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Post by Remus on Oct 18, 2016 15:11:28 GMT -6
Now the conversation had full on shifted into "Nayru" territory. Remus could safely say he had absolutely no clue what the pink haired lamia was speaking about or in a better term, comprehend, what she was talking about. The notion was strange. He couldn't precisely wrap his mind around it cognitively. How could there be a language, now that he thought about it, on both Elibe and these ruins on an island separated by time. What exactly could be the meaning of it? At times, the simplest answer was the best but could he even conjure a realistic answer? If there were traces of the language on Elibe, and here and both predated known cultures...well he'd have to know how long the Lamia had been around to get an estimation in reference to the amount of time they could've been around.
That would give him a minimum length of time it hadn't been used. Though, beyond a certain point it couldn't really do much for him because his knowledge, unlike Nayru's, was bound by Elibian historical records and perspective. It was of no surprise to the priest himself when the change in topic excited him. He smiled abruptly even at the discussion and comparison of monsters. Though Lafiel's attempt to bolster her own race. He was able to pick up on what she was trying to do. At-least..possibly? If nothing else, but to help her save face, the priest chuckled before interjecting with thought directed towards the pink haired Lamia.
"How about..slithering sexy snake society?"
He was so oblivious in how he attempted to assuage her that the priest didn't realize he'd just used the word "sexy". Truly, Nayru was a terrible influence on him. From drawing his attention to the feminine body, to making him blush because of such for the first time, to conditioning his vernacular to the point where he was willing to swear! How terrible...
Remus tilted his head while observing back to the brown haired dragoness. This time plying a question towards her more directly but including Lafiel into it. It was by elaborating previously that he realized Nayru had drawn a valid point. "I wonder why that is..that the monsters on this island seem to house such similarities to our own despite ours having a more visibly deadened or nether infused appearance. The things here look..natural and yet...those of Elibe are very clearly of the void."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 9:26:08 GMT -6
"Oh Remus," Lafiel purred, her voice soft and husky. There was no hiding that she was pleased as the cat that got the cream with his suggestion - as much for the implications as his unfortunately somewhat lacking wit. Not that she was in any position to judge... or notice. The sassy snake wasn't quite as funny as she thought she was, either. "I'm so glad you noticed!" She vamped a little, accentuating her curves, and grinned shamelessly. "Why, it just makes me want to eat you up right no..."
Her finely(?) tuned survival instincts, which were really more just a blind chicken that eventually found the corn, politely suggested that Lafiel shut the f**k up with even less subtlety than usual, prompting her to trail off and meet eyes with the source of the laser heat ray death vision boiling her alive. Oh yeah, queen ice bitch. Normally Lafiel would have been snarkastic about it but in the sordid afterglow of hindsight she realized that Remus might actually not understand the concept of flirting, ditto with Nayru apparently, and that one of both of them might think she had actually threatened to swallow them whole. Which would be, er, a tall feat for her. She couldn't unhinge her jaw and she wasn't actually bigger than either of them so it'd be really hard to swallow.
"Just a joke, 'mom'," she grumbled with a waved hand and so much sarcasm in her tone that it threatened to burn through the fabric of reality and break time and space itself. Tough crowd. Her mood temporarily dashed and the end of the walkway reached, Lafiel took an abrupt left turn towards the stairs ascending the wall toward the side of the great room that Nayru and Remus hadn't come from. She didn't like stairs, no one actually liked stairs, but thankfully they weren't actually that hard to ascend even for her. Go up one stair, move forward so that part of her was flat on the stair, repeat ad nauseum. It was a bit slower than normal slithering and took a little attention, but wasn't that bad. It was also very boring and she wasn't actually in THAT bad of a mood, it was hard to be with this much excitement going around, so she piped up again pretty fast. "So, um, I'm not sure exactly where the archives are. Were. Orrr what condition they're in. You guys didn't, uh, happen to come this way did you?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Oct 23, 2016 10:09:30 GMT -6
When SHE had to be the mature one, something was wrong. Nayru could feel it in her bones, curdling her soul, melting her mind. A world in which she actually had to be Team Mom, if only temporarily, was not one that should exist. Seriously, HER. Someone forgot to check the fuckin instructions on how2universe 'cuz that wasn't how things worked. It was also rather... off-putting to see behavior similar to her own from another perspective. She didn't, er, actually act like Lafiel at all, did she? No no of course not she was just imagining things, probably, definitely. Lafiel was just a slightly touched-in-the-head young lady and they definitely had nothing whatsoever in common. Phew. Good to have that worked out, now they could go back to focusing on the important things. Like getting out of the dark and sunbathing for a year straight, or suplexing a dragon, or maybe suplexing the sun. Or an atomic piledriver. Those were fun, if you hated yourself almost as much as the other guy!
