quest eight | tricksy treatses?

[noobtrampolines]

CHARACTERS | everyone!
DATE | October 24th~31st
RATING | PG?
SUMMARY | It's that time again-- time for a Halloween quest! As you wake up, everyone has a message waiting in their flash mail from the GMs with a checklist and it seems you're garbed in a unique costume upon exiting the building you slept in!

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[trap_phantasm]

A witch costume.

Really, now.

Pandora made no real comment about the game's apparent lack of tact, and whatever displeasure she felt was only conveyed through the slightest of body language. Nevertheless, they'd been given a task, and while tormenting the other players was entertaining, that last incident where they hadn't got to have their fun rather killed the mood for that.

So, questing it was.

There was no need to check her Relic, as many other players around the entrance of the dungeon were preoccupied with. She had gone over the list and memorized it well by now; it was quite simple, after all.

For the sake of the other players in the dungeon, one could only hope that she and her partner would stick to the quest and that alone, but...

[trap_factory]

With the witch is none other than the Grim Reaper himself. The skull mask covering the upper part of his face was a nice touch, but the recent incident in Lumina Cloth still had Prometheus up in arms. Just what did these people take them for? Wimps?

Unlike the ever so deadpan Pandora, her brother was looking decidedly less calm and more irritated than anything. When one got used to all the senseless killing (and a small part of him did still felt disgust at that) it was quite a shock to suddenly be told that, no. The powers that be (blast that Albert) would not let him carry on as per usual.

"Quite joking around..." he hissed before he turned to look at Pandora with a grin.

"We got the E-cans- health drinks. Ready to go, or do you think we're going to need another party member again?"

[trap_phantasm]

The grin is returned with Pandora's usual stare.

"Preparations are... satisfactory. We are... ready to begin at any time..."

She wasn't opposed to the idea of using another member at the moment, but since so many people were here on the field at once, going it by themselves seemed a safer choice. This way, at least, they'd have more 'options' as to how to collect the quest items... a third person would serve to do nothing, save getting in their way.

The witch holds her grimoire to her chest, closed for now, and turns her gaze to the dungeon ahead.

"...Proceed straight to the end... and engage in battle only when it is... opportune to do so..." she murmured.

[trap_factory]

The scene would look strange to any outsider; a quiet girl with a doll-like stare and her loud companion with the wild eyes. In spite of the blank look directed at him Prometheus' grin just grew wider.

The Reaper pulled out his scythe and swung it a couple of times to get a feel for it. This thing was heavier than his usual weapon...

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Prometheus swung the scythe onto his shoulders and started down the hall. "Doesn't this sound fun...?"

[trap_phantasm]

Pandora followed after the Reaper, quiet as a whisper. How had that one Mega Man described it? The weak made way for the strong, and perished in their wake...

Though she didn't think of that particular woman all too highly, The Witch knew that in this case, she may have had a point. If she and Prometheus were to continue this sort of strategy, they would need to quickly and covertly boost their levels above the insignificant people they preyed upon. It wouldn't do to be caught--

...caught...

...doing something like that, this early on.

A flicker of emotion might have sparked in Pandora's eyes, but it was gone as instantaneously as it came.

[trap_factory]

Whether he noticed the ghost of emotion on his sister's face or not is not clear. Prometheus didn't look like he was paying much attention to their surroundings save when a mob or two ran across them. Let's face it, after centuries of mowing down most everyone that crossed them, saying 'no' to battle was something that the Reaper was simply not going to get used to right away.

So it ended up taking them a little longer than expected to get through to the last room. The battles that Prometheus got them in netted them a few candy pieces at least, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.

Once they reached the last room, he turned to look at Pandora, "You doing okay for energy?"

Because even if Model W wasn't attached to them, Prometheus had no guarantee that the limit Albert put on them was void here. All there was left was; "Another waiting game, huh?"

[trap_phantasm]

Having kept behind Prometheus a good deal of the time, Pandora hadn't taken on much damage at all, save for when the odd monster got through his sweeping Reaper attacks, and those were quickly taken care of by her own magical abilities. She would have preferred to save her energy for when they got to the appointed room, but it couldn't be helped... and it hadn't been a total loss, she supposed.

