[ Zenitsu had a point, because after a couple of shakes the thing does fly off! Towards Phoenix and Zenitsu. Wheeeeeee. Spiky does not seem to have any feelings about this.
The fact that this is only one tiny ball is really sending me. ]
just kind of hanging out? It feels a little heavy, but otherwise, it is about the equivalent of one of those spiny balls from a tree on you. Except this one has an eye.
[It's only because this room is scarier than the current state of Phoenix that Zenitsu continues to cling with taut muscles. Hurry up and get rid of that thing! If the bed doesn't work, the puddle of glue is right there!
While he doesn't complain aloud, his heavy breathing does a good job of conveying his anxiety.]
As much as Zenitsu would love to hang out on Phoenix's back some more, even Chuuya is probably looking around, so he disembarks to check one set of bed and nightstand. But just the one, and his hands tremble the whole while as he waves the yellow glow stick around.]
[ I rolled to see which one set of bed Zenitsu would get vs Phoenix, so Zenitsu opens the nightstand and there's an entire mini army of the little spikies who all turn to stare at him at once from the drawer.
The one on the bed just sticks to the pudding cup.
Phoenix, meanwhile, won't find anything in the bathroom... but he will find this odd looking flute in a nightstand! So. You win some, you lose some, nightstand wise. There's nothing else to be found, though. ]
[ They better be careful walking into door number four! Because opening that door sets off a trap that makes several arrows shoot at them. Ha ha. Good night have fun with that. ]
[Phoenix is tall and leading the pack, so Zenitsu doesn't realize what's happening until he's down and many somethings whiz past. He goes down with a shout, but snaps his head up soon after.]
[ I mean, the good news is, it's just a normal arrow. The bad news is: ouch owie his arm skin, probably.
The arrow barrage doesn't continue-- it was only a single round-- and the rest of the room turns out to be... a pantry? A doomsday one, at least. There's rows upon rows of canned goods, various jams, uncooked rice, dried beans, peanut butter, ration bars, powdered milk and bottles of liquors everywhere lining the walls. Well, except one spot, which has been replaced by six arrow dispensers, apparently. For some reason, there are numbers above each of the six, but they don't appear to be in any order.
Quick pour some vodka directly on the wound it'll help ]
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[He'll just. Shake the crowbar a bit to try and get the thing detached from the crowbar.]
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D-don't shake it this way! What if it jumps again? Point it somewhere else!
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The fact that this is only one tiny ball is really sending me. ]
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[ this is incredibly stupid ]
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Arm! Your arm! It's stuck to your arm now! Those spikes look sharp!
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just kind of hanging out? It feels a little heavy, but otherwise, it is about the equivalent of one of those spiny balls from a tree on you. Except this one has an eye.
It seems very comfortable there. ]
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(Knowing my luck, it's probably going to eat through my flesh or something....)
... let's just keep going, I guess.
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[Phoenix was once the safest presence here. Now Zenitsu is very afraid.]
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[ but he goes to one of the beds, and if it looks safe enough, try to wipe the friend off on the bed so it has something new to cling to ]
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While he doesn't complain aloud, his heavy breathing does a good job of conveying his anxiety.]
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wanna. look at anything else in the room or are you leaving it and your spiky friend ]
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[ anyway phoenix will now examine the rest of the bunker... the beds, the bathroom, nighstands, and anything else, be gentle zia ]
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As much as Zenitsu would love to hang out on Phoenix's back some more, even Chuuya is probably looking around, so he disembarks to check one set of bed and nightstand. But just the one, and his hands tremble the whole while as he waves the yellow glow stick around.]
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The one on the bed just sticks to the pudding cup.
Phoenix, meanwhile, won't find anything in the bathroom... but he will find this odd looking flute in a nightstand! So. You win some, you lose some, nightstand wise. There's nothing else to be found, though. ]
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Anything interesting?
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I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything. There's nothing here!
[He whirls around and all but throws himself at Phoenix.]
If that's all, let's go already! I've had enough of this place!
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Zenitsu closes it fast enough they do not jump on him, but he can probably hear them thud against the drawer. Let them out. Let them out!!!! ]
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[ since there are so many spiky friends... gonna collect the kids and move on ]
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Are we gonna try the rest of the doors? I seriously hope there isn't any more of those tiny things.
[To the next door to the right, they go.]
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Ow.
(I'm trying to play it cool but it really hurts....)
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Wh-wh-wh-what was that? Mr. Wright!
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What's with these damn traps?! You okay, old man?
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The arrow barrage doesn't continue-- it was only a single round-- and the rest of the room turns out to be... a pantry? A doomsday one, at least. There's rows upon rows of canned goods, various jams, uncooked rice, dried beans, peanut butter, ration bars, powdered milk and bottles of liquors everywhere lining the walls. Well, except one spot, which has been replaced by six arrow dispensers, apparently. For some reason, there are numbers above each of the six, but they don't appear to be in any order.
Quick pour some vodka directly on the wound it'll help ]
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[ going to check it out further, wary of traps ]
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