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Rigel Rose early.  He felt better after his talk with Pioloss.  He wasn't exactly sure why, but it was a good feeling.  After a somewhat abbreviated set of exercises consisting mostly of handstand pushups, he walked over to the goblins area and kicked Grog, not hard, more of a "less than gentle nudge" meant to remind Grog he was not in charge.  "Not up yet?  I told you we may leave early"

With that, he walked back over to the main area of their little camp where he noticed Miiya had returned, and a slight smile came to his face.  "this will be a good day" he thought to himself.


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Myrae

If the drowess was disappointed she missed an opportunity to ridicule Miiya’s rather light-footed walk of shame, she showed no sign of it upon rising. In fact, Myrae seemed to be in a pretty good mood as evidenced by her issuing a minimum of abusive language at their cook as she requested that the girl put together something to break their fast. “Some more hazardous areas ahead, today, so we won’t be stopping long enough for another meal until after we cross the chasms and make camp.” She warned.

Once Miiya had fried up the remaining uncured Dreshat, along with some additions from Myrae’s supplies, the drowess woke anyone still slumbering. She wanted to get started reasonably early. Making good time, they could cross the rifts in the early afternoon. The areas on their side of the natural barrier were more dangerous and she wanted to be sure to be across before nightfall. 

“Thanks for getting the gobs in order, Rigel.” At some point Myrae thanked Rigel for bringing Grog and his crew to heel. 

With their party assembled and ready they struck out toward the rift in the same traveling order as the day prior. 

While the caverns of yesterday had some geological activity; fumeroles, steam geysers and even some still-hot magma flows, as they pressed on, the going became tougher and the surroundings less stable and more forbidding.

In some places what looked like smooth ground was actually just a thin mineral crust over boiling or acidic--or both--water. In other places razor-sharp volcanic obsidian made the footing treacherous. The number of caverns with smoking or steaming mudpots, fumaroles, and even some still-glowing magma tubes increased as they continued on.

In the active caverns, Myrae seemed more at ease. It was when they pressed on through more stable areas that she was on the alert, and often cautioned the others to keep quiet and alert. 


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Faan

The elfmaid arose at Myrae’s urging, having no sort of internal timer or innate alertness when sleeping rough. Also, her bedding was quite comfortable, allowing for sound sleep even afield. Faan found she did not have much to do as the others took breakfast and decamped, so she again helped Miiya clean up after the morning meal.

The elfmaid couldn’t help but notice the marks on the girl’s neck but she was certainly not so gauche to remark upon them. Faan wondered how long the Aeros and Catboy had been a couple. She felt a pang of--not really guilt, but some mixture of pique and… admiration? perhaps--at how Tom-Cat had pried information from her about their mission to find and aid Miiya. She had purposefully avoided the felinoid since that night and tried to put their actions out of her mind. Still, while working and chatting with his obviously-smitten girlfriend, Faan couldn’t help but wonder at their pairing. Miiya seemed a bright and innocent soul--especially if you happened to miss how joyfully she had beaten the shu out of Spiderback or tossed her firebomb, as Faan had--while Tom-Cat, despite his similar age, seemed far more worldly. Faan wondered if Miiya’s paramour had told her of the unique way he had coaxed information from the elfmaid. If he had, she saw no sign of it in the girl’s mien. Faan hoped not, and she certainly was not going to bring it up, herself, as she would have much preferred to forget that most of that embarrassing evening even happened. 

When their group set out, the elfmaid walked behind Picnic and Rigel as she had on the previous day’s journey. The physical hazards of the geologically active caverns did not trouble her unduly. The golem in the lead of the column seemed able to find a safe path for those who came behind. Instead of being fearful, Faan was rather amazed at the variety of subterranean curiosities, and she remarked upon them to Pioloss when he was close enough to speak easily. “Look, Pioloss! Liquid rock!” She pointed to a distant magma tube with a tar-like flow of black-crusted magma. “It is so hot!” Though the flow was on the far side of the cavern they now traversed, the heat radiating from it was so intense that Faan, first removed her cloak, and then hastily donned it again when it proved to be better at insulating against the intense heat than her blouse. “I knew such things existed, but I’ve never seen flowing lava in person!”


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“Lovers should be like Fire and Air; fire must have air to breathe, and air gets its true power from fire’s heat.” 

– Unknown


[OOC: From the Hidden Cave of Pyreflies]

 

Tom-Cat had rejoined the group not long after Miiya made her reappearance, looking as put together as when he’d left it, hours earlier.  If there was a certain sprightliness to his step, he didn’t mention it or draw particular attention to it.  The only real difference that could be seen were a collection of scratches and deeper gouges that peppered his upper arms and shoulders, which couldn’t be hidden due to the sleeveless nature of his shirt and weapon’s harness.  He wore these more like badges of honor.  Oh, and the loose, somewhat roguish grin that seemed to perpetually play about his lips for no reason in particular–on the surface.  The reason was pretty apparent when his yellow-gold eyes would suddenly blaze with the type of heat that one felt burn at their very apex, whenever he caught sight of the mark on Miiya’s neck.

