Dungeon crawling with the OC above

claiming ehehe thank you

Saiph looked to the cave before his eyes; icicles hung eerily at its mouth, and further inside was a world of ice and iridescent, opaque crystals. He was told by a local newsie that a treasure unlike any the world has seen was inside, but was guarded by a being of ice itself. What could it be? Could it be money? Could it be gems? Could it be some ancient text from another world, even...? Not a chance of that-- ever. Saiph slung a light jacket over his arms and fastened his backpack full of knick-knacks and dubious survival gear over his shoulders, turning to his companion. "Well, here we are... Are you all set to go?"

It had been a long night of drinking and gambling, so Jasper wasn't too surprised to wake up on the cold floor- However, he was surprised to sit up and look around to find himself in a jail cell, with a blonde-haired genome sitting across from him. He stood up, still a bit wobbly, glancing around, the guard was nowhere to be seen....He reached his hands through the bars of the cell, fiddling with the lock with a bobby pin pulled out from seemingly nowhere. The lock clicked, falling off and hitting the ground with a slight metallic thud, he glanced to Saiph, "You coming or not?" he asked the genome, his ears twitched- And before getting an answer walked over to a chest, pulling out his stuff, and tossing what he assumed to be Saiph's stuff over to him. "C'mon, get me out" a prisoner from another cell whispered, Jasper looked them up and down, breaking open the other chest, and taking their items too "See ya." he said, snickering a bit at the prisoner and leaving the barracks.

Robi stared into the dark Maw of a stone cavern. He had been scouring around the foot entrance for a while after hearing rumours that there was something worth uncovering concerning history; Wether it be an ancient weapon, artefact or something that could make or break him, he was interested.

As he was certain that the dungeon wasn't entirely abandoned, he brought his trusty Spit Rifle along, its mechanical clicking as he prepared it for a day's Shooting. 

"I hope you're not shy of a little gunfire. It'll be damn loud once the bullets fly. But as long as you sniff out what we came for, we'll be rich for sure." The capicarious Machinist turned to Jasper, assuming his initial form was canine of course and dogs did have an acute sense of smell.

"Achoooo!" Keaton regretted just being wearing an old swearsgirt and shorts. "How did I ever happened to end there? Did I really zoomed out that hard?" He stepped carefully, the icy floor not only was slippery but appears to be quite thin, appears. The crystal lode walls reminded him of a Psilocybin trip, full of color, shine and confusing. A loud clank snapped him out this trance. "AA-aanybody there?" Excitement spilled over his voice, he was glad not being alone. Turning a corner he saw two blonde guys and a hyena standing in a room that seemed to be a jail or a old storage. "Heyo! Has anyone have idea where we are" directly and carelessly he asked, through when he saw the rifle one of them carried with him he recoiled a bit

(woah man im in trouble)

Desmond cursed as he skidded on the iced floor. As he slid into view from around the corner, almost losing his balance, he surprisingly didn't seem to be shivering or too cold despite the skin he was showing.
 He took a quick glance at Saiph, Jasper, Robi, and Keaton who he passed speedily, seeming to be in a hurry. He fell over but caught himself by his palms and stood up again, as a swarm of ice bats seemed to be chasing him.

"Hey strangers!... FELLOW adventurers, whatever! I hope you guys brought weapons!!!" He shouted as he swatted at the ice-bats with his metal baseball bat. One of his swings connected with a dull thud,  sending one of the bats into the icy walls of the cavern.

"Little shits!" He exclaimed through labored breath, like he had been running for a while and was starting to lose stamina. He took a defensive stance and put his hand on the holster of a pistol he had tucked into the back of his pants, just in case.