[That Powerpoint has Mokuba all sorts of worried, but he doesn't have much time to process what's going on before a profile pops up in front of his face. His age is right, although he's not sure what the point of the quote is, and he thinks crocs means crocodiles because actual Crocs haven't been invented in his time yet. Unsure of what else to do, he randomly selects someone to see what happens and is deposited into a ballroom in a nice suit with an unceremonious yelp.
Once he gets to his feet and takes a look around, he notes that, okay, the ballroom and fancy suits are things he's had experience with before... and unfortunately this situation is feeling very familiar too.
Mokuba is really getting tired of being trapped in virtual realities. He begins wandering around, trying to spot anyone he's familiar with, especially his brother, but before he can find anyone, an old man speaks into the mic and Mokuba pauses to listen. When the man gestures towards a pile of weapons and says that last line, Mokuba's eyes widen in shock.
They... they can't be serious, right? But when people start diving for weapons, Mokuba decides not to take any chances. He dives for the nearest wall, looking around quickly until he spots the doors. Then he's moving fast, sticking right up against the wall to make it harder for anyone to sneak up on him and keeping low, glad he's not a big target. He definitely looks a bit panicked as he makes his way towards the door as quickly as he can.]
PHASE II
[Once Mokuba gets outside, he doesn't stop running until he's got some good distance between him and the doors. As soon as he stepped out into a jungle, it pretty much confirms what he already thought: this has to be some sort of virtual reality.
He stops to lean against a tree, breathing hard from running flat out for a few solid minutes. Once his heartrate has lowered, he takes another look around, still trying to figure out what the heck is going on so he can come up with some sort of plan to find a way out of here. He didn't see anyone he knew in the ballroom, but that doesn't mean they aren't here.
Before he can get too far with that plan, though, a shadow falls across him, accompanied by some sounds of movement and some growls. Mokuba looks up to see a monster looming over him and his eyes widen.
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[That Powerpoint has Mokuba all sorts of worried, but he doesn't have much time to process what's going on before a profile pops up in front of his face. His age is right, although he's not sure what the point of the quote is, and he thinks crocs means crocodiles because actual Crocs haven't been invented in his time yet. Unsure of what else to do, he randomly selects someone to see what happens and is deposited into a ballroom in a nice suit with an unceremonious yelp.
Once he gets to his feet and takes a look around, he notes that, okay, the ballroom and fancy suits are things he's had experience with before... and unfortunately this situation is feeling very familiar too.
Mokuba is really getting tired of being trapped in virtual realities. He begins wandering around, trying to spot anyone he's familiar with, especially his brother, but before he can find anyone, an old man speaks into the mic and Mokuba pauses to listen. When the man gestures towards a pile of weapons and says that last line, Mokuba's eyes widen in shock.
They... they can't be serious, right? But when people start diving for weapons, Mokuba decides not to take any chances. He dives for the nearest wall, looking around quickly until he spots the doors. Then he's moving fast, sticking right up against the wall to make it harder for anyone to sneak up on him and keeping low, glad he's not a big target. He definitely looks a bit panicked as he makes his way towards the door as quickly as he can.]
PHASE II
[Once Mokuba gets outside, he doesn't stop running until he's got some good distance between him and the doors. As soon as he stepped out into a jungle, it pretty much confirms what he already thought: this has to be some sort of virtual reality.
He stops to lean against a tree, breathing hard from running flat out for a few solid minutes. Once his heartrate has lowered, he takes another look around, still trying to figure out what the heck is going on so he can come up with some sort of plan to find a way out of here. He didn't see anyone he knew in the ballroom, but that doesn't mean they aren't here.
Before he can get too far with that plan, though, a shadow falls across him, accompanied by some sounds of movement and some growls. Mokuba looks up to see a monster looming over him and his eyes widen.
Yeah, that screaming is definitely him.]