Privately, the dragon was somewhat impressed at Lafiel's ability to go up stairs, she hadn't actually thought about it as a problem at all until the daft serpent was already wending her way up there at a reasonable pace, even if it was a little slow for her tastes. Guess when you didn't have legs, you just had to make do with what you had. She was... less impressed at Lafiel's meandering commentary. "I thought you said you knew the floor plans," she stated dourly, a bit of accusation in her tone as Nayru realized that they were NOT going to get out of here in a straight beeline, no nonsense, no problems, straight to the archives and then home. But then when did their plans ever go right? She probably should've seen this coming, especially relying on Lafiel as a guide. "And no, we came the other way."
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Post by Remus on Oct 25, 2016 15:29:05 GMT -6
Licks flickered along the dark depths, traversing a fair distance while softly illuminating the path ahead. Soft footsteps(and slithering snake steps?) filled the air with a steady pattern of motion that gave the audible confirmation that activity and life did in-fact exist in that horrible dark place, and even more unlikely in that dark place; a beautiful curvaceous snake woman gave prominence to ample womanly assets through her body's movements while she, with her flirtatious advances, doted upon him. Had Remus been any other man, he may very well have melted into an embarrassed or flustered mess of a human. That or combusted with untamable pent up desire. He was, infact, Remus. (This gave him a +2 defense to womanly advances and a +5 defense to sexual themes in every sense.) So when the priest smiled warmly to the pink haired Lamia with a faint rosy tint upon his visage, it was not through embarrassment of her womanly appeal that he blushed but simply a contentment to have helped someone so much. That, and being thanked was something he was still not really used to.
"Ah, haha merely trying to help~ Oh..and um..eating? Are you hungry? We um..well I can't speak for Nayru but I have some food on me..somewhere..."
Searching briefly yielded no avail as he searched for the small leather pack that contained his rationed bread, crackers, and salted meat that was set aside to bide him over from the fell forces of famine. Until his attention was redrawn to the words spoke once more. So...were they lost or..? He pondered before summarily decided they were simply ascertaining which of the two halls they were in. After all, structures often had symmetrical patterns. Left and right usually similar in layout. Chiming in once more the blue haired priest that was existing as a portable torch tried to maintain his usual happy atmosphere.
"Ah, this place er..is very confusing. To someone who isn't used to ruins this building seems very...daunting. Almost dizzyingly so haha~"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 12:35:38 GMT -6
"Oh yeah, I'm sure YOU have a perfect memory, 'mom,'" Captain Attitude of the S.S. Rebellious Teenager shot back with all the grace of a wounded bull elephant and half the restraint, "But you'll have to forgive me for not memorizing the entire layout of this place before getting dragged away kicking and screaming by a bunch of angry snake people." She was less angry at Nayru than the dick baskets who hadn't let her finish memorizing the layout, but the darker skinned woman was determined to make herself an easy target, and Lafiel was quite willing to take the opportunity. Pettiness was an underrated virtue after all! Or maybe that was patience...? Nah, probably not.