That the catling liked seeing it on her skin was obvious–more than obvious.  He wasn’t so much of a libertine that he let it distract him...overmuch.  Well, he only let it distract him a bit when they were still preparing to leave the campsite, at least.  He’d only waylaid Miiya with a searing kiss like, five times, max.  (Okay, seven, but who’s really keeping count, creeps.)  After that, however, he’d left her pretty much alone as he got his gear situated on Picnic and took some time to confer with Myrae on their possible route for the day. 

The nature of this section of the UnderNeath meant that he wouldn’t be scouting as far ahead as he did yesterday.  He would actually be staying pretty close to the group, only scouting ahead a room or two at most.  There were just too many potential hazards and dangers that lurked in the Chasms that couldn’t accurately be conveyed with symbols left on rocks.  So the catling would scout ahead a bit and then come back to the group to relay what lay ahead, before leaving once more.  Fortunately, the first few caverns in their journey for that day were relatively safe and allowed Tom-Cat to hang back with the group for a little bit before he had to go and scout ahead.  

Meaning he was able to stay back and keep an eye (and paw) on Miiya.  

Tom-Cat hopped up onto Picnic with Miiya, grinning at her as he smoothly sat and faced her, reaching out and pulling one of her legs more securely around his hip.  (Or at least that's the reason he'd give, should she or anyone else ask.)  Either way, he took one of her hands in both of his and started to unwrap her bandages.  “I have to get going shortly,” he said casually, not letting his worry at having to leave her again trickle into either the bond or his voice.  “But beforrre I do, I have a prrresent for you, Teleskela.”  He finished unwrapping her left hand and let the bandages fall into a lava vent, before he produced a pair of rolled up, off-white hand wraps.  The wraps were obviously well-used but in excellent condition, although there was some reddish discoloration staining the material in some places.  The catling placed one of the wraps between them and unfurled the other one, showing her the thumb hole and the snaps at the end.  Then he began to wrap her left hand.

My brrrotherrr Torrrao is a prrrize fighterrr,” he said, a hint of pride creeping into his tone, despite his casual air.  “He’s an undefeated heavyweight champion and prrrobably the best sluggerrr and southpaw you’ll everrr see in boxing.”  He glanced up at her, instructing her to spread her fingers for him before he continued.  “And I’m not just saying that because he’s my brrrotherrr.”  Tom-Cat chuckled.  “Torrrao is a beast in the rrring.”  He paused and asked Miiya to make a fist to gauge if the wraps were too loose or too tight.  “Anyway,” he continued.  “My brrrotherrr is always trrrying to get me into the official sporrrt, instead of the barrre knuckle fights that always seem to find me.” The catling snorted self-deprecatingly.  “He claims I’d have a verrry successful carrreerrr as the best boxerrr-puncherrr the sporrrt has seen, but I think Torrrao just wants a prrrotegee.”  He gave Miiya a critical once-over and grinned, flashing the tiniest bit of fang.  “If you everrr take up the sporrrt, Teleskela, you’d want for nothing.  Torrrao would be thrrrilled.

He finished up wrapping her left hand and had her hold it up for him, before handing her the other wrap.  “Rrregarrrdless, these hand wrrraps werrre once Torrrao’s.  He gave them to me.”  Tom-Cat paused, a flush sweeping up the back of his neck, unbidden. “And now I’m passing them to you.  Umm, take good carrre of them, okay? I’ll let you figurrre out how to wrrrap yourrr rrright hand–I’m surrre my Teleskela can figurrre it out, no prrroblem.”

Tom-Cat smiled at Miiya, a genuine smile this time.  He leaned forward and kissed her, before hopping down from Picnic,  He looked up at the Aeros ensconced atop the golem and forced himself to walk away from her.  He nodded at Myrae as he passed by her near the head of the group and then disappeared from sight as he picked up his pace and went ahead of the group to scout out the next couple of caves.

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TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Lava Cave (CAVE Landscape) (2)

Magma Fields

The start to the lava pits of the UnderNeath can be marked by the relatively stable Magma Fields.  Here is also where the temperature spikes and grows noticeably warmer.  Still, there are no dangers of lava geysers or unstable land underfoot, at this stage.

TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
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Miiya

As she had back in Duskhill, Miiya appreciated Faan’s assistance washing and stowing the utensils she had used to create a morning meal. She didn’t say much to the elfmaid, for sorta obvious reasons. Even so, what conversation passed between them was unforced and easy, the same as the intermediary silences.

It was pretty hard to pretend not to want to suck Tom-Cat’s whiskers off his face every time he caught her as she made breakfast and then helped break camp, but something told her she ought to. So her interaction with the catboy was mostly just pretend-exasperated exhalations of his name accompanied by an embarrassed smile and head-duck. Once they were underway, however, he joined her atop Picnic and presented her with a gift. Miiya was delighted with the hand-wraps, even if they were far too large for her. “Wow, Tom, thank yew!” She replied, looking at her now very puffy hand. 

