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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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...What?
[Just as her surrondings begin to change, so does he.
Jafar begins withering down to nothing more than a husk, nearly as lifeless as everything around her...
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Gotta say Lettuce girl having terrifying death powers is Not something I expected to see today. Or any day for that matter.
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Fucking PARDON?
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[throws a thumbs up from her vantage point of Still Bleeding On The Floor.]
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wither and decay
end this destiny.....
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As he dies, he raises his scepter and casts a beam of light.
He turns to dust, and the cave starts shaking heavily.]
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Uh, Cass? Anyone else? One of you guys might want to make a wish right about now.
[Because this is getting dangerously close to a cave in.]
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I WISH FOR STAN PINES' HEAD ON A PLATTER!
[Helpful.]
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[Like how is stans head on a plate gonna prevent a cave in bill]
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[YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE LAMP YOU STUPID CORN CHIP.]
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Raps? Raps! Come back to me!
[Nothing? Ugggggh. She spins around to the Genie. Last wish time.]
Genie! I wish we were all outside!
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[The Genie snaps his fingers and they all warp outside the bunker. With the last wish, the Genie is back in the lamp, but since he was holding Chicken Little, the lamp luckily ends up in his hands.]
You guys are out, and the mastermind (and Jafar) are dead. Congratulations!]
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Did we--did we do it?
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[She could care less about her wishes now. Where's her girl??]
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It's a lot going on, the wishing and the sudden change in scenery. Even under the thrall of the decay spell, Rapunzel is still vaguely aware of what's going on around her. So all of that, and the voice of one of the people she loves most in the world... like Varian's desperate cries, it's enough to bring her back.
She lets out a gasp, the inky black hair fading back to brown... and immediately flops onto the ground.]
Is... is everyone okay????
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I've got you. We're okay.
[It worked this time, Raps.]
Well... more or less.
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Mim-! Let me try to heal her! And anyone else who got hurt!
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[So while we're sure Cass is taking care of Raps, we should probably do something about the people who got shot real quick, so Chicken Little starts rubbing his hand against the lamp here to get Genie back out.]
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Hey, kid! Missed me while I was gone for three minutes?
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