06 August 2014 @ 10:03 pm
[from here]

Taura stood on the threshold of the hallway, holding both double-doors open. She hoped Aigis and Sechs hadn't followed her; this was either a very good idea or the last one she'd ever have.

A promise was a promise, though, even to a monster that had threatened to eat her. Especially to a monster that had threatened to eat her. "Sphinx," she called out. Did it have a name? A gender? "It's Taura." She wasn't sure that would help, but the least she could do was treat it like a person. "The door's open. We're going to try to ki-um," She switched words at the last moment; if the Sphinx stayed out of loyalty rather than necessity, they didn't need to let it in on the plan. "Kick some ass." There, that was, well, not much less specific than kill Landel, but it had some leeway for explanations.

Then she waited, while claws scrabbled in the dark and growls echoed down the halls.
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19 September 2013 @ 04:56 pm
[from here]

This room was much smaller than the one they had visited the night before. It also was not so bright, but there was one thing that stood out--a giant creature that very well could be a Shadow had it worn a mask of the higher arcana. As it was, Aigis felt her breath leave her in a quick gasp. Could they really fight such a beast after having already fought off the enemy from before?

She could call on Athena but... no, after all she had done that night, she feared she could not rely on her Persona again. She was much too fatigued.

What were they going to do?
27 July 2013 @ 12:56 pm
[from here.]

This room was a stark change to the dungeon outside. It was gold and warm, with a low ceiling--it reminded Gabriel of an Egyptian tomb. The reason why was made obvious as soon as he looked face-forward and saw the reason why.

Sphinxes weren't actually real in his universe. Its gaze was piercing and ancient, but not enough to give the Archangel pause. He studied it back with just as much intensity and a lot of fascination. Could he ask a question? Should he? Probably not--not until he and Skulduggery had talked about their options. Sphinxes were known for their riddles, and Gabe couldn't risk beginning something before they were ready.

But he had to wonder how long the sphinx had been there, and whether it was a construct or a prisoner from another dimension like they were, and wished he could ask. If there was any chance of it being the last, maybe they could gain an ally.

He turned toward Skulduggery. "I think the purpose of this room is obvious," he said quietly, "but I've always found the value of making friends, myself. What do you think?"
28 March 2012 @ 12:03 am
[From here.]

Another ornate room met her eyes, one with a low ceiling and a gold finish everywhere she looked. The focus of her gaze, however, fell on the centerpiece--the strange creature Renamon had referenced. It looked to be a hybrid, an unrecognized formation of animals she knew well, but for some reason, Tear did not believe it to be a product of science. The sphinx maintained an antiquated countenance, as if it had originated from a point far in Earth's past.

Nothing so old could logically be conceived by artificial means.

One might have expected the soldier to outright stare as she had with the tapestries. Tear, however, recalled the existence of riddles and stayed respectably cautious, even as she could not hide the wonder in her blue eyes.
16 February 2012 @ 11:52 am
[From here]

Eventually, the doors gave way and spilled Goku out into an expansive room. It glittered and twinkled with the flicker of light, and the young child had took take a moment to ogle until he realized that he had come in here with a purpose. That purpose was huge and sitting right in the middle of the tall room.

It was a strange animal--More like the statue of a strange animal--and the source of the smell that clogged Goku's keen senses. The awe gradually faded and left him waddling eagerly toward the thing.

"I wanna ride it~!"
12 November 2011 @ 09:24 pm
> Rose: Explore

The purpose of this room went without saying. Its mythological inspiration was evident in every minute detail, from the smallest carving to its denizen, who sat imperiously on what passed for a throne for a quadrupedalian creature.

"I believe we have found what we were looking for," she said, to her two companions. Not the ultimate destination, as the Sphinx was a gatekeeper, though she could see no door in the room besides the one by which they had entered. That didn't mean there wasn't one, of course, just that one was not offered to them on a silver platter. Or gold, as befitting the decor.

Then she turned to the Sphinx. It would be rude, after all, to ignore their host. "Greetings. I am Rose, and these are Ilia and Gamzee. I assume you have a question to ask us. Shall we get started?"
24 July 2011 @ 05:07 pm
[From here.]

Technically, he should have offered the full explanation before opening the door, but here, the task was remarkably straightforward. It couldn't get as simple as this: a riddle or a battle. In addition, the creature at the center of the room would likely detail the logistics for him. Provided, of course, that it wasn't in a foul mood. Last time, things ended on a moody note with the Sphinx, though granted, his brother was likely the cause of that.

Nigredo sighed audibly and paused several feet away from the creature. This should hopefully prove quick. If not, he had several avenues to take.
19 February 2011 @ 09:37 am
[from here]

The room was warm. Boiler room? Anyone who'd gild the bowels of a psych ward was a nutcase. Or -- S.T.'s brain coughed up equally ridiculous yet plausible scenarios as he stepped through the door, flashlight trained on the floor in front of him. Glittering toilets for visiting foreigners who'd flown out of their palaces on a private jet for the best hospitals money could buy and gotten this. Bored politicians with earmarks to burn.