When the catling made to leave after another super-embarrassing kiss, she caught his arm with her unwrapped hand. “Tom… wait.” She said, her brow furrowing. “Be… be careful, okay?” She stammered, struggling to put her thoughts into words that were not super embarrassing, ultra-cringeworthy, or both. Despite being more unreserved in private, Miiya was clearly uncomfortable showing affection and concern for the catboy with everyone watching! (even though no one was). Less is more, and her mental block meant no other words escaped, but she did lean forward and give Tom a peck that did not result in a fat lip this time. That action and Tom-Cat’s response turned her cardinal red and caused Picnic to glow quite a bit brighter where her hand touched its carapace. 

After Tom-Cat had departed, Miiya looked at her wrapped hand. She wasn’t sure if the wraps were such a great idea in a real fight. Maybe she could put something in so that she could still inflict damage without splitting her own knuckles? 

Also, this is harder.” She griped after spending quite a bit of time trying to wrap her other hand with what was now essentially a dumpling, with little sausages sticking out of it, that her left hand had become. Griped… while glowing inside, because these strips of fabric obviously meant a lot to Tom-Cat. He did not carry much extraneous baggage with him, so every pound was dear. Miiya guessed that the wraps were the catboy’s way of saying he did not want to see her hurt. The Aeros girl was not sure a career in fighting really was congruent with busking--or the scholarly pursuits Ma wanted for her. Even with protection, using her fists for bashing people and things was probably not going to improve her dexterity for plucking strings or scribing with ink and quill. 

It was super-fun though. At least when your opponent did not seem likely to kill you, thought Miiya as she watched the distant glow of the magma flow Faan was pointing out. The Aeros girl was not nearly as thrilled about their new environs as the elfmaid. Yes, this was all very interesting to look at, but the gasses from the fumaroles and molten rock flows were not so fun to smell. The Aeros was very susceptible to toxins and the noxious gasses of the geologically active caves were making Miiya feel more than a little light-headed.

Miiya did not want to complain--she was already the only one riding instead of walking, after all and, really, there was nothing for it but to pass through these regions, anyway. So, looking increasingly pale and a bit blue/green-hued the Aeros girl leaned a bit more upon Picnic’s torso for support and tried to think of things to take her mind off the foul airs of this place.


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"Look Pioloss, liquid rock!"

Pioloss managed a tight-lipped smile in response to Faan but that was all. He found her excitement rather adorable, but unfortunately he was far too busy being terrified of the fiery death all around them to do much else.

In an effort to manage his fear, he turned his mind towards his primary function of guarding the rear of their caravan. But he was barely able to fool even himself. The sooner they passed through the magma fields the better so far as he was concerned!


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Rigel moved carefully along just in front of Picnic.  He maintained this position mostly so he could stay as far away from the sides of their path as much as possible.  He was not terribly afraid of the magma or falling off, if he did it wouldn't hurt...for long, but why tempt fate.


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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” 

Terry Pratchett

 

Tom-Cat rejoined the group as they were exiting the Magma Fields and heading into the next cave, after being gone for about 45 minutes.  The catboy had made good use of his time and scouted roughly three caverns ahead.  He wasn’t overly concerned with the upcoming hazards, although it would take some coordination to get everyone across the lava geysers in one of the upcoming caves.   

The catling was leaning up against the cavern wall, his tail held low as it swished back and forth.  Aside from his tail, he held perfectly still as he quietly watched the group come into view from around a bend.  He’d pulled up the hood of the sleeveless grey hoodie, with his soft-furred ears poking out rather adorably from the two, purpose-made slits in the hood.  The lower half of his face was obscured by the balaclava built into the hoodie, the filter sewn into the face mask helping to protect his sensitive nose from the noxious fumes that only grew more intense the closer they drew to the lava pits.  Only the bridge of his nose and his intense, kohl-rimmed eyes were visible above the balaclava as he watched the group approach with a lambent, yellow-gold gaze.  

As they drew closer, Tom-Cat studied each person's individual body language and expressions, noting that everyone seemed to be on guard, yet mostly at ease.  He was, however, slightly concerned by the tight-lipped fear he saw sketched over the tetzozo’s pale features, and was disquieted by Miiya’s pallor and the manner in which she leaned against Picnic’s torso for support. He twitched an ear in nervous agitation and examined what was coming through the bond, actively seeking out the connection to his bondmate. 

