im on my vigilante shit

Channels, tunnels, all of them opening up like a new world beneath her feet. Iscariot only knows that it's far too much to explore in one day, and that they call to her. Exploring, getting a grip on what exactly was happening... it's too interesting a concept. Fascinating, more like. Drawn in like a moth to flame, pacing through the tunnel with her bats at the head.

Iscariot follows them, for the most part. Letting their chittering calls back and forth guide the way, at least, until one of them seemed to get confused. It's Clam's voice that echoes through, calling her back to... was that the entrance? At least it was an entrance, Iscariot's eyes narrowing as she stumbles back out into the blinding, red daylight. Blinking slowly as her eyes adjust, shaking a bit of dirt from her coat.

She'd nearly walked into the other girl, an angular creature that was barely taller than Riot herself. "Just time, seems like." Though she hadn't spoken to Iscariot, the frustration is evident on her face and in her clipped tone. "We started north of here, at another entrance." Grumbling, one bat on each shoulder, Iscariot's rueful gaze sets back on the tunnels.

"Iscariot"