Or a madman zookeeper with a taste for the exotic. A giant abomination of a creature was lounging on a pedestal in the center, staring back with eyes that held at least a facsimile of intelligence. The image of a dying dolphin swam forward. Eyes misted over, skin sloughing off with a distinct resemblance to Harvey's face that S.T. shoved back into the swirling depths he currently called a brain. Whatever that thing was, it was completely wrong. Nature didn't put wings and a face on lions. Man did that, by dicking around with things he didn't understand.

Saying as much was a recipe for getting eaten by this particular abomination, so he just stood by the door and tried not to make eye contact. "What do you make of that?" he hissed, though keeping anything quiet enough for the creature not to hear was a lost cause.
21 May 2010 @ 10:06 am
[From here.]

L expected another dark hall, the decaying remnants of what had once been clinical, but he stepped through the door into warm, gleaming light.

The sudden change hurt his eyes, and he blinked against the brightness. It took a few seconds for his vision to adjust and sharpen again. As it did, he lowered his flashlight until its beam pointed at the floor, then clicked it off.

The room itself was not inviting: while it was rich and, in some ways, ornate, it was also oppressive, full of hard surfaces and angles, and dominated by a large, carved dais at its center. Everything he could see was gold, even the low ceiling. Atmospheres like this, full of ancient and terrible power, were a rare experience; the echos of archaic authority that had long since faded into obsolescence were somewhat more familiar to him, usually in the context of investigating the theft of some expensive trinket or other.

In this case, though, the power was still tangible. It sat on the platform. It was big, mostly lion, and -- yes, it was breathing; worse, it watched them through eyes that looked both intelligent and pitiless. As L stared back at it, its tail began to flick back and forth.

His expression, which had been both astonished and baffled, settled into a frown.

The situation raised a number of questions, most of them obvious. They weren't where they were supposed to be, and their current location mystified him; they might still be in the Institute, in some way, or it might be a new place entirely. This is what Landel meant by "renovations"? Or -- this is a "visitor"? Recalling the minotaur from a few nights earlier, he began to understand how unlikely it was that they had gone far.

He found that his confusion and curiosity were too fresh for fear to set in with the heaviness that he suspected it should have. Faint dread was present, but it was generalized, caused more by the portentous ambiance of the room itself than specifically by the beast at its center; it felt more like they were standing before a throne than in a lair. Even so... if the beast decided to spring, he doubted that he would be able to reach his knife in time.

For the moment, the sphinx seemed content to pin them both under the weight of its intent gaze. Without taking his eyes off of it, L inclined his head in Lunge's direction, and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Your guess is as good as mine."
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22 February 2010 @ 01:26 am
[from here]

The boy darted in quickly, as if to escape the scene he had left behind. The room was the same as before, though it seemed brighter, larger, than before. His head spun, and frantic, his eyes moved to the corners, seeking out dark spots. Looking for the places the shadows would hide. But that was neither here nor there, and again, Albedo stepped forward as he did before, calling to the beast on the great pedestal.

"You play a game correct?" The tone lacked nothing in confidence but was without the mocking it had held the other night. Albedo held out his hands, a placation. "Then let's play."
28 November 2009 @ 10:19 pm
[from here]

The room was very bright. That was the Bride's first thought and then she noticed why. Gold. Everything was gold. Everything, that was, except the Sphinx on a pedestal in the center watching them with eyes far more intelligence than any beast should have.

"Do be careful what you say to it," she warned before setting her attention on the Sphinx.
25 October 2009 @ 06:07 pm
[from here]

At first, when Sakura entered, the golden radiance gave her a warm and pleasant feeling which she wasn't expecting at night. However, her warm feelings were quickly squashed as soon as she laid eyes on the menacing and giant sphinx before them. Its eyes seemed to pierce straight through her.

"W-What is that?" she asked, taking a step backwards.
16 September 2009 @ 08:24 pm
[From here]

Wow... This room was more ornate than the ballroom. Dahlia followed behind Sync, docile as a mouse as she looked around and finally let go of Anise's arm. It was nice, yeah, but the only thing of note was that giant Sphinx statue in the middle of the room. Was this really what Sync was so interested in? If it wasn't for the fact that Annie were still here, she would have shown him exactly how she felt about his stupid plans.

Giant statue aside, there was nothing here. Nothing. What was the point?


That wasn't a giant statue, was it?

All right. All right, she could handle that. Zombies, ghosts, volcanoes in the basement and now a Sphinx, whatever. Didn't stop her from worming her way behind Anise. If that thing was eating anyone, it needed to kill the annoying ones first.
[From here]

The room was warmer than the hallway had been, and smaller than the ballroom, with walls that seemed to be brushed with gold. She stepped quietly, feet making no noise on the stone floor as she looked around warily.

She stopped dead, a soft gasp escaping her throat and her eyes widening at the sight in the centre of the room. On a massive plinth there sat a creature, huge and golden itself, lion bodied and human faced. For a moment she almost thought that it was a statue, but its face was too lifelike and its tail twitched slowly as she watched.