Prometheus' question gave her a little something to think about-- did these bodies need the same kind of treatment as the ones they'd grown so used to in those centuries of torment? It had barely been a day, but there was cause to be anxious...

On the other hand, she felt reasonably fine, so she nodded back slowly. She trusted that Prometheus would be alright as well-- even though his sense of self-preservation was really just as fragile as her own.

"It won't be long..." she murmured in response to his last question, then turned her gaze to the hall behind them.

[trap_factory]

They had a few Spirit Drops to spare. Despite the low level, the fact that they had combat experience in conjunction with their usual tag team fighting tactics, this whole thing just worked in their favor. No, getting caught killing these new players so soon, while they were still weak, would not be a good thing at all. Poor sense of survival or no, the two had something they still had to do.

Once he saw Pandora's nod, Prometheus settled himself against the side of a pillar that was partly hidden from view. His scythe was resting against one of his shoulders, away from the doorway and just out of view. The former Reploid had to admit; the color scheme of this place along with the cosmetic changes to his attire and weapon really did wonders for this plan.

...

Well, the two of them would know whether these bodies needed maintenance in two days time. Until then-

He chuckled insanely under his breath. "Won't this be fun?"

popping innnnnnnn to get things moving *A*

[longskirt]

The costumed blade brandier didn't realize there were two other players approaching from behind, but he was a tad more focused on the mob in front of him. It shouldn't have been so difficult-- monsters such as these, dumb and deaf and fodder for his blade, not falling with one fell swoop as they should be. It had nothing to do with his lack of a gauntlet, leaving his burned and bandaged arm to hang at his side. He'd fought for so long with a combination of a sword in one hand and the sharpened claws of the gauntlet on the other in harmony, now off-kilter and fairly awkward but certainly not lacking in power or strength

why hello there ♥

[trap_phantasm]

...What an embarrassing costume.

Granted, it made Pandora feel better about what she'd been stuck with, in some small part of her that still cared for that sort of thing. But what stuck out most about this other player was that he looked like he was having trouble, fighting on his own like that.

Perhaps they could have a little fun tonight after all. Pandora, however, made no indication if she was interested in moving from her post-- if they were to strike, then it would be Prometheus' decision.

Were Albel paying attention, he might have been able to hear the faint tinkling of bells as Pandora shifted in her spot, poised and waiting.

[trap_factory]

A part of him was laughing at everyon's ridiculous outfits; his own Reaper costume with it's skull mask just added to the stupidity of the whole thing. Oh well, it's not as if he or Pandora ever really bothered to introduce themselves to insignificant bugs

[longskirt]

The captain turned his head just slightly, reflexes too fast to entirely hide but still difficult to tell he'd moved more than a twitch. He was certain he heard a faint tinkling

[trap_phantasm]

How rude.

Pandora revealed herself as well, standing opposite her brother. She certainly didn't look threatening, by any means-- just a girl in a cute little witch costume, with no real weapon on her to speak of aside from the book she hugged close. She seemed harmless enough... but there was something off about the way that she stared at the stranger, hollow, as if she were only a doll mimicking emotions when a flicker of disappointment played across her features.

"That's too bad... we could really have used... a third member..."

She gave Albel a slight, girlish tilt of the head, as though asking him to reconsider. Judging by what they'd seen of his disposition, it was unlikely... but one could never tell with some people. In any case, Pandora would wait patiently for Prometheus' next move, whatever that happened to be.

[trap_factory]

"Oh?"

Prometheus appeared to be completely unphased. So the previous fight that this guy had been in wasn't just bravado after all. His eyes narrow for a moment before he returned to just smiling. Looks like this one was a deadend. But even if they couldn't use him for this event, maybe they could get a little more information off of the Blade Brandier.

This sort of person probably wouldn't be lured in by Pandora's innocent act and Prometheus didn't want to tip off any passing players by flat out attacking Albel, which left him with-

"She's right, we could have used a third member..." just visible beneath his mask, Prometheus' grin widens. "But it sounds like you're familiar with this fighting thing. Is it something you did before?"

This will be a good check to see if they should worry about other combat-capable people showing up or not.