 He gleaned a sense of mal de mer or kinesia–motion sickness–which was something he can distantly remember feeling once on a choppy boat ride he took when he was five or six.  He’d begged to go along with Cheshire, Chatte, and Faline when Torao had come by and offered to take them to a carnival across the bay.  Although Faline had refused to go if he went, Torao said it was fine and Cheshire and Chatte (well, Cheshire at least) were happy to take him to his first carnival.  Unfortunately, his older brothers hadn’t thought anything of stuffing the small catboy full of cotton candy and other junk foods, utterly spoiling his appetite for dinner and sending him on a sugar high.  It was fine for a while, but it all came crashing down on the ferry ride back home when the waters grew choppy and caused the boat to buck like the kiyuten the cowboys tried to ride at the rodeo, or the musmus the matadors faced-off against in the toreador events in Amenee.  He’d felt nauseous and off-balance (Chatte later said he’d looked, “Grrreen arrround the gills.”) and it had all come to a head when everything he ate that afternoon came rushing back up his throat and he’d thrown up all over Torao’s shirt.  

He remembered being surprised at the time that their big brother hadn't gotten mad at him–Torao had only stripped off his shirt and used a clean portion of it to wipe the sickness off of Tom’s face, before he tossed the ruined garment overboard.  (It was only years later that Tom-Cat realized that Torao was at that stage where he’d find any excuse to remove his shirt if he could, especially if there were pretty girls around to try and impress–and there had been.)  He vaguely recalled Torao picking him up and fawning over him, basically using his little brother as a prop when a group of young women close to Torao’s age came up to them and cooed over the, “Poor baby!”  Tom-Cat had been passed around and held by a few different women as Torao flirted, and had just about reached his limit of having his cheeks pinched and his ears and tail pulled, when Cheshire had snatched him away from a girl who’d been crooning at him obsequiously, and carried him over to the railing where Tom had promptly been sick again.

Tom-Cat blinked, his frown hidden by the face mask as he physically stopped himself from immediately going to Miiya.  He knew that it wasn’t actually motion sickness–she’d ridden Picnic enough times to rule out that possibility–and it didn’t seem like she’d eaten something that disagreed with her.  Actually, he had yet to see her eat anything that disagreed with her–as far as he could tell, the Aeros had an iron stomach.  That really only left some sort of environmental factor.  He wondered if she were picking up on the fumes and gasses emitted by the magma vents, and then he wondered if all Aeros were as sensitive to that sort of thing or just her.

He momentarily put aside his concern for Miiya as he fell into step beside Myrae, briefly curling his tail around her wrist to gain her attention as he walked beside her with his thumbs hooked casually into the leather straps of his weapon’s harness.  The catling glanced at her from beneath a thick fringe of lashes, his yellow eyes like crescent moons as he caught her intense carmine gaze.  

So Mistrrress,” he purred, flashing a brief grin with plenty of fang on display as he temporarily pulled down the balaclava so she could clearly hear him.  “Therrre’s a brrridge in the next cave overrr, which shouldn’t be a prrroblem forrr anyone.  Howeverrr, afterrr that therrre is a section to crrross that will take some coorrrdination.”  At that point Tom-Cat described the broken bridge over a sea of lava that they would encounter two caves over, and the lava geysers that fountained up in the gaps between solid sections.  He explained that he’d studied the timing of the geysers and said they erupted at roughly 10 minute intervals.  He also advised that while he himself had leapt the gaps without any trouble and he trusted that Myrae could do the same, it would probably be safer and easier to use Picnic as the means to transport everyone across the broken bridge.  Depending on how efficient they were, they could probably get everyone and all the luggage (ie: Faan’s trunk) across the gaps in two groups, with one geyser eruption in between.  

At that point, Tom-Cat leaned in close to Myrae and dropped his voice.  “I was studying everrryone as you apprrroached, and although I’m concerrrned about my Teleskela, I will check on herrr myself.  Howeverrr, you need to figurrre out what’s going on with the tetzozo," he of course meant Pioloss, "because forrr some rrreason, he looks like therrre arrrSun Stealerrrs brrreathing down the back of his neck.”  The assassin didn’t cut his eyes to the pale, strange Uman, but just gave the Drowess a meaningful look as he pulled up his balaclava and turned away.

The catling went to check on his Teleskela.  He jogged up next to Picnic and placed a hand on Miiya’s leg as he looked up at her, his yellow-gold eyes concerned.  “Arrre you okay, Teleskela?” he asked.  Without waiting for a reply, he vaulted easily onto the golem with her and sat behind her, bracketing her body with his legs.  He pulled her back against him and placed a hand on her forehead.  “What’s wrrrong? Arrre you sick?”  He again thought back to his internal checklist and landed once more on some kind of environmental factor.  

Tom-Cat hummed to himself thoughtfully and leaned over to fish around in his pack that was strapped to Picnic.  Due to the nature of his job, he often wore a face mask and goggles both to hide his identity and as a way to offer some modicum of protection against various airborne defenses he’d sometimes encounter whilst sneaking around a mark's home or workspace.  Be it a packet of poisoned lead shavings or some kind of powdered toxin thrown into his face by an enemy cutthroat hired to protect his mark, a smart assassin knew that others often fought dirty–it behooved one to always expect and be prepared for the worst.  

