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angryfistofgod2012-04-30 08:07 pm
thetruehistorian) wrote in angryfistofgod2012-04-30 08:07 pm
Mun needs a refresher~
[It's cold out, but the blaze roaring in the firepit of this cozy tavern more than compensates. This particular tavern is furnished with plump couches and coffee tables on the second floor balcony; a bar, a few dining tables, and an open space for dancing in front of a small stage (generically set for any band they might convince to play) on the ground floor. Robin's curled up in the corner of one of the couches, watching the people down below. She's midway through her first tankard- still- and while she may or may not have arrived with company, she is currently alone. Feel free to chat her up, get in a barfight downstairs, get smashed on cheap booze and hot wings, whatever! Open world, open log, go crazy!]
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Beats the hell out of me. That skull you were playing with probably led to this trap door, eh? Which means someone must have replaced the one there initially, eh? I mean, I assume. [He gives her a chance to get down should she want it, and otherwise, just holds up a fiery blue hand to the tunnel.] Shall we go look for what's haunting this place?
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Robin smiles at his response. She'd guess something similar enough.]
Indeed!
[It's a good thing he's back to human form, cuz that's a lot of crumbly debris. Looks like Marco gets to hold her hand for a little bit!
Ahead in the tunnel, there's the barest hint of blue glow, a little colder than Marco's. It's hard to tell, though, if it's just a reflection or something else.]
Douse your flames for a second!
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What is it? [A quiet deadpan whisper as he glances up. Is that a spider now? No no, just being paranoid surely. He might be a little closer to Robin than he needs to be though.]
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And yes, he is being paranoid. The tunnel is still glowing faintly, and it looks like the source is moving away. Robin doesn't mind if he keeps close. It helps her to know where he is in the darkness.
She turns to whisper, leaning as close to where she thinks his ear ought to be as she can.]
Looks like we ran them off. Want to follow?
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[And he nods quietly, still whispering in return.] With light or without?
OMG how have I not noticed that guy before now? fffff
As it is, she considers the situation for a moment, then whispers back.]
Can you make a candle-sized flame? We'll need just enough to get out of this mess and into the tunnel.
By not being insanely obsessed with Marco, it's all right, very common XDDD
[He holds up a single finger of blue flames.]
How's this?
He was part of the Buster Call at Enies' Lobby, too.
Perfect.
[She starts cautiously over the crumbled floor from above. His little flame is just enough to show a step or two ahead of them, but still dim enough that the glow from the tunnel can still be seen.
Unfortunately, his light doesn't show what's under the debris, if anything, and as Robin hops onto a largish piece of tile, it collapses to the side, pitching her.]
:O Oh snap, I'd forgotten that.
Guess we'll have to be light as a feather, eh?
The things we learn.
You've caught me twice already. It's my turn, now.
[There's a little movement of debris, then innumerable hands burst out of the ground, picking them up until a giant elbow appears and allows the giant hand-made-of-hands to turn and set them near what's left of the entrance to the tunnel.]
ikr? Still all good things
[Whatever he was going to say is cut off by that as he clamps his mouth shut to avoid giving away how startled he is.]
[It's a quiet whisper when he does speak up again.] Nice trick. Is this the part where I thank you dramatically?
[Just say no or he'll probably be all Sanji about it.]
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Luckily there doesn't seem to be any traps or anything. They probably weren't expecting company.
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The tunnel curves slightly to the right, almost as if it were part of a large circle. The walls are rough hewn stone, just chiseled into the bedrock, with large niches carved every few feet. It's unclear what might be in the niches with such limited light, but every so often they can see a scrap of once-white rag hanging from the side.]
I think the makers of this tunnel did expect visitors, and felt inclined to welcome them. It is said the dead love company.
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Then again I say this while making sure Ace and Pops' memorial has a steady stream of visitors...
[He tries not to get too distracted by the wall carvings, though he silently suspects that much like the memorial for his family, it was more the act of the makers' feelings for the lost.] I was more worried about our looter or spook ahead setting traps.
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It's moving too quickly. If there are traps, the looter would need to avoid them too. Or pause to set them.
[Her smile returns]
Still, better cautious than dead in a pit of spikes, right?
[She doesn't need to tell Marco to keep a sharp eye for anything suspicious, does she?]
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Still doesn't mean he's not rushing towards a trap for us either, eh.
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You don't want to turn back, do you?
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[Offers her an elbow to take so that if a trap door or something else happens again, at least they'll be prepared.]
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I'll keep your preference in mind.
[Meanwhile, the light ahead seems to have stopped moving.]
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Looks like we're at the end the trail. [Whispering for obvious reasons.]
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That's. Odd.
[Robin steps into the light's main circle of illumination.
And disappears.]
1/2
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They go down in a heap, the combination of his momentum and Robin grabbing onto his shirt as she fell making a good recipe for a nice tangle.
In the air above them, obviously the source of the light they'd been chasing, a bearded man in a torn poncho watches curiously.]
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