"Look, I have a... general idea of where we're going, and there can't be THAT much crazy crap lying around, right? So it's not really a problem. Probably." There was a certain lack of enthusiasm in her last word there that did little to set her up as entirely reliable, but no one had ever accused Lafiel of being too stuffy and boring and reliable, and she wasn't about to let that start happening now! "And yeah, I'm pretty sure this place was built by lunatics. 'Least from what I saw in the plans, this crap is curvier than me!" Self-awareness and humility weren't qualities she was likely to be accused of anytime soon, either. Lafiel remained blissfully unaware, continuing on blithely. "But I think we're getting pretty close to another open room that's fairly close to the archives, so it should be a straight shot from there!"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 1, 2016 18:48:43 GMT -6
"Mrf." An eternity of frustration, rage, hatred, anger, and vague annoyance - mostly the last one - filled Nayru's articulate utterance, her sole response to the mouthy pink idiot. It wasn't even worth arguing the point, and she'd rather eat a entire snake (unnecessarily busty and loud top half included) than actually confront the idea of meeting someone that even SHE was more mature than. It wasn't supposed to work that way! She was the comic relief character in the great play called Life, a wise-cracking jester who raised the spirits of those around her with her razor wit and eternal good humor!
Okay... so she wasn't really any of those things. But it was the thought that counted, and most of the time Nayru was just happy to contribute by lightening the mood if nothing else - because half the time there wasn't much else she could do anyways. 'Punching things' was a useful skill, but it only went so far in complex moral quandaries and questions of love and loss. Or, as it happened, exploring dank ruins alongside a hyperactive halfwit and a.... actually she couldn't really think of any good alliteration for Remus, or priest for that matter. Poncy just sounded insulting, prissy, powerful, pleb, pointy, er, rapscallion, raving, roaring... a f**k**g priest. Sky above but it shouldn't be that hard. Setting a small portion of her prodigious(?) intellect to work on thinking up wittier commentary for the future, Nayru turned the majority of her attention to the task at hand: NOT throttling Lafiel within an inch of her life and keeping them moving before the snarky snek ran headfirst into a wall, or a fist, whichever she brought on herself first. "Lead on, o mighty serpent," quoth the Nayru without any trace of sarcasm whatsoever... said no one ever. f**k**g lamias. She hoped they were a dragon delicacy in the past.
She needed to find out more about High Runic, given time, Nayru decided. She sure as hell didn't want to rely on Lafiel as a translator. But she wasn't likely to learn anything especially quickly, regardless of her past experience with languages, so for now she was kind of stuck swallowing her pride like a diarrhea smoothie and asking for help nonetheless. "So, Lafiel, what do these carvings we've been passing mean, anyways?"
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Post by Remus on Nov 8, 2016 14:12:07 GMT -6
Remus was just kind of..there. He existed in that moment purely as a means of projected light. Until they reached a point in which the buildings internal structure decided to grace them with torches once more. The soft protruding and glowing warmth of his radiant magic was enough to give them a solid fifteen feet of vision without any hindrance. Though this began to wane away as the light yielded to the ebb of crushing absolute darkness, he was admittedly glad to still be helpful in an environment that he would've otherwise been as useful as a knife in a balistae fight. A really really intense balistae fight. The sounds of that atmosphere were almost as oppressive. The faint echoes. The occasional sound of a pebble dropping into the void reaching his ears inbetween the lines of conversation that Nayru and Lafiel were having.