And Tom-Cat wasn’t a master assassin just for shiggles.  Though young, he’d earned his reputation by providing quick, clean kills and always being prepared for whatever turn a job took–and any accomplished thief or assassin will tell you that a job can go sideways, staggeringly quick.  After a moment, the catling pulled out a hand-sewn, black bandana and a small, nondescript packet.  The bandana had ear loops and was fashioned to be easily pulled up over the lower half of the face and look like a regular scarf when not worn as a mask.  There were a few other modifications made to it, with a pocket sewn onto the inside of the bandana that could be securely closed by a thin hidden zipper.  There were also a few layers of cotton and filter cloth sewn into the bandana either side of the pocket, giving it some padding and making it comfortable to wear.  The assassin ripped open the packet and poured its contents into the pocket of the bandana, before zipping it closed. 

Teleskela, see if this helps,” Tom-Cat said, handing her the bandana.  “I don’t need it rrright now since the hoodie I'm wearrring has a filterrred mask alrrready built into it.”  He indicated the balaclava pulled up around the lower half of his face.  He leaned in and spoke close to her ear.   “Please…it may help you feel betterrr.”  He tried not to sound like he was overly worried or pleading with her...but yeah, he was pleading.

If Miiya acquiesced, Tom-Cat would help her secure the bandana (more or less his homemade face mask) and sit and ride with her as they crossed into the next cave.  He couldn’t kiss her with his mask on (though he did pull down his face covering very briefly to press one to the underside of her jaw) but he could hold her and comfort her, which he would do if she let him.

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P.S. - Oh yeah, assume TC poured some sort of activated carbon mix into the little hidden pocket of the bandana.  Activated carbon helps when poisoned lead shavings are tossed into your face, right? Lol.  Below is basically the type of face mask/bandana that Tom-Cat gives to Miiya:

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Just imagine it's solid black--or actually, it can have a design if you want. Up to you.

face mask bandana

 

 

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TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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TO Shaarn (Chasms Lava3) [D2S6 C]

A Bridge High Above the Lava Pits

After exiting the Magma Fields, one will find themselves perched high above a slow-moving sea of glowing, molten red lava flowing far below them.  The only way forward is via a sturdy stone walkway that spans the breadth of the cavern.  The rocky pathway is wide enough to allow two broad-chested men to walk across it shoulder-to-shoulder, with an extra foot of room on each side.  Even though the lava flowing is far below the bridgeway, the heat rising from the molten, liquid rock can clearly be felt as the temperature takes another sharp uptick.

TOM-CAT: Kiana Beach Battle (3/3) - ☆Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - ★Sparring - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - Stolen Kiss - ☆Not Cheshire - Returning to Her - ★Baths & Comfort - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories -★Laughter & Kisses
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate 2/2 - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Precipice - Entering the Hedge Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Into the Aegis - Button Pressing - Thunder & Honey
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Lava Geyser Crossing


At some point, the Stone Bridge above the coulee gradually begins to descend.  As the path continues to slope downwards, the environment soon gives way to hard basalt that's covered by a fine layer of volcanic ash and residue. Large accumulations of slag can be glimpsed with increasing frequency as the path dips lower, the molten rock having fused together before it cooled to create a wide array of natural, obsidian sculptures that were sometimes as bizarre as they were beautiful.  The slag piles can be seen to still be smoldering the closer one draws to the lava pits, so it's typically advised that travellers drip some water onto the surface of the rock to gauage whether or not it is safe to touch.  If the rock steams or sizzles, it is still too hot to touch; if the water droplets haven't evaporated after a few seconds, then the surface is probably still warm, but safe enough to touch.  (The water test usually isn't needed, truth told--slag piles that are still cooling still give off an incredible amount of heat, which is why enterprising denizens of the UnderNeath often collect it to heat their homes.)


Eventually, the pathway levels out as it empties onto a wide ledge that rises just 25-30 feet above a slow moving, molten river of magma that cuts right through the center of the cavern.  The heat from the red-hot lava flowing below the ledge, both casts the cave in an incandescent glow and causes a significant spike in temperature that makes the air swelter in one's lungs.  As one continues along the platform, they will encounter the remnants of a broken, basalt rock bridge that looks as if it had once spanned the width of the cavern and provided safe passage over the magma river.

Only four, sturdy-looking sections of the bridge still stand, rising like pillars from the lava flowing below.  Thankfully, each section appears mostly intact.  Each column has a relatively wide, flat platform at the top and a reassuringly sturdy base.  Each section is separated by a 10-12 foot gap, with the largest gaps occuring between the first, second, and third pillars. 

If one can safely cross each gap, the broken, basalt bridgeway can still provide reasonably safe passage over the river of magma moving below.  Still, while an abudance of caution should  be excercised when attempting to cross the remantants of the bridge, one should also seek to move across each section as quickly as possible, unless one wishes to become painfully acquainted with the reason the gaps exist in the first place.

Be warnedlike clockwork, four geysers of molten hot lava erupt up through each of the gaps in powerful, vascillating bursts.  The eruptions last 10 minutes, before they die down, at which point one technically has a 25 minute window of time in which to cross the bridgePlease note that the window of time is closer to 20 minutes, as it takes at least five minutes after the geysers die down, for any magma splattered onto the platforms to cool to a point that's safe to walk upon. 

