[from here]S.T. switched on his flashlight as he started down the stairs. The torches flickered, and they were sitting ducks. Not tripping over his own shoelaces would be a plus
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"Seen that one," Indy commented to Taylor on his way down the stairs. "In the ruined town to the east of the compound. I don't recommend it." Thinking about the minotaur still irked him, as much because they'd had so much trouble with it as because it shouldn't've existed in the first place. He, Lunge and Ryuuzaki were lucky the night had ended when it did.
He was all for that kind of luck, but continued progress would be nice too. Indy led the way toward the first door to their left, across the room from the door they'd entered last night.
It didn't look like Jones was interested in grabbing another candle, although Harvey couldn't blame him after last night. Granted, the fact that he'd almost burned himself twice had actually helped them solve that sphinx's riddle, so maybe it would have been a good idea to take one again
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Freaky mutant powers? Indy'd heard a little about Peter's (mostly climbing up walls, as far as he knew), but last he'd checked, Pilgrim didn't have any, unless you counted a near-superhuman ability to remain doggedly enthusiastic in lousy circumstances. Maybe there were special powers involved in fighting vegans, Indy thought dryly.
If they were picking teams, Indy's first thought was Dent. After working together so many times, Indy was certainly more comfortable with him than with Taylor or "Depth Charge." Convenient, then, that Taylor had invited Depth Charge, and Scott knew Taylor. That left Dent, Peter, and Indy himself.
They'd made it down here in good time again; he was impatient to find out what was behind the other door. He didn't waste any time in making the suggestion. "What about you three and us three," Indy said to the group in general, gesturing to indicate what he meant.
The second that people started throwing around terms like "freaky mutant powers" and "my old body," Harvey felt his mind make a valiant attempt to just shut off. It was odd, because other than the blue hair, spandex, and sword, the group seemed normal enough. But then some of the things they said made Harvey wish for the relative normalcy of Gotham all over again. He knew there was something wrong when he was missing that pit of crime. Home was home, though, and he couldn't really think of anywhere else he'd go if he ever got the hell out of here
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It would've been impossible not to recognize the room immediately. The sound of water and the flicker of candles greeted them as Indy stepped over the threshold and found himself back in the ballroom.
"Two tests down," he said. "The maze we saw last night, and the room the others went to. Is that all of them?" That involved some assumptions on his part, but Indy had a hunch they were good ones. The other thing he had (aside from a lot of screaming discomfort) was an overwhelming sense of relief. The room still looked uninhabited by anything non-human. They could wait out the rest of the night in here.
Depth Charge semi-limped back across to their Designated Fearless Leader, Spiderman and presumably Dent too as they exited their own chamber. They were gonna make one serious sight for sore eyes, the six of them: they had a wide enough range of injuries between them all to keep the largest medical bay in Cybertropolis busy for cycles. He'd thought he'd smelled smoke when he first entered the ballroom, and now having seen the other team in person he was certain: they were visibly scorched and bandaged so fire had obviously been involved, though just what the Pit they'd been up against specifically remained a mystery to the Maximal.
Then again, what right did he have to be surprised, having seen what he'd seen this evening? Or, seriously, how could he find the energy to be surprised? He was too busy being relieved that they'd all made it out of there alive. He stopped short, hand still plastered across his side, pressure on the wound. "You get the goods?"
If their reward for all this would have been getting to have a drink at a bar, Harvey might have even called it worth it. It was true that alcohol stung like hell these days because half of his mouth was a gaping wound, but he could handle that kind of pain for the haze that came with being inebriated. Honestly, he would have been happy with that
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It took maybe five seconds before Scott's arms lowered for reasons of ow ow ow side ow. The Vicodin was a help, but it hadn't dulled everything, not yet anyway. So much for delusions of pixellated grandeur.
"He's pretty obscure. You've probably never heard of him," Scott answered Depth Charge through the faint haze of pain and painkilling. The probable robot in disguise was headed for the door. S.T. wasn't following. It took Scott a moment to realize that S.T. probably couldn't move after having to pop his knee back in place. In fact S.T. had already said as much; Scott had just forgotten in his momentary ITEM GET! euphoria
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Between himself and Scott, they had two good legs and enough painkillers to make it out of the ring and back to the dance floor. The other guys had already arrived. Everyone looked like shit but he didn't see anything that needed an ER. Second and third degree burns handed out like flaxseed birthday cupcakes -- overdone and yet still oozing. The smell was overpowering. Rather than throw up on anyone's shoes, he pulled the collar of his shirt up over his nose. It muffled his voice, but that didn't matter. The action was over
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"Seen that one," Indy commented to Taylor on his way down the stairs. "In the ruined town to the east of the compound. I don't recommend it." Thinking about the minotaur still irked him, as much because they'd had so much trouble with it as because it shouldn't've existed in the first place. He, Lunge and Ryuuzaki were lucky the night had ended when it did.
He was all for that kind of luck, but continued progress would be nice too. Indy led the way toward the first door to their left, across the room from the door they'd entered last night.
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If they were picking teams, Indy's first thought was Dent. After working together so many times, Indy was certainly more comfortable with him than with Taylor or "Depth Charge." Convenient, then, that Taylor had invited Depth Charge, and Scott knew Taylor. That left Dent, Peter, and Indy himself.
They'd made it down here in good time again; he was impatient to find out what was behind the other door. He didn't waste any time in making the suggestion. "What about you three and us three," Indy said to the group in general, gesturing to indicate what he meant.
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It would've been impossible not to recognize the room immediately. The sound of water and the flicker of candles greeted them as Indy stepped over the threshold and found himself back in the ballroom.
"Two tests down," he said. "The maze we saw last night, and the room the others went to. Is that all of them?" That involved some assumptions on his part, but Indy had a hunch they were good ones. The other thing he had (aside from a lot of screaming discomfort) was an overwhelming sense of relief. The room still looked uninhabited by anything non-human. They could wait out the rest of the night in here.
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"Oh, they're out alright."
Depth Charge semi-limped back across to their Designated Fearless Leader, Spiderman and presumably Dent too as they exited their own chamber. They were gonna make one serious sight for sore eyes, the six of them: they had a wide enough range of injuries between them all to keep the largest medical bay in Cybertropolis busy for cycles. He'd thought he'd smelled smoke when he first entered the ballroom, and now having seen the other team in person he was certain: they were visibly scorched and bandaged so fire had obviously been involved, though just what the Pit they'd been up against specifically remained a mystery to the Maximal.
Then again, what right did he have to be surprised, having seen what he'd seen this evening? Or, seriously, how could he find the energy to be surprised? He was too busy being relieved that they'd all made it out of there alive. He stopped short, hand still plastered across his side, pressure on the wound. "You get the goods?"
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"He's pretty obscure. You've probably never heard of him," Scott answered Depth Charge through the faint haze of pain and painkilling. The probable robot in disguise was headed for the door. S.T. wasn't following. It took Scott a moment to realize that S.T. probably couldn't move after having to pop his knee back in place. In fact S.T. had already said as much; Scott had just forgotten in his momentary ITEM GET! euphoria ( ... )
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