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adventurersclub2020-08-01 12:00 pm
pleasureislanders) wrote in adventurersclub2020-08-01 12:00 pm
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Final Trial
[It seems as though the badge that Tadashi found fits neatly into the indent in the broken statue in the main room. Once inserted, the ground quakes as the statue begins to shift to the right, revealing a narrow, spiral staircase leading down, down into the ground.
Lots of secret passages in this place, huh?
Lit torches line the walls of the stairwell--clearly, someone is anticipating your arrival. As you descend down the staircase, the air grows cooler, not unlike the atmosphere when descending towards the trial room back on the island. The passage grows more and more narrow, until, eventually, you're forced to shimmy between the walls.
Eventually, however, there is a doorway. As you push yourselves out of the stairwell, you find yourself in a ruined chamber. Ancient stone carvings decorate the walls, crumbling and defiled after centuries of wear and tear. One of the walls of the chamber has been torn down to reveal an expansive cavern, wooden bridges spanning any drops and rope and pitons marking off certain areas where dig sites have been abandoned. The area is dimly lit by gas lanterns strung up around the rocky walls.
This isn't a trial room. It's an excavation site.
On the far side of one of the rickety bridges, shrouded in shadow, is a slim figure. They stand at attention, holding a cane in the crook of their arm. They slowly lift their hands and begin a slow, sarcastic clap that is heard throughout the cavern.]
Congratulations. You've made it here, no thanks to that ridiculous, cowardly genie.
[The voice echoes throughout the chamber, amplified by the acoustics of the cave. The speaker is male, and although his tone is otherwise friendly, there's a certain cold quality about it. Sweet, in the way that antifreeze tastes before it kills you.]
I must say, you are a tenacious bunch. But, unfortunately, this is where we end our little affair. But, before you make any rash decisions, I must remind you that I have your little friend in my possession.
[He shifts slightly, revealing the Genie's lamp tucked in his jacket. The artifact shines in what little light it can reflect, before he folds his jacket back. He chuckles to himself.]
You wouldn't want anything dire to happen to this lamp, now would you? [A pause.] Though, if you must know, he's the one who came up with the "murder game" concept. He's the one that kidnapped you and brought you to this place. So, really...if anything, you're going after the wrong guy.
Lots of secret passages in this place, huh?
Lit torches line the walls of the stairwell--clearly, someone is anticipating your arrival. As you descend down the staircase, the air grows cooler, not unlike the atmosphere when descending towards the trial room back on the island. The passage grows more and more narrow, until, eventually, you're forced to shimmy between the walls.
Eventually, however, there is a doorway. As you push yourselves out of the stairwell, you find yourself in a ruined chamber. Ancient stone carvings decorate the walls, crumbling and defiled after centuries of wear and tear. One of the walls of the chamber has been torn down to reveal an expansive cavern, wooden bridges spanning any drops and rope and pitons marking off certain areas where dig sites have been abandoned. The area is dimly lit by gas lanterns strung up around the rocky walls.
This isn't a trial room. It's an excavation site.
On the far side of one of the rickety bridges, shrouded in shadow, is a slim figure. They stand at attention, holding a cane in the crook of their arm. They slowly lift their hands and begin a slow, sarcastic clap that is heard throughout the cavern.]
Congratulations. You've made it here, no thanks to that ridiculous, cowardly genie.
[The voice echoes throughout the chamber, amplified by the acoustics of the cave. The speaker is male, and although his tone is otherwise friendly, there's a certain cold quality about it. Sweet, in the way that antifreeze tastes before it kills you.]
I must say, you are a tenacious bunch. But, unfortunately, this is where we end our little affair. But, before you make any rash decisions, I must remind you that I have your little friend in my possession.
[He shifts slightly, revealing the Genie's lamp tucked in his jacket. The artifact shines in what little light it can reflect, before he folds his jacket back. He chuckles to himself.]
You wouldn't want anything dire to happen to this lamp, now would you? [A pause.] Though, if you must know, he's the one who came up with the "murder game" concept. He's the one that kidnapped you and brought you to this place. So, really...if anything, you're going after the wrong guy.
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[He heard that!]
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[So did he! He shoots a fireball at the Genie.]
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Who would have thought that my weakness was fire?!
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Genie, hold still!
[gonna throw this bucket of cave water at you to put the fire out!]
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He douses the fire out! The Genie sputters and spits out way more water than Chicken Little possibly could have doused him with.
After a moment of wiping the gross water off him, he smiles sheepishly at the kid.]
You really didn't have to do that, you know. I'm sure a certain murderous sorcerer should be a bigger concern to you right now.
[He turns into an arrow pointing right at Jafar.]
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[he trusts her so much hes willing to just let her Go Off]
And... you're my friend too. I want you to be okay.
[he wasn't kidding when he told muntz to
fuck offshut up about Genie bringing him here, he likes Genie more than his own dad at this point.]no subject
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After we move out of the way, we should probably do something about those injuries...
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The Genie is just going to scoop Chicken Little up in a hug.]
You're the sweetest chicken I've ever met, you know that?
[... But yeah they should probably get away, huh?]
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better than the half assed hug his dad gave him at the end of the movie imo]Oh, thank you. I'm happy you think so.
[... chicken little would hug him back, but a. We should probably hecking move from this spot, and b. I just remembered that he's still holding onto corn chip Bill who is probably gonna get stabby with all this friendship happening if they keep this up.]
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Lose his genie powers or whatever happens if he accidentally kills.]
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