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Myrae 

Standing at the edge of the lava geysers, arms Akimbo, Myrae huffed. “Well where’d the vithing midspan of the bridge g--” She trailed off as the bubbling magma erupted in fountains of molten rock splattering over the remaining columns. “--oh.”

Well… that sucks.” She observed. The gaps between the pillars over the lava pit were pretty large. Not impossibly so, but it wasn’t going to be fun running and vaulting onto barely-cooled igneous rock. 

It was lucky the magick of the place was still attenuating the wamth from the lava fields. Without it, the radiated heat would be too much to stand and they would have to turn around. Myrae wondered if the magick was working on the jets of molten rock. Cuz those were new

Picnic, do yew think yew can carry a few of us across?” The drowess asked. She could make the jumps. Tom-Cat, she presumed, had already been across and back. Feathers could probably flap her way over, more-or-less. Rigel, however, didn’t seem built for the longjump. Same went for Faan, her goblins, and possibly the beanpole Uman. 

Receiving an affirmative from the golem, and getting the timing from Tom-Cat Myrae did not waste any more time jawing about it. “Right, follow me, then.” She said, gave herself a nice long space to hit her stride, and took a running leap over to the first column. 

What was left of the bridge was wide enough to slow from one leap and then speed up for the next--at least, so long as your footgear didn’t begin to melt or char. Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened on the second leap. By the time Myrae was to the third column, her soles were more ash than leather, and the hobnails were beginning to come loose. The last leap saw her break a heel and just barely clear the edge of the precipice, rolling out her landing. Only a quick unsheathing of The Dragoleths’ Claw as a pitton kept he from going over the deadly drop. Cursing her broken footgear, Myrae stood and dusted herself off. 

C’mon! Let’s go!” She waved at the others, voice not strong enough to carry across the gap. “It’s a lot harder than it looks.” She hissed, less-than-encouragingly.


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Miiya

Thamms uh lomm beffa, thamm muu.” Miiya said, voice muffled by the mask. Though it made her less intelligible, the filter did indeed make her feel uh lom beffa. Without it, she probably would not have been able to try vaulting the remains of the bridge.

As it was, Miiya dismounted from Picnic when they came to the treacherous crossing. She watched with somewhat grudging admiration as Myrae lept across the deadly gaps. All grounders were a lot larger, denser, and heavier than the Aeros girl, and Myrae was no exception. Even with her wing clipped, Miiya could still nearly walk up walls, and jumping such narrow gaps was not really difficult for her. The same was obviously not true for the wingless, and she was impressed at the nonchalance with which Myrae committed the hazardous feat of acrobatics. 

Nmmp, Tmm.” She demured when Tom-Cat offered to carry her across. “Mm cmmn du thimm.” Much as she had enjoyed riding on the catboy when he scaled the cliff back to Duskhill from the Ice Caverns, the consequences of a fall there had been a lot less deadly. It posed drastically less danger for them to cross individually here. 

Miiya was not super-jazzed about the lava, smoke, and fire of this place, but she tried not to show it as she waited for Tom-Cat to tell her when it was safe to cross. When the timing was right, she hopped from column to column with speed and aplomb. If the platforms had not been surrounded by bubbling lava, she might have added an acrobatic flourish. As it was, she just wanted to get across quickly and safely. It was, as Myrae had noted, harder than it looked, because the surfaces of the columns were HOT! Miiya’s footgear was much thinner than Myrae’s, and she crossed a LOT faster than she had intended, because of the searing heat of the barely-cooled rocks. 

YOWCH!!” Having crossed safely, she pulled down her mask and squawked while hopping on one foot, ineffectively fanning her other heat-insulted sole. “WATCH OUT: IT’S REALLY HOT!!” She shouted back to the rest of the group. 


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“When you are a hero you are always running to save someone, sweating, worried and guilty. When you are a villain you are just lurking in the shadows waiting for the hero to pass by. Then you pop them in the head and go home... piece of cake.”

James Marsters

 

Tom-Cat sighed behind the balaclava, because he’d been about to tell the Drowess to wait an extra five minutes after the lava eruptions died down–well, an additional five minutes–basically, Myrae should have probably waited a total of ten minutes for the magma to be cool enough across the latter two platforms to prevent the heat from melting the soles of her boots.  When he had crossed the bridge during his scouting mission, he’d cut it pretty close, almost waiting too long.  His timing had been slightly off, and he’d ended up delaying a full 20 minutes after the eruptions, instead of the 15 minutes he’d intended to wait, which had left him with five minutes to cross.  The catboy got across in less than three by leaping the gaps in one, unbroken sprint.  It had been easy for him, but he knew that it had also been a big risk–if he’d misjudged the distance on any of his jumps, he’d be down at least  2 out of 9 nine lives right now.  

The platforms hadn’t been burning with heat when he’d crossed, which had also helped.  

