Cinder Exceptional success
Mina's words had Max's eyes swinging away from the empty end of the subway car to fix on her, eyebrows raised. Did she think it was a hallucination because she thought it couldn't be real? But she didn't say it like she was too shocked, so Max wondered... what? He didn't have much time to think it over as she added her two cents. A someone rather than something, which was pretty unsettling. What kind of person would the guard dog of the underworld go after?
She encouraged the search, her bright inflection at odds with the unease coiling in Max's stomach, but it wasn't as if there was anything else they could do. He'd done a little reading after his little memory lapse, and he supposed his earlier run-in with the hydra had helped him along. It left him endlessly relieved they'd gotten out of the mess, but now he really was dreading what the underworld dog was tracking if it brought him past them.
His eyes shifted from Mina to the three-headed dog, the heads looking around, but always with one hung low, nose to the ground. It padded past them, and Max's eyes followed, even as Mina spoke, echoing his thoughts. The problem was he didn't think they could. Max thought he could probably survive tossing himself off a moving subway car if he was desperate enough, but it'd hurt and he'd probably have to huddle down while he mended more than a few broken bones, helpless to whatever was down here. Mina? She didn't smell like a shifter, and he'd yet to see anything else stand up to the kind of injuries throwing themselves off promised.
“I think we missed our stop, if we wanted to avoid this,” Max murmured, remembering how the train car had stopped and remained in that half-drowned place until they'd turned it back themselves. A part of him didn't want to bail out, either. What if there were other people on this wacky ride?
Making his choice, Max hoisted himself up from his seat, glancing at Mina but moving to follow the three-headed dog. “Whatever you're looking for is probably bad news, isn't it, bud?” the werewolf murmured, phrased like a question, but falling short of being that uncertain about it. Max was more or less committing himself to helping the little dude out, whatever happened. He glanced back at Mina, quirking an eyebrow, a silent question.
Cerberus Luck 1/4
Mina's words had Max's eyes swinging away from the empty end of the subway car to fix on her, eyebrows raised. Did she think it was a hallucination because she thought it couldn't be real? But she didn't say it like she was too shocked, so Max wondered... what? He didn't have much time to think it over as she added her two cents. A someone rather than something, which was pretty unsettling. What kind of person would the guard dog of the underworld go after?
She encouraged the search, her bright inflection at odds with the unease coiling in Max's stomach, but it wasn't as if there was anything else they could do. He'd done a little reading after his little memory lapse, and he supposed his earlier run-in with the hydra had helped him along. It left him endlessly relieved they'd gotten out of the mess, but now he really was dreading what the underworld dog was tracking if it brought him past them.
His eyes shifted from Mina to the three-headed dog, the heads looking around, but always with one hung low, nose to the ground. It padded past them, and Max's eyes followed, even as Mina spoke, echoing his thoughts. The problem was he didn't think they could. Max thought he could probably survive tossing himself off a moving subway car if he was desperate enough, but it'd hurt and he'd probably have to huddle down while he mended more than a few broken bones, helpless to whatever was down here. Mina? She didn't smell like a shifter, and he'd yet to see anything else stand up to the kind of injuries throwing themselves off promised.
“I think we missed our stop, if we wanted to avoid this,” Max murmured, remembering how the train car had stopped and remained in that half-drowned place until they'd turned it back themselves. A part of him didn't want to bail out, either. What if there were other people on this wacky ride?
Making his choice, Max hoisted himself up from his seat, glancing at Mina but moving to follow the three-headed dog. “Whatever you're looking for is probably bad news, isn't it, bud?” the werewolf murmured, phrased like a question, but falling short of being that uncertain about it. Max was more or less committing himself to helping the little dude out, whatever happened. He glanced back at Mina, quirking an eyebrow, a silent question.
Cerberus Luck 1/4