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Scott Pilgrim ([personal profile] vstheworld) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-09-09 09:08 pm
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Night 65: Test of Strength

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It wasn't a California beach.

Instead, they were greeted with a very long, straight hallway, no adornments or interesting colours. Just kind of plain and boring, if a little dimly lit. Honestly kind of a letdown, though Scott. Granted, it wasn't a lava pit, which was a plus, but after things like robot laser dinosaurs and talking skeletons and having to jump off cliffs to nowhere, a hallway seemed kind of unimaginative by comparison.

The one thing of interest was an object on the ground in front of them: a small-ish, heart-shaped... thing, probably made of stone or plaster, and painted a dull red colour.

"Aww, we love you too, Landel. You shouldn't have," Scott remarked, walking up to the object and peering down at it. Was this what it was like to find a Piece of Heart? If so, it was a decidedly underwhelming experience. Too bad there wasn't a Link wasn't on hand to ask.
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[personal profile] dualistic 2012-09-10 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The jump into the water wasn't any easier this time than it had been the first, and Harvey hadn't been able to warn Scott about just how ice-cold the water was. Enough that you felt numb by the time you pulled yourself out, but not quite cold enough to kill you unless you lingered. Just how Landel liked it, apparently. Still, Scott managed to complain enough for the both of them, so it all evened out.

Keeping the bandages on helped slightly, but Harvey was still in a world of hurt -- and shivering besides -- as he moved through the next door into another chamber. Or rather, another hallway.

He took a moment to look at his journal, but the pages were almost all soaked, except for a few in the middle. He cracked it open and grabbed for his pen, but a quick test showed that the ink was running badly. He let out a breath that should have been a sigh, but had no tone to it.

Dripping wet, he gave his body a few shakes as he tried to dry off and then moved over to where Scott was standing. The kid's comment wasn't much help, though. What were they supposed to do with this thing?
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