On the return trip, Tom-Cat had made sure to double check his count, and had waited 10 minutes after the geysers died down, before attempting the crossing.  The platforms had still been fairly hot, though they weren't glue melting hot.  Still, the assassin didn’t linger on the platforms too long and crossed quickly.  He’d clearly felt the heat seep up through the deceivingly thin, tough soles of his shoes, but had deemed it tolerable enough.  His perception might be a little skewed, however, as his boots weren’t exactly normal.  His shoes were infused with magic that allowed him (and all of his siblings) to shapeshift without first needing to remove his footwear, and the enchantment made them fairly immune to most environmental hazards–except for walking atop a pit of spikes or treading directly upon the lava river’s surface, probably.  

Either way, he judged 15 minutes as the ideal wait time…

…and pretty much forgot to convey this until after he watched Myrae and then Miiya cross over the basalt bridgeway.  Oops.   

Oh well, Tom-Cat didn’t feel bad for too long, because as he watched Miiya navigate the bridge and leap nimbly over the gaps with admirable savoir faire, Tom-Cat is suddenly ambushed by a riot of anxiety, fear, and dread, as he’s seized by the memory of Miiya careening headlong towards the edge of a cliff, in a wild-eyed and desperate, last-ditch attempt to fly.  

He doesn’t remember that fateful moment in any kind of fine detail, only a series of snapshot moments: the collision of their bodies as their combined momentum carried them over the edge…gouging his claws on his hands and feet into the mossy side of the cliff…falling headfirst towards the icy river far below them…the knife-sharp shock as he plunged into the glacial waters… those few, heartstopping seconds as he resurfaces and  he doesn’t see her

And all of it had been undercut by a chest-constricting, bone-deep certainty that some part of him would have died that day, if she had; that some fundamental part of him would have perished along with her, if he’d let her go over the cliff’s edge, alone.  

The memory dredged up a tight knot of bete noire and remembered anxiety that momentarily punched the air from his lungs and settled like a clenched fist in the pit of his stomach.  Tom-Cat relaxed when he saw that Miiya safely made it across, and forcibly tamped down the fracas of emotions that still surrounded that particular…misadventure.  He gave Miiya a thumb’s up and a few quick flicks of each ear, which could mean any number of things from, “Kwesh! Verrry nice, Teleskela,” to, “Is it weirrrd to that I found that kinda...jookan hot?”, or, “I’m so  gonna pounce you when we’rrre alone, laterrr.” 

As the tip of his tail began to rapidly flick back and forth, it was probably safe to assume that it’d meant all three.

Tom-Cat turned away when, like clockwork, the magma geysers erupted between the broken sections of the bridgeway, obscuring Myrae and Miiya from sight with a curtain of molten lava.  The catling began the count in the back of his mind, and set a mental timer for 10 minutes as he turned and walked over to the rest of the group.  He wanted to get everyone across as quickly as possible, and, truth be told, the assassin wasn’t about to trust anyone else to cross the 10ft.-12ft. gaps on their own–above a river of red-hot magma, no less!–like Myrae and Miiya.  

Keh, he hadn’t really wanted Miiya to cross on her own, either, but that was only because he lov um, cared for her and her safety, and not due any lack of confidence in her ability cross the gaps on her own.  In fact, the catling had been fully confident that the Aeros could easily get herself across the gaps, and he hadn’t been disappointed.  Still, if Tom-Cat had his way, ideally Miiya wouldn’t place herself in unnecessary danger or take excessive risks.   But it's almost like the Aeros is some kind of cute and feathery danger magnet, or something–it’s utterly bafflingSo yeah, he’s not about to hold his breath over it or anything.  

The assassin snorted quietly to himself before straightening up and pulling down his balaclava so he could be heard properly.  He took advantage of the startled hush that had fallen over the group, après the magma eruption.  Tom-Cat brought his hands together in a single, distinct clap, the sound snapping out in a fast and sharp aural jab that jolted through the heated air and seized everyone's attention.

The catling swept his gaze over the motley group, then turned and gave One Grog and the rest of the fangoblins goblin porters, a brief once-over.  His yellow-gold eyes were fierce as they caught and reflected the incandescent glow of the lava, which bathed the cavern in red-orange light.  Tom-Cat leaned up against Picnic, pressing a shoulder into a shadow arced over the golem's smooth, crystalline carapace in an attempt to look more companionable while also ensuring the golem understood (and followed) his instructions.

In the interrrest of expediency and efficiency,” he began, not bothering with idle chit-chat.  “And to avoid anyone taking a headerrr into the magma rrriverrr,” he paused and huffed out a macabre sort of chuckle.  He continued.  “Myrrrae and I have decided that Picnic will ferrrry everrryone acrrross the brrroken brrridge.  I’ll coorrrdinate and send you acrrross on Picnic, one-by-one.”  He glanced at the little green creeps and grinned (kinda), at them, and flashed plenty of fang to get his point across.  “Except these little chucklenuts,” he amended, as something faintly predatory shifted through the depths of his kohl-rimmed eyes.  "They should be fine rrriding in pairrrs.