Admittedly, he partially wished they had the ability or time to explore the entirety of these ruins. However, having seen the size of it internally he realized that would likely be a multi-trip task. That said, he also wondered just how much they could explore in one outing. At-least, with their serpentine tour guide. Lafiel and Nayru seemed like they had a bit of a dislike for eachother. A small one, albeit since they were still being nice to one another! That was always good. He disliked conflict after all. Perhaps an ironic sentiment after everything they'd been through. Murderous winged fiends. Assassins. Near death falls. Brigands. Either way, Remus was determined to help Nayru as best he could. Lafiel too, now that he'd learned more about her. The priests scruffy blue wearing self trudged between the two women while keeping his staff lifted to keep everyone's path well lit. Yup. That was his path now. His true purpose all along, who'd have thought? Developing the power to call down tremendous pillars of light only to turn into a personal torch for a couple of hours in a spoopy place.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 23:50:32 GMT -6
Lafiel had been calculating the chances of being able to lose Nayru somewhere in the ruins and escape with Remus without either of them noticing when the queen witch rudely interrupted her thoughts with a question that she... actually... had a decent reason for not knowing the answer to. Dammit. It would have been so much more fun to make fun of her for a stupid question, but apparently no one on Elibe even knew that Taguel were a thing, much less any of their language, so of course they wouldn't know how to read languages they had never heard of. The lamia found that she was almost offended by reality there, ruthlessly crushing her dreams of a perfect comeback. Blah. It sapped all the fun out of being better informed than the aggravating woman, but it wasn't like her to NOT prove she was more intelligent than everyone else, so she answered anyways without further thought. "Oh, the runic?" Of COURSE she had been... skimming it.
Not enough to actually answer the question worth jack, though, so she would be forced to improvise... if not for them walking through a doorway to the INFINITE BEYOND. Or at least a large and empty room. Once again, Lafiel found herself disappointed by the cruel mockery of a reality that had forgotten what fun was like; a world in which interesting things didn't always happen and sometimes people other than her were right. Too much like home, and that was why she had left. Well, that, and the banishing and being sentenced to death and all that, but they were all water under the bridge. Metaphorically, AND by lava, if she ever figured out how to drown the entire coven in molten rock and flame. It would be.... sort of heroic, right? They weren't EVIL per se, but they were definitely jerks, and being a butt was completely on the side of evil and glowing fire eye towers and dissolving all of Middle Earthlibe in an unending tide of darkness.
"Wow, this is a pretty great empty room" was her contribution to the conversation, as much to get her mind off of inventing excuses to commit genocide (jokingly((?)) as to actually respond to Nayru's query. And by 'respond' she meant 'not actually respond at all, yay subject changes!' "I kinda assumed there'd be SOMETHING here, but the floor map did say it was pretty empty, so... uh, yay me being right? I guess?" The words fell flatly to the floor and burned, much like her hopes and dreams, but at least there wasn't anything here to kill them. She was a little disappointed. Not, er, at her continued existence, but it was really boring if they actually got to where they were going without any problems at all. That wasn't how adventure worked! Especially ruins! You had to be chased by boulders, giant spiders, scorpions, poisonous snakes, betrayed by your bag carrier, left for dead by a group of cultists... sheesh, it was like whoever had made this place hadn't even read any adventure books.
That warning label had probably just been for show anyways. Had she mentioned it? Hm... probably.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 17, 2016 6:41:16 GMT -6
"Sure do love me some empty rooms," Nayru groused, not sure if she was more disappointed that nothing excited had happened, or annoyed by Lafiel's snide tone. Well, no, she did know. Little from column a, little from column b. No law saying they couldn't both be true after all. Regardless, if only for Remus and Bubblegum Princess's sake, she... supposed she would have to be satisfied with a boring adventure for now. It even SOUNDED like an oxymoron though. A boring adventure. Why not have some nice cold fire, or a heaping helping of nothing, or some frozen solid lava. Wait... that last one was sort of a thing. But the point stood dammit, adventures were supposed to be EXCITING, not boring!
Nonetheless, boring this one was, and so she was left to her own devices to have some sort of excitement out of this damnable descent into dumbness, complete with a vapid pink idiot with no sense or sanity.
Hm, that sounded familiar for some reason.
Somewhat distracted, Nayru read the writing on the wall. Not so much figuratively speaking as little, there actually was some sort of banded writing running across the walls of these ruins, kind of odd really when you stopped to think about it. The pattern... almost looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn't quite make it out at this distance. How interesting. Somewhat distracted, Nayru trailed off in her own little world, separated from the group, albeit not by that much, and, well, empty room. Not like she was gonna get lost, just follow mr. tall bright and... brighter. Remus wasn't actually that tall. Eh, it was a work in progress.
