damned_institute | Nightshift 32: Room of Fire

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"You've gotta be kidding me..." Archer had initially thought that the warm air felt welcoming, but upon entering the room, he was clearly wrong. The unbearable heat from the lava below and off to the sides were gargoyle heads spewing flames, quickly began drying his clothes and warming him up. He took a moment to take this all in and evaluate the situation.

"First it was earth, air, and water. Now it's fire," he spoke calmly. "Hopefully this is the last one."

Despite his depressing words, Archer remained stoic on the surface. He couldn't allow his team to see any weakness in him; it wouldn't be good for morale. While he wasn't really depressed, Archer was annoyed at this little obstacle course they'd been dragged into.

Looking at the small platforms floating in the air in front of them, Archer surmised they could only carry about one or two people from their size, but two people was really pushing it. Not to mention the "floating" part really didn't inspire his confidence in them. He wasn't even really surprised that they were floating and didn't care how either.

As if that wasn't enough, their path was obstructed by infrequent bursts of fireballs, courtesy of the golden gargoyle heads along the walls.

This really sucks. One wrong step and we're crispy critters.

"I think we should try to cross one at a time, like the last room," he said before shifting to slightly more sarcastic tone. "Unless, you guys don't want to see me test run this little death trap first?"

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Really, he felt much better, practically as though he'd just passed through a Durona clinic. Well, the legs weren't perfect, but he was no longer convinced he'd be paralyzed for life (or until escape and proper prosthetics could be obtained.) Archer was still a bit distracted by gathering his breath again, and giving orders. Leon was in the best shape, but if they moved quickly, neither would expect...

Okay, back off. Lord Mark pushed up and out again, now that the situation wasn't critical. Killer was hesitant, but with the return of his name realized he'd already started to submerge again, and surrendered control of their body. There's a reason you guys are a gang and not the boss, y'know.

A deep breath like Archer's, then, "That sounds like a good plan. Giving us a prize to put us off-guard in case of the next attack or trapped room is still a possibility. Thanks again for the help thus far." True, he'd run on his own feet, mostly, but Archer had saved him from the icicle, and healed him.

"Reaching the Saint Francis Club will require a trip through either the Sun Room or over the wall again, however. We've been at this a while. Injuries obtained during the night are bandaged and treated after the time that we're all knocked out. It might be a safer option to find a hiding spot until then, rather than risk another encounter with a crazed patient or monster. We know the wall pathway was not safe when we last went through, and the Sun Room never is; then again, by this time of night, they may have been cleared by other patients." Information analysis was a specialty of his, one he liked much better than killing, and it was much easier to do when he didn't feel as though he were about to die. They were only suggestions, of course.

He nodded at Archer, realizing it probably wasn't the easiest thing for the man to give up point position. Mark had a good point. He didn't much like the idea of trying to face that crazy girl with the hyenas again.

Leon dragged a hand across his forehead, wiping away sweat yet again. "Let's at least get out of this room," he suggested. "We can figure something out when we're not in danger of being burned to a crisp." He walked to the door, and pushed it open.

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Nightshift 32: Room of Fire

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