Night 57: South Hall

[mustbethesuit]

[From here and here.]Well this was not as expected. The last hall he'd trekked through down here at least had those swell picture stories about death to entertain them on their way. Here, Peter had to settle for whatever amusement could be drawn from a pitch black room and all the adults holding the flashlights. So much for the Peter Parker Finger

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[toxicspiderman]

S.T. had switched schools so many times he hadn't bothered putting stuff up in the lockers. Which was good, because admitting that Peter's face wouldn't have been an unlikely candidate was embarrassing. Comic book poster, not nerd-baiting. S.T. had been too much of an asshole for people to shove around, but he got along with geeks.

At least the ones that bathed and let him get a word in edgewise.

He pulled his flashlight out of his back pocket and switched it on. Shit, did that make him the friendly guide who had some unpronounceable name and who died as soon as the heroes found the door?

There was the door. Whew. It looked creepy enough, giant snake and carved inscription. He started reading it off before Indy could barge in. "Only...those...two...who..."

[vsyourface]

Scott was too preoccupied with staying out of sight of Doom Girl - which, to his surprise, actually seemed to work. Either she didn't notice him at all, or she did and was extremely good at hiding it. Scott wasn't going to count out the latter possibility, but the important thing for right now was that she wasn't going to come and harass him in front of all his bros. That would just be embarrassing.

The girl's group was, thankfully, gone by the time Indy and Peter put their respective artifacts in the indentations on the white marble doors. He followed S.T. inside, gripping both his weapons a little tighter as they moved into a nearly pitch-black hall. The only thing he could really make out at first was that the flashlight beams didn't reach far. Short hallway, he supposed. What was that at the very end, though? He couldn't quite make it out yet...

Oh.

Indy's gonna love this, Scott thought with a slight "ulp" as S.T. read the inscription above the giant-ass snake thing currently towering over their group.

[scalyfishman]

They left the others behind to explore the ballroom and its myriad of hallways- yeah, good luck with that- for the next hallway, once the shield and sword and been properly inserted into the doors. Depth Charge hadn't trusted those doors. He didn't know enough about earth symbolism or whatever to say for certain, but there was a kind of forced joy to their carvings that clung to his uncertainty like static, buzzing in his back teeth

[its_the_mileage]

"Nice lighting," he agreed as they moved past the open doors into a small dark room. Pitch dark. Perfect place for an ambush, Indy thought

[witchdetective]

[ from here ]

Indeed, the "puzzle" for the door was something so basic that Erika didn't even consider it worth her time. Perhaps she really was just in a foul mood and didn't want anything more to do with the basement, but her attitude changed after she opened the now unlocked door and made her way inside... Just a few steps. Sync was indeed correct about needing a light in this dark hallway, though what the light revealed to her was a pleasant surprise.

The imagery and architecture was just as depressing as the other hallways they've been to, but the only item of interest to the girl was the dark door at the very end of the hall. Dark was the best word to describe it as it was carved with vicious demons and a carved snake protruding out of the middle, mouth open to display vicious fangs. Luckily for them, there was something carved on the bottom that could easily be understood as instructions

[affictitious]

Ugh, these doors. You could never get away from family when the imagery was just everywhere. There was a slight lift to his lip as he stared at it, but it was out of his sight and pushed to the back of his mind as they went through. God, the structure of this place - architecture aside, mostly meaning the "put square artifact in slot B" thing - would have given Indiana Jones a hard-on.

Oh, nevermind. More Biblical imagery. Ch - okay, no. That was in bad taste.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness rather quickly, the aid of the candles along the wall adding to the light from the girl's flashlight. The carvings were a little less holy than chorusy, trumpeting angels (there had only been one real trumpeting angel, thank you very much), but it was still the same old, same old. Not even tapestry-worthy.

Their little group bumbled to the end of the surprisingly drafty hallway, halting at - of course - a giant freaking snake statue. You couldn't can it, could you Landel? You just had to go and name him Noah Morgenstern and create his own

[witchdetective]

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