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[+violet "Not in any of the times of my being here has that ever happened. Sure the place is an old ass tomb, but the mechanisms never functioned for us. And they sure as hell didn't break apart."] Magistra drug herself to her feet by her little webbed hand, dusting herself off further and walking to where the floor had broken apart.
Peering down already was Fatui, his eyes not particularly surprised by what he saw down there. A big light, coming from some indiscernible object far below where they were currently standing.
[+purple "Yeah, so. That's a core."] Magistra could tell from there as well, a rare and arcane thing.
[+violet "Now that's a treasure worth taking, but I'm sure you already knew that was there Stax."] Magistra, the more cunning of the two had put that together easily. Why else would one person spend a week looking for this place?
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond] [size15 [EB+Garamond Stax nearly fell on his side as the floor began to move, instead managing to turn the fall into a 'I meant to kneel down on the floor like this' kind of pose.
[+orange "The hell... why is th- oh its going faster."]
Realizing the floor was speeding up even more, he slammed his hands one at a time deep into the stone, and then followed with his feet.
Notably the armor on his torso had disappeared, a set of spiky carapace-like gauntlets and sabatons had taken their place on his hands and feet respectively. This would have the effect of lodging the man into the ground like a tick.
This would also force the man into an indiana jones style run as the center collapsed. Fortunately he was quick enough to not have to partake in the cliche that was; jumping at the last second as the bits of stone crumbled away beneath him and just barely catching the ledge.
When the rumbling had stopped, he let out an annoyed sigh, an equally irritated look on his face.
[+orange "It will of course be one of [i THOSE] dungeons isn't it. Great start..."] After scanning the room to assure the other two hadn't fallen in, he added, [+orange "AND the door is closed."] Having noted that the entrance had either closed on its own or one of them closed it and he didn't notice. Either case was entirely plausible.
It was at Fatui nodding back to Stax that the room began to rumble. It was growing in intensity, and a giant ring began to spin in the center of the room, all the while, the rumbling was growing stronger. Fatui had been trained to hold his stance under intends circumstances, but Magistra was sent flying across the room. She reached out to grab a hold of something, but didn't find anything, so she found herself slammed into a wall, where she loosed a little web from her abdomen, and proceeded to put her hand on it.
It lasted about a minute, the ring finally stopping its spinning, as it did, the ancient mechanism crumbled and collapsed, the floor beneath them breaking apart and falling deep into the mountain.
Magistra drug herself to her feet, wiping some dirt off of her parka.
[+Violet "So, that's never happened."]
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It was liable to be a short meeting, as the duo only had to advance what was likely only part way into the dungeon, but even still, it would be nice to save his strength for when they parted ways. He was after all, intending to go all the way down.
[+orange "That was what I meant. I'm not as strong as that number would have you believe..."]
While that wasn't entirely true, it wasn't entirely false either.
[+orange "Well either way, now that we have that settled, we can push forward with... reckless abandon!"]
Obviously joking, he nodded for Fatui to proceed as he had intended.
Even though it had been revealed that he was higher level than they were, he had no intention of doing anything more now. Besides that, it was best someone who was familiar with the place lead.
[+Violet "If you aren't questioning any of my extra meters, I'm not questioning yours."] she had a strange character portrait as well. Of note was a bar that looked like webbing, and a bar that was a wispy green, and an adjacent that had a wispy pink. Both of them had these bars, but Fatui had an extra that had nothing in it and simply read "Rhythm" on the backdrop. Though, all duelists had a rhythm bar, it built up as the fight went on and was expended when he performed actions specific to a duelist.
The other three bars were spiderkin specific, two representing poison, the other representing how much webbing their body had available.
Both of them had these bars.
[+purple "Bio-Knight? The hell?"]
[+Violet "Nevermind that, he's level thirty seven. I've only known one person higher and that was mom. Level forty something."]
[+purple "Level forty two. Yes, then she vanished. Likely to ascend."] the two of them hadn't even breached thirty. They were both level twenty seven, each having taken twenty levels in their base class and seven in a specialty.
[+Violet "Again, nice to have you along. Let's get on with this, shall we?"]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond] [size15 [EB+Garamond [+orange "Good good."]
He quickly accepted it. The first thing of note would be the fact that he completely lacked the usual blue mana bar, and that instead, there was a gold bar in its place. Something that, was entirely unheard of.
Secondly his class was called Bio-Knight, which to the knowledge of an inhabitant of this world was a gibberish word preceding an actual class.
Lastly his level was unusually high. 37, just 3 shy from the wall that was 40. It was possible to go above 40, but the amount of EXP one needed to do so was insanely high compared to how much one could earn at that point.
[+orange "Your card isn't broken on your end. Lets just say its an issue on my end, so don't worry about that stuff."]
He'd managed to explain away the strangeness of his stats that way before, and so it only made sense to do so here.
[+Violet "I'll invite you. Just a moment."] She closed her eyes for a moment, and focused on Stax for a brief moment, just long enough that when she opened her eyes again, he had a pending invitation to their party. He would be a good fighter if he could keep up. If he couldn't, he'd make a nice distraction.