The tip of his tail flickered restlessly as his voice smoothed out into a perfectly catty timbre.  "But who knows?” he said, the words riding the syllables of a knife-edged purr.  “Accidents can always happen.For the briefest of moments, the catling’s pupils may have suddenly looked a little thinner and stretched, a little more feline, as he stared down One Grog with an intent, unblinking gaze.  One Grog, who suddenly remembered that the cat man was the one who'd so casually slain murdered over 400 of his hated enemies…

…and could (and would) just as casually do the same to his clan, with zero compunctions.  

After a moment, Tom-Cat turned away, though kept one ear turned in the goblin’s direction.  He gave a quick outline of how he planned on organizing them to capitalize on the short interval between eruptions, and maximize efficiency.  He looked between Faan, Rigel, and Pioloss with a hooded gaze, his lambent yellow eyes like crescent moons as he peered at each of them from beneath partially lowered lids.  

Myrrrae would  have me send Faan overrr next,” he said, glancing at the Elfess. “But I want to ensurrre that my Teleskela,” he paused, then somewhat belatedly said, “and Myrrrae,” it’s clear that the Drowess was merely an afterthought, “have some sorrrt of prrrotection beforrre they go into the next cave.”  He then informed them that Myrae planned on heading into the connecting cavern, because the heat dropped off significantly, and everyone would have a moment to rest and regroup in a place that didn’t feel like the inside of an oven.  “So, decide who, between the two of you,” he gestured between Rigel and Pioloss, “will be crrrossing next.”  He pushed away from Picnic and added, “And decide quickly.  I’ll give you five minutes.  If you take longerrr than that, I guess I’ll send Faan acrrross.  Otherrrwise a lava geyserrr will be biting yourrr heels.

Tom-Cat moved a few steps away to give them some privacy or something, but before Faan could also join the two men, the catling’s sinuous, grey-furred tail wrapped around one of her wrists in a soft, furry restraint.  This time he didn’t remove it when she jerked her wrist lightly.  

“Wait, Faan,” he said.  Then, “please.”  The luring purr of his voice was sincere.  He stepped closer so he could speak to her in a low, hushed tone.  Tom-Cat leaned in slightly, clearly wishing for his words to only be heard by the Elfess. “If you don’t want to wait,” the catling hesitated, then sighed.  “That’s fine.  I will send you acrrross next.”  Though it looked like it pained him slightly to say it, he would honor his promise and let the Elfmaid cross next, if she so wished.  “But listen–I partly suggested that eitherrr of yourrr two companions go next, because I want to avoid any…” he trailed off, looking for the right way to say this.  “Herrroics,” he stated.  Tom-Cat stared straight into Faan’s bi-coloured eyes and raised an eyebrow.  

Yourrr…’Rrromeo’,” he coughed to keep from snickering.  “May be able to leap the gaps, no prrroblem–usually.”  He leaned down further, his voice dropping into a sort-of whisper.  “But something is going on with him, Faan.  In the magma field, he looked petrrrified, like therrre was a pack of ferrral Sun Stealerrr brrreathing down the back of his neck.”  Tom-Cat turned his face slightly and caught her eye.  “I might need you to, ah, convince him to let Picnic carrrry him acrrross, in orrrderrr to keep things moving smoothly.

The catling straightened and finally released her from the furry handcuff of his tail. 

He offered her a shrug and a smirk, before he pulled up his balaclava and waited.

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Faan

Such was her relief that they were not all supposed to leap over bubbling pools of molten rock that Faan was almost ready to forgive the tail around her wrist. She did her best to keep a sharp light of annoyance out of the gaze she directed at the irascible catboy. A moment later, when he finished speaking, she was feeling a bit chastened that Tom-Cat had noticed Piolosses’ disquiet whilst she had been oblivious to it. “Of course.” was her reply before she sought out her lanky companion.

You presume much, child. We are friends, and I’ve given no--Nope, Faan scoured those peevish thoughts from her head to focus on Pioloss and not her annoyance with the churlish catboy. Fortunately, that was easily done, because--while Faan appreciated the beauty and majesty of the subterranean volcanic complex from a distance, up close it was well and truly terrifying. She had not needed Tom-Cat to suggest she cross with the dhampir, because Faan did not think she could manage the crossing without him.

No part of the fear in Faan’s voice, when she found and spoke to her companion, was faked. “Pioloss, I don’t know if I can do this…” She said. “Picnic is… well, it was ready to kill me just two days ago.” The elfmaid reached out a hand to touch the man’s arm, seeking support. “I know things are different now, but--riding it over the lava? I can’t help but think ‘what if it changes its mind again?’” The elfmaid quietly confessed her terrifying thoughts. “I can’t get across on my own. I don’t think I can make myself climb aboard Picnic, alone.” Faan took a deep breath and looked to her companion with fear-wide eyes. “Can you help me? Will you ride with me?”


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