[ RPG ] Battle Network!! *EDITED RULES*

[Marine]

In their several steps the group entered Checkpoint 'Saving Grace'. And taking the first breath of foreign air, Slash and Pyroman noticed something different, something about the fragrance trailing up their nostrils.

Underlying small zephyrs of freon from working air conditioners, a faint metallic odor lingered. Iron maybe, or zinc. Whatever the metal, it was wet, so glossed with moisture the rust choked every orafice on the face, varying through different volumes. The Navis could smell iodine. They noticed a trace, fragments even, of a odor neither could place. Aside freon, rust, and other knowns, they failed to describe the fetid olfactory of gunpowder and burning cloth. Until the world materialized in front of them.

Navis, so many that they gave the room no floor, greeted them. Young children played tagged through the corrugated bars of the entrance and the iron fencing weaving throughout the room, starting from the entrance to the exit, small enough to force larger Navis in single file. A dragon navi looked up at the group through the barbwire trim, her eyes sullen and dark. Men at the entrace were haggard with holes and tears in their armor. Women cried. The blood lining the wall tiles was caked and cracking. Walking along small catwalks, the numbered Urban Iken stood at their posts, weapons at rest.

Auspex looked up at the air conditioning units. He watched rust percolate on the supposed stainless steel fencing. And he saw that it was good.

'Welcome, welcome to the Saving Grace train depot. It's safe here.' He said to Pyroman and Slash. 'We'll be remaining here until sundown. Please, there's refreshments in the rooms ahead, enjoy your stay.'

Auspex began leading them across the catwalk to their Administration and Delivery Offices.