UWT INFINITE, Under Town

Ace held onto what Crocodile had said to him before his team departed on their mission. He had mentioned Luffy and him working together and to save him? Had Luffy knocked him permanently senseless? There was no way his little brother would have agreed to work together with slime like Crocodile. Especially not after he tried to take over the country of that Vivi girl Luffy had brought along with his crew. It was clear that the former warlord was holding out on Ace and the next time they met, he'd get the answers he was looking for. Or else they'd see which logia fruit was superior.

But for now he had a mission to tend to and that's what was most important. He tried to have a somewhat serious air around him but this was too freaking cool. Not only was he sitting on the back of an actual dragon, he was being flown around on it as well! This had to be one of the coolest experiences ever! As Sparda touched down on the ridge and apologized for not being able to get any closer, Ace waved it off.

"Nah, that's alright. You've done more than enough for us just by getting us here in the first place. For which I am most appreciative of , Sparda. Just go ahead and leave the rest to us. Speaking of which, I'll see you guys down at the bottom." Ace exclaimed with a grin before he tossed his hat up into the air and leaped off the ridge. As he descended further towards the ground, the pirate's lower torso would have turned into a stream of fire as he flew down to the bottom until he was right next to what appeared to be a gigantic hole in the ground and with some machinery nearby. 



Reverting his lower torso back to a pair of legs, Ace touched down upon the ground and held a hand out expectantly to grab his hat as it glided towards the ground. Grabbing the rim of it, he chuckled aloud. Was probably a lot more flashy than was really necessary. But beat climbing down the ridge or just walking down it. Kneeling near the hole however, Ace peered over.

"Huh. Looks like a pretty deep hole. You guys think maybe the ball fell down there?"

Meanwhile the trip on Scales's back, Logan had lighted up another cigar, naturally. It didn't even last that long, so what was the reasoning behind lighting the cigar then? Who gives a shit, he had a cigar going now. He'd enjoy what he could. Upon their arrival, he shimmied down before leaping off the dragon, landing with practice ease as he quirked an eye back for the gargantuan reptile. "Yea, it's not a problem. Maybe ya better vamoose before you cause an avalanche with yer weight." A fat joke, classy. Still... that hole in the ground was damn big, especially from up here. He wondered what it'd have been like up close.

The telltale noise of flames whooshing and Wolverine's senses snapped to the source: Ace. He was taking the initiative, leaping in first without a thought. Well it's not like there were any enemies around. Yet. But still, if they had something precious a commodity as the dragon ball, odds were there were at least warning systems. Wolverine wouldn't know until they got into it anyway. Maybe Kasumi could share any details if necessary.

"Right, gotta get down there." Why go down the ledge the long and boring way? Sure it was safer but screw that.

A SNIKT followed and moments later a most horrendous mixture of scraping and screeching could be heard as adamantium claws cleft through stone as Logan made his way down relatively quickly. With a soft thump, Logan took a cursory glance about his positioning before he set to brushing himself off, dirt and debris having accumulated during his trip down. SNIKT The claws were sheathed now and as Logan approached the hole...



"Maybe we don't wanna just leap right ta it yet. I'm a fan of doing that but there's you to consider." He looked to Dean first and foremost before to the others.




Ungh, he was already technically babysitting? No, not just yet, wait it out Logan. See what other ideas they've got. "Perhaps our friendly neighbor thief Kasumi can scout ahead. I can follow along, the dark ain't a problem fer my senses. Unless we wanna gatecrash the party altogether. Either way works. I'm open to suggestions I guess."

Maybe he could assign Spidey to cover Dean, Spider-Man was very good at protecting normies like that. Not that Dean needed it exactly but considering their adversaries, eh...

Dean wasn't sure for a moment about the Omni-Tool. If anything he found it intensely cool. "Gotta get me one of those. Sure Charlie'd have a good time with it," Dean said quietly, eyeing it all the way. The closest Dean was like to get was duct taping his phone to the wrist-mounted crossbow he'd found in the bunker (but hadn't brought along-- who was going to seriously use a crossbow?).



