"The moment you find sense in this accursed place, you let me know."
Truthfully, Ted hoped Koishi might just blast it. He didn't have any
explosives on him. A good idea, for certain, but where he came from, home
manufacture was illegal, and pretty dangerous. It'd take a very confident
Ted indeed to trust himself with recipes. Not very easy or cheap to
purchase either.
The Gashida marched on, a bit slower, while Ted tried to think of
something. "Aha!" He actually had gotten the next best thing: raw sodium.
Never know when one might need a random element from a chemist's shop. Who
knows, he might even be able to replenish his stock here. He freed it from
its packaging, unwrapping as fast as his fingers would allow, keeping an
eye on the beast's steady pace. He threw it, then reached in his bag for a
squirt gun, the one weapon no manchild would be caught dead without. He
took aim. "Take cover!" Then fired.
Ted covered his head as stone debris flew. Thank goodness Dracula was too
cheap to afford new statue monsters.
"Not my brightest idea, admittedly. Still, it's gone. Let's see what it
guarded." He cracked open the door to find another altar, this time with a
green gem. "Darn, the potion yet avoids us. Still, not a bad prize. It
matches your eyes, even." Though Ted wasn't well-read when it came to
magical minerals, this was the "Frenzy of Wind"; a light green thing that
had a gusty sound when held to your ear. Ted was all too excited to share
that fact with Koishi. Once they had properly appreciated their strange
green rock, they went on.
So, going up was a bust. Perhaps upper...right, according to Ted's latest
coin flip. Another altar, another prize. This time: cheese.
"That man should really consider a fridge." Onward!
Another long room extended upwards, a vertical obstacle course. The
skeletons they all knew and bashed were there, strategically placed among
many platforms for maximum annoyance. It'd be a simple enough climb, were
it not for baddies there to muscle you off every step. At this point, Ted
wasn't too concerned for personal glory; he'd even be delighted if Koishi
flattened whatever bizarre entertainment Dracula expected by leaping, or
flying, over these endless hurdles.
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"The moment you find sense in this accursed place, you let me know." Truthfully, Ted hoped Koishi might just blast it. He didn't have any explosives on him. A good idea, for certain, but where he came from, home manufacture was illegal, and pretty dangerous. It'd take a very confident Ted indeed to trust himself with recipes. Not very easy or cheap to purchase either.
The Gashida marched on, a bit slower, while Ted tried to think of something. "Aha!" He actually had gotten the next best thing: raw sodium. Never know when one might need a random element from a chemist's shop. Who knows, he might even be able to replenish his stock here. He freed it from its packaging, unwrapping as fast as his fingers would allow, keeping an eye on the beast's steady pace. He threw it, then reached in his bag for a squirt gun, the one weapon no manchild would be caught dead without. He took aim. "Take cover!" Then fired.
Ted covered his head as stone debris flew. Thank goodness Dracula was too cheap to afford new statue monsters.
"Not my brightest idea, admittedly. Still, it's gone. Let's see what it guarded." He cracked open the door to find another altar, this time with a green gem. "Darn, the potion yet avoids us. Still, not a bad prize. It matches your eyes, even." Though Ted wasn't well-read when it came to magical minerals, this was the "Frenzy of Wind"; a light green thing that had a gusty sound when held to your ear. Ted was all too excited to share that fact with Koishi. Once they had properly appreciated their strange green rock, they went on.
So, going up was a bust. Perhaps upper...right, according to Ted's latest coin flip. Another altar, another prize. This time: cheese. "That man should really consider a fridge." Onward!
Another long room extended upwards, a vertical obstacle course. The skeletons they all knew and bashed were there, strategically placed among many platforms for maximum annoyance. It'd be a simple enough climb, were it not for baddies there to muscle you off every step. At this point, Ted wasn't too concerned for personal glory; he'd even be delighted if Koishi flattened whatever bizarre entertainment Dracula expected by leaping, or flying, over these endless hurdles.