More importantly, the writing on the wall was growing larger, like a pegasus to the face. Again, figuratively. It wasn't ACTUALLY growing larger. Er, was it? It had looked... straighter a minute ago too. More horizontal, and not sort of angular. And it definitely hadn't been swimming. Was it swimming? It was so hard to get a good view in the dim light of the room... maybe a closer look wouldn't hurt. Nayru struck out on her own, treading surely towards her impending victim. The... wall. Which she wasn't actually going to do anything to, so in retrospect calling it a victim was sort of similar, but she DID want to see what that writing was, and she clickcould make some light if she needed to, so it wasn't that big of a-
"Click?"
The dragon ran her tongue around the syllables again, silently, as she considered what an audible click might mean.
Hm, yeah, that was definitely a pressure plate she was standing on. Nayru experimentally lifted her leg and lowered it again. Yanno, she hadn't actually noticed the intricate network of grooves on the floor before, either...
The tell-tale sound of rumbling roused her from her reverie, signaling either four thousand degrees of molten rock and flame, or the sound of a very large-scale apparatus winding up to do something. Going by her experience with these sorts of ruins... Nayru had a pretty good idea of which it was, and she suddenly had a very good idea of why the room had been empty. Interestingly enough, she found that she was neither worried nor happy about the situation, it wasn't that unusual for one of these kinds of ruins... just possessed of a sudden and unyielding rage towards someone who had blissfully declared this room entirely safe and drawn her attention away from her usual cautiousness.
"LAFIEL, YOU MOTHER F-"
Whatever the irate dragon had been about to add to that comment, and it's probably a safe bet that it wasn't 'oh deary me,' was drowned out completely by the screaming roar of stone grinding stone and a great, shuddering cacophony of sound and unseen motion that shook the ground and sent wisps of dust and small shards of rock raining down from the ceiling far above.
That was when the floor pretty much exploded.
Gigantic hunks of squared stone erupted from everywhere around both groups without regard to anything in their path, gigantic rectangular blocks that could match the temple's doors in size and thickness alike, accompanied by a din so great that not even screams could be heard. Except for Lafiel's - that shrill, girlish exclamation was pretty clear, and Nayru's last thought before realizing the ground under her was going boom too was that she hoped there was a pit of crocodiles waiting for that thrice damned snake.
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Post by Remus on Nov 29, 2016 21:59:01 GMT -6
Wow, this is a pretty great empty room.
The priest was gazing around, eyes instinctively trying to find something to focus on. As if attempting to spy that one thing his attention might be drawn to. Similar to when he was trying to help Nayru find a way into the very beast of a structure they now stood within. If he could do it once, he couldn't do it again right? The priest chuckled though, quietly, to the remark Lafiel let echo into the lingering silence, until Nayru commented as well.
Sure do love me some empty rooms.
This time, the priest chuckled louder. A laugh that reverberated and shook within his gut. Nayru's attitude towards most things generally drew a belly laugh of sorts from the priest, but he couldn't find the unrestrained humor with the still fairly oppressive atmosphere of the dark tunnels and halls coming down upon them from all directions. Even when they walked into a room with a more open ceiling, as the temple was reliable for having, he found the surrounding sensation that the architecture evoked to do the job. That wouldn't stop himself from laughing to a faint degree at-least.