[+purple "Good thing you reminded her. She's generally party leader cause she's a rog-"]
[+Violet "[b Alchemist.] I don't call you a fighter. I call you a duelist."] she'd say, wanting everyone to refer to her prestige class CORRECTLY.
[+Violet "Just accept the invite and we'll be on our way."]
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[+orange "I.. uh. Know some...Er yeah, lets just get inside. I like that idea"]
The three would advance inside the dungeon, the front chamber presenting likely the least danger of all the room. Usually they were safe. Usually.
[+Orange "Yo, Fatui, we might want to party up before we actually start moving forward. Even if it is only temporary. So I guess the question is do you want me to invite the two of you, or, as I assume you are already in one of your own, will you be inviting me?"]
The adventurer seemed quite surprised at what Magistra had in her arsenal. She chuckled a little.
[+violet "Don't know much about alchemy do you big guy? I've got explosive potions, poisons, acids, healing pots, aphrodisiacs and love potions. If you're looking to buy, that is."] she'd say shooting him a wink and meshing her carapaced hands together, inverting them, then pushing them outwards, causing her knuckles to pop.
[+purple "Let's get inside before the weather decides to pick up."] With these words, Fatui moved to the center of the huge door and put his wrapped hands on them, pushing with all his might. And sure enough, a loud creaking could be heard as the ancient door moved aside before his strength. The berth was so wide that Fatui had to step forward whilst opening it. After a few seconds of effort, the doors were open wide enough for the three of them to enter with little issue.
On the inside was a massive antechamber, looking more befitting for a tomb. It was warm, and ancient Braziers burned all over the room.
[+violet "Alright Fatui, and Stax I guess. I'm guessing you aren't great at identifying alchemical reagents. I'm looking for Malokk's Grasp. It's a lot like ivy, but hostile. I need about two feet of it. I remember one of the tombs in this place had some wrapped around it last time I was here."] Fatui nodded in her direction, moving forward to begin exploring the chamber.
[+purple "Let's see what we can get into."]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond] [size15 [EB+Garamond As he stamped out the fire, evidently Magistra did know him, as she promptly explained.
[+orange "Ehe. Well. Not sure how to take that. Thanks for not betting on the other guy I guess?" ]
As they reached what Fatui seemed to say was their destination, he couldn't help but be puzzled as Magistra pulled out several potions.
[+orange "Wait.. those aren't-"]
A multitude of explosions drowned out his words, as his jaw dropped. When the seemingly mad alchemist was done chucking potions he cried out.
[+orange "YOU HAVE GRENADES?! I MEAN, UH. EXPLODING... BOMB... POTIONS?!"]
They had caught him off guard, as they did with every fly. This one was particularly useful, and from the way he looked at Magistra, he may very well be caught in a different web altogether. Magistra smiled honestly, giving her plump lips a lick to keep the frost from building up on them. At that though, she put her hood back on her head, ass length red hair still spilling out onto the black parka.
Fatui answered his questions while she remained silent, rooting around in a leather satchel on her side for something.
[+purple "Yes, we've been before. Your issue is that the door often gets snowed in. We have an easy way through that little obstacle though."] it ticked in Magistra's mind that Stax was a name she knew. She'd even seen him fight before. She knew who he was. At this thought she chuckled.
[+violet "You're [b that] Stax aren't you! I saw you fight! I actually won a lot of gold that day."] it was then that she bit her tongue quickly. Fatui sighed aloud.
[+violet "Hope you still fight that fiercely. Who knows what we'll run into in there. Come on."] it seemed he had grabbed most of his necessities.
The three of them set off, Fatui leading the way while Magistra and Stax followed. The telltale signs of a trail were there, except not. Fatui was leading by memory alone, he could see something the other two couldn't until he stopped at what seemed to be just a massive snowbank.
[+purple "Alright Magistra, do your thing."] with a little giggle she stepped forward while Fatui stepped back. She quickly took her parka off, revealing her pale skin to the winter weather, an ornate bustier being her only clothing under it, and upon the black leather were dozens of tiny strange vials. But those weren't what she was reaching for, she was turning her parka inside out, revealing a grey furred interior lined with bigger potions, all glowing red and emitting a warmth that could be felt several feet away. She tied the inside out garment about her waist and began tossing the potions into the snow.
[+violet "Cover your ears boys!"] at this, a multitude of fiery explosions erupted from the snow, blowing or melting it away and revealing in the side of the mountain, a massive and meticulously designed door.
[+Magenta "Here we are."]
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With an exhale he let out the sudden tenseness that had come with having his 'opponent' rush him, only to shake his hand.
[+orange [i That's some speed holy shit.]] He thought to himself, as the man introduced the two of them.
It took a moment for their words to sink in, as he had been lost in the concept that for once, he wasn't dealing with hostile shitstains. If the guy was going to attack him, the dude would have used that speed to hit him while he was napping.
