another outing. Could be something to do with the last trip being /his/ idea, and /she/ came out of it all horrorshow. He pretty much owes her one or two, no questions asked. He took the advice and dressed light and tight. And /contained/. So no staring! A combat knife in a calf-sheath is all he's got, not counting the useful tattoos exposed by his sleeveless stretch-top. "So.. what's here, a bag drop-off?" he asks, with a look to Maggie, who has yet to offload her tosser.

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