Lafiel began speaking of the scarceness of the room, and Remus gazed ahead before that click filled the void of silence. Remus turned to look at Nayru before he too heard the rumbling. The crushing sound of grinding rocks and churning stone. Fear immediately seized him, and he instinctively extended a hand and began to project a brilliantly glowing blue barrier of rippling energy which formed around his immediate vicinity. What he thought was supposed to be a trio of himself, Lafiel, and Nayru. What he would learn all too late, was it was only two. Lafiel's scream was audible from their close proximity and lack of isolation as the stone walls closed into place, and his own shout of shock and confusion echoed into the void as his illuminating magic faded in place of an absolute focus on the protective barrier which cast its own softly glowing blue shade. However as the dust and smoke began to choke the air, effectively rendering sight useless for a small lapse of time, the priest pointlessly tried to utilize his other senses confirm Nayru's location. He coughed wildly though as he'd inhaled ancient dust layered heavily over hundreds and hundreds of years. He couldn't manage to speak properly, now lowering the barrier as he began to cast a light again. He felt every limb. He felt no wounds. So he was alive. Good. That was a start. Now to ensure the same for the other two, right?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 11:34:48 GMT -6
It wasn't Lafiel's first rodeo with traps in ruins - lamias REALLY liked traps and she didn't have enough sense to stay out of clearly marked 'dangerous' abandoned ruins either - but she wasn't exactly used to the f**k**g floor exploding, and unlike Nayru she didn't have a dozen lifetimes of dealing with sudden threats to life and limb. She was, in fact, actually a dumbass teenager instead of just acting like one, so the horrible rumbling of the entire world that coursed through her body and sent her off balance was overwhelming to the point that she had no real frame of reference for dealing with it. Doubly so given that she hadn't expected it at all, if she had been on edge already she could have reacted but going from 'safe space' to 'the floor is boom' was more than she had really seen coming.
So all in all Remus's barrier was pretty nice for the shielding it provided, certainly more than her arms crossed overhead in futility as if they would somehow stop the rubble falling from the shielding or a monstrous stone slab carrying her upwards to... parts unknown. That said, whether from luck, fortune, or the blessings of a kindly god (Lafiel wasn't religious but she was willing to pretend if needed), nothing particularly terrible happened. The slabs rising up around them didn't actually intrude in the immediate vicinity of the two of them, and any rubble from the ceiling was small enough to not shatter Remus's shield. Lafiel didn't know enough about staff magic to really be sure if it had been a huge investment or something totally trivial to him, but he seemed a little out of it nonetheless.
"Blagh," she coherently stated with the eloquence of ten thousand nobles, spitting out the acrid taste of dust, dirt, and dumbness. Whatever the hell mechanism they (Nayru) had triggered, it obviously hadn't been used in a long time. "Well, that explains the warning message on the map, thought it was just a joke. Woops!" The irrepressible (and lacking in self-awareness) snake chuckled lamely at her own joke(?), bopping the side of her head lightly to accentuate the statement. Ok, yes, so maybe she had been... slightly... terrified out of her mind before, but everything was A-OK now. Especially since she was alone with her prey. Plus, this WAS actually pretty exciting. She never really got to do all the fun stuff before SOMEONE had to be a buzzkill and drag her home... or leave her to die in an underground ruin... yea this was a pretty big step up all things considered. "Too bad about whats her face, huh?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 3, 2016 12:12:33 GMT -6
Nayru coughed up either dirt or the remnants of her lungs, it was kind of hard to tell when they both tasted the fuckin same, slightly dazed but wracked by agonizing pain or the morbid realization of watching her limbs scattered around the clearing. At least not that she could see. Not that she could, uh, see a whole lot, aside from the dim golden glow of her scales, and quite frankly she wasn't exactly the best source of constant light like Remus was. The dragon's constant control had never been all that good, and while she had definitely improved compared to her older failures, that didn't mean that she was a constant-emission type like Aerious and Aeos; Nayru's essence flowed and pulsed in waves and explosions, a power innately destructive rather than blessed by utility. Keeping up a dim glow up from her full-shifted right arm was about the best she could do without moving on to actual lightning, and THAT would be exhausting to actually keep up for long. This was... a little tiring, but she could do it for a while at least.
Speaking of tiring, she had to strain to move the slab of stone leaning against her away, barely channeling enough power to keep her right arm shifted but without the sheer bursts of strength she usually exhibited with it. Glorified f**k**g torch pretty much. Doing her best to ignore the irony / patheticness of a dragon using their power for underground lightning, she shoved the slab off her, taking a sort of immature joy in hearing it crash and crumble as it struck the ground. Stupid f**k**g... rocks. Whoever made this place needed a punch in the dick.
