Esoteric Express
22st of July 2006 A.D.
"Deal," you do not hesitate even for a moment, looking right into he strange custodian's eyes... and carefully not looking at your dad.
Really it's not like I promised anything bad, you reassure yourself. It's just help in a search for manual labor, sort of like Tom Sawyer painting that fence without tricking anyone to help.
Although assuming I could somehow get some construction equipment down here I could put spirits in it and get them to do some of the literal heavy lifting....
"So what are we gonna... yeep," Cindy yelps as the earth wyrm snakes across the tracks to stretch out before you. Four sets of handlebars grow out from between its concrete 'scales', rust red, the color of old blood.
"I sssshall take you to sshe whom you ssseek," the spirit hisses.
"Molly are you sure it's safe..." Dad is looking between the girl and the very much not OSHA approved means of transportation.
"I think it's safe, certainly more than splitting up." The old Scooby Doo 'let's split up gang' runs through your mind. This is the kind of place where they'd have a big set piece chase with the Ten Thousand Volt Ghost or something. "You'll be careful right?" you ask the spirit.
The emergency-light eyes turn to look at you flickering in time with the dying neon above. There is a rumble of grinding stone in its belly right below its head and to your surprise amid the broken concrete emerges a marble bust, sort of neoclassical goddess with a bird on her head. You can just make out the letters 'CHI...GO' below it and on the armor itself 'I Will'.
Gard does not need anymore convincing, she grabs on to one of the handles and after a moment your dad does likewise with the one behind her, though with Cindy hanging held in his arms.
"That would make it hard for him to defend himself at need," Usum notes clinically.
"We came down here to rescue her," you remind him as you take your own place, the foremost handlebar right behind the 'dragon's' head.
The stone flows and coils under you then with a sound eerily like an old time train whistle he surges forth, the light of his eyes casting cones of luminescence along the rails, down and through the long darkness. Air whistles past, cold and brisk until even the smells of undertown begin to fade.
Behind you you can hear Cindy whooping... and to be honest if Gard weren't here you'd be joining her. This is just plain 'take the sled down the hill', 'ride the big roller coaster' fun.
After a few minutes you are out of the subway tunnel and into the rough hewn passages, needing to lay down flat to fit at all. Water drips onto your face, thankfully not the foul stuff you had been walking in all this time, but fresh like rain water or even snow-melt. It's getting really cold down here now, cold enough that you feel like you might almost be able to draw power from it when, suddenly the spirit veers hard left into what looks like an old wine cellar of all things with one of those fancy spiral stairs like a medieval castle leading upwards towards faint white light.
But that is not the only light in the chamber. In the middle of the spiral is Lydia, holding in her left hand a pale blue witch-light, looking a bit bedraggled from her walk about Undertown but otherwise fine. You can't really blame her for looking shock at the sight of a great big stone dragon roaring into the room with four people hanging out the back of of it.
"What... Molly what are you doing here!" she shouts down
What do you reply?
(Include any Essence Usage)
[] Ask her what she is doing down here
[] Say you were worried about her
[] Write in
OOC: A bit short here, but this is the natural break point. No rolls this time around, you would have had one to see if you caught up in time if you had not taken the offer, but with it that was automatic. 
