[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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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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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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