Night 57: South Hall

Jul 20, 2011 00:56

[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 ( Read more... )

trickster, s.t., scott pilgrim, peter parker, nigredo, depth charge, two-face, erika, sync, indiana jones

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witchdetective August 10 2011, 22:24:57 UTC
[ 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 ( ... )

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affictitious August 11 2011, 03:36:23 UTC
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 ( ... )

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witchdetective August 11 2011, 06:11:04 UTC
[ moved to hurr ]

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