"And... what exactly does 'not of this world' smell like?" he said with a smirk to Logan. "Cities smell like trash and exhaust half the time and like vendors and rain the other half. I'm only gonna like one of those halves," he finished his statement and glanced down into the darkness. "At least there's a ladder for normies like me. How considerate," he muttered while looking at the ladder.



"There ain't much up here, that's for damn sure. Looks to me like the party's at the bottom of the hole," he said in concurrence with Logan. He looked to the other members of the group a moment before shrugging. "Only way forward is down." If there were no objections, he'd follow after Logan. Dean might've been comparatively fragile in contrast to the rest of the group, but damned if he was going to act like a bitch because of it. Even regular humans could take their share of punishment before going and he was a sterling example of endurance.

Ace watched Kasumi's use of the Omni-Tool with a rather amused look on his face. Sure as hell didn't have anything like that back home. The most advanced thing he knew of were the sea stone coatings the Navy put on their ships to prevent attacks from Sea Kings. This? This was beyond what Ace had experience dealing with. But they weren't gonna find the balls by standing around. Watching as the others took the ladder and Kasumi took an 'alternate' way of getting down, Ace grinned.

"I think our resident thief has the right idea there. I'll keep pace with you guys and let you know beforehand if there's any thing that goes bump on the way down here. Maybe even give it a bump back."

The pirate mused aloud before taking one big step into the hole and as he plummeted downwards, his lower torso turned into fire once more. Flying back up so he'd smirk at the others before resuming his ascension downwards. The sound of his flames was indeed a lot noisier than climbing a ladder but it was also way quicker. The fact that it looked cool was just an additional side perk.

"Well, when I say outta this world, I kinda mean literally. Know what space smells like?" ... "Didn't think so. S'ok. Happens, not everyone gets ta go ta outer-space. Frankly, it smells like ass." A chuckle followed. "Okay, that may be a bit misleading. It smells more like burnt steak, ya know that smell? Metal too, like the taste you get from blood in yer mouth. A mix thereabouts of the two." Logan then indicated his nose. "Tells ya more than ya ever wanna know, trust me on that. That help ya some, pretty boy?"

That had been Logan's response to Dean, and with a grunt, he'd started for climbing down the ladder--



The little ninja-thief ripped him off. : |

"Cheeky little girl, huh?"

Then flame boy and his damn need to show off.

"Well, no one's attacked yet so maybe s'all good." 

And as it turned out, Logan was perhaps right on the money. It seemed like nothing would've happened to the party making they way inside what appeared to be a city underground. A city that comprised of all sorts of flavors; different species and technologies came together and intermingled. It was a melting pot on a galactic scale. Granted, none of the aliens here were familiar to him but that in of itself had been a moot point. He wasn't a stranger to these sorts of settings. In fact, back home, there's a casino in outer space where all sorts of people just got together an gambled. The last time he'd been there, he swore he and Quentin probably had been the only human out of all the occupants there. That was a good time, perhaps a bad example for Quentin, but a necessity of the Jean Grey School was gonna keep on a floating.



"Nice place they've got here. Still, I'd keep on yer toes." He leveraged a glance Dean's way. "Ya wanna stick by me? Ya could take care of yerself but some of these aliens look plenty dangerous, even if they're docile." As if on cue, a child in black and blue sped right past. Imagine what an adult looked like? "Cover my back and I cover yers. Sound good?" 

"Ey, Kasumi. We gotta find this hunter, right? Clue us in on what he looks like?"

Dean blinked in surprise at their findings at the bottom of the pit. An underground city? He'd seen stranger, but this was downright unexpected. The inhabitants, though... they were like Hindu gods that had a serious meth addiction. He hadn't seen such a congregation of different-flavored monsters at any point before now.



He said in response to Logan. "Don't quite have anything like these guys back at home." He perused the local fauna with his eyes for a moment. "Good thing, too."

He listened to Kasumi's description and gleaning little information from it, instead looked at the portrait provided. "If this place is a city, it might have some sort of CCTV setup, and I might be able to hack it, find him faster if he's here. Assuming that much, anyway."

He looked again to Logan. "Off to find cameras or just hunt this guy down-- your choice." Regardless of Logan's answer, though, he'd keep a sharp lookout for surveillance equipment of any kind, anywhere. Might make the job go a lot faster, so why not?