One of the walls had erupted under her, and already on edge from the unexpected occurrence, honed by a LONG time dealing with ruin traps, the dragoness had reacted the way she knew best - fight or flight, except her switch was always turned to 'fight'. So she had, er, full-shifted her arm and punched down as hard as she could. Hadn't been anywhere near sufficient to actually destroy the whole wall, and she did NOT want to find out what happened if she destabilized anything more than that, but it HAD crushed a part of the mechanism and splintered enough of the rising wall to leave her mostly undamaged, aside from falling rubble and bruised pride anyways.
"Interesting..." Squinting in the dim light, Nayru knelt down, inspecting the scene of the crime. The magic-enhanced blow hadn't done anything truly stupendous to the touch stone floor, but the impact crater had still been large enough to expose something of the goings-on below. It looked like there might be a... room of some sort under them... to store the stone slabs that had risen up, probably? The dragon looked up at the walls surrounding her, looming great and terrible in the growing gloom. God, she f**k**g hated mazes. And Lafiel. Whose obnoxious, girlish voice could be clearly heard declaring her dead.
"I heard that, you overgrown lizard," Nayru shouted in return, almost instantly made ACUTELY aware of the severe irony of HER of all people saying that. Not... her best insult ever. But at least only she would need to live with the horrible burden for the rest of her life, Lafiel would just take it personally. "Remus, I'm going down to investigate, you two check out the archives. I'll meet up with you when I can!" She didn't bother mentioning that she didn't actually have a plan, Nayru was a firm believer in the philosophy of 'do, not think,'but if necessary she'd start punching through walls until she found them or got killed in a cave-in, 50 50, and she liked those odds. And besides, she couldn't in good faith NOT investigate what the hell was going on with whatever crazy mechanism had done all... this. It was a level of engineering she hadn't actually seen on Elibe, and for it to be working after so many years - possibly as many as 600-900 years if Lafiel was actually right - made it all the more intriguing.
"Well... bottoms up," she muttered, hopping down the jagged hole with one hand clasping the edge to control her descent. Climbing down would take a bit of work and all her attention, but it was better than going through a stupid f**k**g maze.
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Post by Remus on Dec 5, 2016 18:06:45 GMT -6
Lafiel's first quip of joke translations was lost to the slightly shell-shocked Remus. Though he'd managed to conjure and maintain the barrier, it was all out of instinct. His body simply acted through a reflexive sense of self preservation. He was lucky that he'd become so proficient with it over the passage of time. Otherwise, he'd have very likely been crushed by debris. Unless Lafiel, like Nayru, had super strength and had intended to punch them all out of the way. Who knew. Maybe her composure was a facade. Still...as his eyes adjusted to the plethora of changes in lightning which had instantly befallen him, Remus began to rouse mentally.
Fully coming to, he lowered the barrier as his other hand began to project more light around the pair. The swirling clouds of dust became visibly emphasized with dancing brown bulbous plumes before they settled or dispersed. The blue haired priest turned to gaze at Lafiel as she spoke again. A shame? A shame about who? Where's Nayru though. I don't see her....
Perhaps he wasn't fully out of shell-shock mode because he wasn't putting two and two together that Lafiel was talking about Nayru, and that Nayru was probably dead. Victim to the colossal tag-team force of gravity and her older brother, five thousand tons of ancient jerky-boulders. A voice chimed in, and as the priest began to fathom that Nayru was now dead, Nayru's voice interrupted his thoughts about dead Nayru.
Shhh. Nayru. I'm trying to focus on finding Nayru!
Oh.
Oh!
The Priest instantly turned to face the wall from which audibly came the faint reverberated tones of the rather suicidal-proof, monstrously durable female dragon. A bright smile etched upon the young etrurian boys face before he nodded and leaned closer to speak up against the wall so that she might hear him.
"Okay! Er..be safe! Try not to kill anything that shouldn't get killed!"
