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damned_institute2011-11-26 11:28 pm
lovecraftcomplex) wrote in damned_institute2011-11-26 11:28 pm
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Night 59: Hall of Armor
> Rose: Contemplate wizardly robes
She couldn't contemplate wizardly robes, except in the abstract, since neither wizards nor robes were on display. Their armor, however, was another matter. If wizards ever stooped to wearing armor, that was, but what else could this egregiously florid and flowing suit be? Not to mention the missing chinstrap for beardly egress. Daring to challenge the one, be he man or troll or of a heretofore unknown nature, wrapped in mists and shadows, would be a task to daunt any would-be hero. Except for the part where the armor was empty, the eye sockets long-dark. His crossed wands were dipped in blood, though whether his own or not Rose could not say.
She looked up, her attention rapt by the sight, sparing only the most minute notice for the other eight suits of armor and their equally unlikely armaments.
"I take it this is the physical aspect to the challenge." Brains and brawn, Lalonde could claim them both. So could Ilia; Gamzee was, as always, the wild card.
She couldn't contemplate wizardly robes, except in the abstract, since neither wizards nor robes were on display. Their armor, however, was another matter. If wizards ever stooped to wearing armor, that was, but what else could this egregiously florid and flowing suit be? Not to mention the missing chinstrap for beardly egress. Daring to challenge the one, be he man or troll or of a heretofore unknown nature, wrapped in mists and shadows, would be a task to daunt any would-be hero. Except for the part where the armor was empty, the eye sockets long-dark. His crossed wands were dipped in blood, though whether his own or not Rose could not say.
She looked up, her attention rapt by the sight, sparing only the most minute notice for the other eight suits of armor and their equally unlikely armaments.
"I take it this is the physical aspect to the challenge." Brains and brawn, Lalonde could claim them both. So could Ilia; Gamzee was, as always, the wild card.
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That was the obvious part, actually. Thing was, Ilia didn't much like working with bulking things or sharp things. Her feet and fists worked just fine, along with all the skills she had studied and crafted with her ki.
She looked beyond Rose to the other door. "I guess once we choose something we head out there...?" Nothing was ever certain. Ilia liked to think she could evaluate a situation and make the best educated guess but she wasn't foolhardy to think any obstacle might not have a trick or trap to it.
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He walked over, dragging his spoils behind him, and began prying them free. It didn't take much effort, and soon he was blinking at both of them. How strange was that? They were just like the ones he'd had before. In fact, he couldn't help but wonder if they were the same ones. They felt right, but it wasn't as if he could tell all of his clubs apart. He did have a few laying about his hive. These were a bit more stained than his, though, with a few splotched of multi-colored troll blood dotting them.
Whoever had used these last really needed to take better care of them. A clean club was a happy club.
At the other end of the room was another door. If they'd found neat things in this room here, then what was to say there wouldn't be more interesting stuff to see just beyond it? Sticking both clubs in one hand so as to better keep dragging the pillowcase, Gamzee scampered over to to the door. "Ain't no monster bein' here. We gonna see where else this goes?"
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