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He woke up with a pounding headache and not realizing where exactly he was. Unfortunately, not an uncommon occurrence, but whenever it did happen it never left a warm and fuzzy feeling.
***
"Folding again?"
"Best two out of three, isn't it? I thought I'd give you a chance by handing you the first two rounds."
"Or you are losing your touch at cards."
"Well, that, too."
***
So terrible when half baked plans go awry. Though, considering their rather lofty goal of exit spelunking, it should be expected that at some point their Noah given abilities would simply shut off. Without warning to boot. Really, if it didn't happen, it would be odd.
He called out again for the older man down the pit, but got no response. Tyki sighed and muttered something about how this better not be bottomless as he went to go find some rope.
***
"At least you didn't disgrace yourself completely. You won one hand."
"Always inspiring, you know. If you decide being part of a cult to remake the world doesn't turn out for you, I'm sure some school could use a counselor."
"Not a bad idea. I could get you a job at the school cafeteria."
***
He dug around in his pockets and found his matches to get a good look at where he had landed. It took three or four tries, but he finally managed to get one lit. After blinking from the glare, it seemed this cobwebbed and rarely visited section of this place seemed a trophy room. But rather than have the occasional deer or moose head, it held those of humans and other such creatures.
Tacky. Terribly tacky. They could have at least just done skulls like the Boss.
He let the light go out with a sigh.
***
"It needs a name."
"... You can't be serious."
"No. No. It needs a name. Better chance of success, don't you think? Though, scratch pad idea twenty seven doesn't have quite the ring to it I was hoping for."
A slight shove. "How about we discuss this later?"
***
Rope acquired he tied it securely to a statue of some nymph holding a jar. A jar that contained live bees, but they seemed content enough in their glassy little world. He kept that ever sharp dagger in close reach as he hauled the other back up. Never hurt to be prepared for any unexpected guests. And speaking of preparation, next time they should probably have a rope buddy system in place before trying to go down any doors that lead to very large pits.
***
The younger man grabbed the other's wrist and helped pull him through the opening. The other sat down heavily placing one hand on his forehead as he did so.
"Next time we draw straws. Should never mess with tradition after all."
"Oh? Tired of being the sore loser."
"Come now. The thought never crossed my mind."
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Alternate ending
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He woke up with a pounding headache and not realizing where exactly he was. Unfortunately, not an uncommon occurrence, but whenever it did happen it never left a warm and fuzzy feeling. He was about to bring a hand to rub his temple when he felt something familiar. He looked down at his hand and sure enough it was coated in a quickly drying red substance. He rubbed the tips of his fingers together and watched the color smear. The blood entranced him for a good ten seconds before he realized the time had passed. He shook his head and stood fishing for a light. After a few tries, he managed to get it lit and looked around.
Lovely. Who decorated their halls with humanoid head mounts? Terrible manners if you asked him. He called up to his younger version. No answer. He tried again with the same result. He furrowed his brow and tried to take a step up on air.
No good. He had figured as much, but it was worth a try. With a muttered curse, he began using the wall decorations as footholds to climb back up to the entrance with the lack of light hindering his process.
Though, with his eyes dyed a pitch black as they were, it was a wonder why he just couldn't see in the dark.
***
While the other man could hear the other shouting and trying to climb up, he decided not to help. Decided might be a bit too strong a word. He was still in a bit of a stupor. Still caught off guard trying to figure out what exactly happened. He didn't see the warning signs. Hell, he wasn't sure there was any.
Tyki pushed himself up off the floor slick with his own blood. He carried his side carefully as he did trying not widen the gash in his side. To avoid any more damage. He was having a hard enough time trying to hold the organs is at it was. Next step, the exit. To say it was a turtle's crawl to the door would have insulted the hard shelled creature, but once there, he gripped heavily on the wooden frame and pulled himself up.
He looked back on the darkened doorway where he had shoved the other down. He didn't think for a moment that the fall would kill him. No, but if they stayed together in the same room any longer, he wasn't so sure how long he would have survived with the first two strikes catching him completely blind sighted. And there was a question keep lingering in his mind and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, it shoved its way to the forefront.
Why had the other attacked him?
***
Truth be told, Solo has wanted to kill a version of himself for a bit (see the story with CV!Tyki). The original guess was he wanted to kill a traitor version of himself. Apparently this is not the case. Once I started writing the first draft of this it became apparent it was actually Cardio whom he wanted to kill. As if the guy couldn't get any more unstable. *sighs*