That was the best he could do, but even hoping for the impossible was worth a shot. After all, no doubt she would land upon some innocent wooden table that had been just minding its own business before she obliterated it with a five minute fall leading into a ground shaking drop-kick. That or she'd just kind of climb somewhere since it sounded like she was planning on going down. Turning so his back was to the wall of rubble, which clearly was not a direction he could walk in, the priest tilted his head inquisitively and spoke up to Lafiel. His usual smile now back in place and his happy little world set straight. They were alive, and for the moment healthy. He could ask for nothing more!
"So er...since Nayru's going another way now. What do we do from here?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 18:38:01 GMT -6
Goooooooooood f**k**g dammit.
For a brief, blessed, beautiful moment in time, Lafiel had dared to dream, to hope against hope that the wicked witch of the west had fucked off to her castle of flying monkeys, or whatever it was Nayru did when not being a total b-word. Her dreams, as well as her soul, were shattered by the loud voice of the woman in question, though the snake did take some minor joy in recognizing the annoyance in Nayru's voice letting her know she had struck a nerve. Score! Besides, she didn't ACTUALLY want Nayru dead, just out of the way so she could work her ancient and powerful snakey magics on Remus... or at least that had been the idea. He was either immune, clueless, or gay, given how little reaction he had offered to her attempts so far.
Probably just a fluke. She'd try again later.
Still, trying to woo the guy in the middle of a dusty maze that was possibly trapped and/or likely to fall on top of them registered as a poor judgement call even to Lafiel's addled brain, so she temporarily pushed those sordid thoughts to the back of her mind and tried to focus more on the task at hand. And the idea that Nayru was going down. That just sounded weird. "I dunno how the hell she's planning on going down, last I checked the floor was fuckin made of rock" the lamia quipped, unfortunately forgetting that jokes were supposed to be funny. "You sure she didn't just walk out of the maze and ditch us or something? Anyway, this looks more like a maze or labyrinth or something, so if we get through to the other side we should be pretty much to the archives." Peering around the corner of what she... thought was... probably the right direction, she retracted her body to face back towards Remus with a cheeky grin, completely rebounded from the experience of a few moments before. "You coming or what? If you just follow one wall of the maze you'll almost always get to the other end eventually, it'll take some time but we'll get there."
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Post by Remus on Dec 6, 2016 13:23:45 GMT -6
I dunno how the hell she's planning on going down, last I checked the floor was fuckin made of rock.
Remus merely chuckled for a moment. A smile bright upon his lips as the priest extended his hand a bit higher to bathe their surroundings in vigilant illuminating rays of blessed magic. Nayru had long since (he hoped) gotten used to his generally upbeat attitude. Especially the unwavering or unfaltering nature of it. His other hand brushed briefly through the scruffy blue hair that had been laden with dust and debris. His tone reflecting the unshakable faith he held in his draconic friend while he flashed a wider grin towards Lafiel.
"Nayru will be fine~ She's the one that got the doors open when we couldn't find a way in! Heh. She might even get there before us."
Leaving a few moments for that baffling little tidbit to sink in, the priest blinked around a few more times before tapping his staff against the ground. The wooden butt of the stave letting out two solid wooden thunk's before the holy man further increased the globe of light around them so that the entire room could be revealed. Lafiel drawing his attention once more as the pink haired Lamia inquired as to him joining her. He nodded and began taking a few steps forward, cradling his staff inbetween his arms with it resting upon the left side of his shoulder while clasping his hands. He continued allowing the lifted gem imbued top to still release light like a beacon in creeping shadows. His tone almost sing-song as he gazed around him before looking directly to the curvaceous serpentine tour-guide.
"Haha, absolutely. Lead on Lafiel. I'll follow you where ever you go~"
A warm grin as per Remus tradition, before he began to speculate what they might find. Archives in this place surely must've contained a literal treasure trove of information. Knowledge likely lost to Elibe. Worth more than any palpable sum, and it was soon to be re-discovered! The excitement made it easy to forget they'd almost just died a horrible instant(or not so instant but slow and agonizing) death.
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