[+orange "..Wait, so yall know where the dungeon is? Hooooh. I been up here for the last week trying to find that stupid thing."]
He let out a dry, half laugh.
[+orange "Shit yeah.. That. That sounds nice.. I'm St-"]
He tripped over his name, almost forgetting that if they weren't hostile now, dropping his name might change that. The fact that his name would be revealed if he joined their party forced him to follow through.
[+orange "Stax... "]
There was a short pause after he said his name, as he attempted to read their faces for any sort of change. Either they didn't care, or it was much more difficult to understand the subtle facial ques that indicated derision, of someone who didn't have an entirely human face.
He found himself staring slightly too long at the girl's face. Magistra.
Dropping the usual 'fuck it, it's probably fine if I haven't been stabbed yet' logicbomb on the aforementioned infamy thing he returned to the issue at hand.
[+orange "Ahem. Nice to meet you guys. Leme just grab my shit and we can get on our way then.. eh?"]
[+purple "Very well, let us do this."]
He looked back at the woman for a brief moment. The woman nodded towards the man, and he rushed quickly into the adventurers sword range, not having drawn his blade, but rather throwing out his arm quickly. He grabbed the adventurers hand and quickly began shaking it vigorously. After a moment or two of the adventurer letting his sword arm hang limply in an awkward silence, the man stopped and took his mask off, revealing a faintly masculine face, gentle curves feeding into a strong jawline with a pair of stern purple, and faintly luminescent eyes. His fangs were hanging ominously from his upper jaw, and his breath smelt faintly sweet.
[+purple "My name is Fatui."]
[+violet "My name is Magistra,] [+magenta and we are spider siblings."]
They had no reason to kill this man. They were up here for the dungeon, same as him. It only made sense to the two of them to work together.
[+violet "I'm an alchemist and Fatui here is a sword for hire more often than not, sometimes he's a male pros-"]
[+purple "What my sister is trying to say is that we are here for a rare ingredient for a wealthy customer. It should be in the nearby dungeon, and we wanted to know if you wanted to tag along."] he had backed away from the man at this point, replacing his mask and shrugging his shoulders at the end of his statement, an informal party invitation.
If he didn't accept, it wasn't any skin off their back. It would just take a fair bit longer to clear the place out.
[+violet "We aren't looking for trouble, we just know this dungeon doesn't get visitors too often, so any help is welcome."]
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond] [size15 [EB+Garamond His bright blue eyes snapped open at her words. Just as his hand had found the alarm clock instinctively in the past, it found his sword.
[+orange "Nnnggh. Can't even take a nap this far up without some shit happening."]
In a flash he was up and at them, taking a fighting stance, his feet spread wide. Nearly put a foot in the fire to do that, and had to shuffle slightly to the side to actually achieve this action.. The sword was visually of low quality, with several chips in the blade. One could almost catch tetanus just from looking at the thing, with how rusted it was. It was held out towards them, angled strangely sideways, a slight indication that he was probably
On his chest was a dark plate that if one had observed him moments ago, was not there. It was chitinous not entirely unlike that which one of his two foes possessed naturally.
Analyzing his opponents, he found one to be a mummy and the other to be... a spider girl.
He frowned, as if he'd suddenly been fed something bitter. This wasn't going to be pleasant, he surmised.
[+orange "Well.. we gunna do this or what..."] He nodded towards the mummy, or more specifically his swords.
A pair of black silhouettes were painted against the snow. The man they stalked either hadn't taken notice of them or didn't care. Most likely the former. Black chitin and pale skin were the defining features. The figures were both gaunt, and could easily be mistaken as shadows of the mountain. They were looking at what appeared to be a lone adventurer in a camp that had been assembled on the plateau. The feminine figure drew back her hood, blood red hair spilling out onto her shoulders. She chuckled to herself, loud enough to hear.
[+violet "Is he really just going to go to sleep there?"] four eyes, each tinged a bloody red stared down the man who'd lain next to his campfire. She chuckled again, and ran her tongue over the fangs that hung over her lower lip. The other figure, a very shrouded one, his features hidden under a porcelain mask, spoke up.
[+purple "I certainly hope not. He's gotten so close to his goal."] the masculine figure stepped over the snowbank, his fine, black leather boots crunching the snow down as he approached the camp. From either side of himself hung an ornate blade, one straight, the other for thrusting. His pants were finely tailored, black,and tucked neatly into his boots. From the waist up his body was bound in wrappings, all the way down to his fingers, not a bit of his skin was visible, but his hair hung unkempt from the top of his head, ending just below where his ears presumably were.
The woman was behind him, wearing a heavy parka, and a pair of what seemed to be blue jeans. She didn't have any weapons, but her face was alluring, dangerously so. Her skin was as pale as the snow she walked on, a regular pair of grey sneakers donning her feet. Anyone who looked at her could tell she was spiderkin. The four eyes, the fangs, and the large bobbing abdomen that swayed behind her. Her compatriot was some unidentified humanoid, but they knew each other, and knew each other well.
[+violet "So, what brings the fly to the spiders web?"]
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