nysalogs | what is your name? what is your quest?

[ .. yes. yes it would be. which is why alisaie is walking right ahead of him without taking his hand.

just kidding. well - not about the not taking his hand thing, because she doesn't take his hand, but about the too gross thing. the only reason she isn't weaving their fingers together is because she wants to keep both hands free to snag her rapier or grimoire should the need arise, and she wants to be quick on the draw. dank crypts aren't for cuddling, i'm afraid.

the only reason she isn't commenting on his """rapier""" is because i'm handwaving that she already has, many times. it's all but impossible for her to somehow not have seen it up until this point, considering he probably squealed and showed it off to her as soon as he possibly could.. ]

I wonder what sort of 'heirlooms' we are looking for. I wish they had been a bit more specific..

[ an heirloom can be.. well, almost anything, really. ]

[ crypts aren't for cuddling sounds like a mystery novel though, legit, and yes, somewhere off in handwaved thread land Alisaie has made her thoughts on the chicken knife quite clear. He adores it, of course, even if he's still a novice in wielding it. ]

Prooobably whatever's the hardest to get, behind the dungeon boss. [ What, he's genre-savvy. ] I bet we find some key items about halfway through that will make the rest of this easy-peasy, though.

[ Prompto glances down at the floor ahead of them. Don't step on the diamonds!!! ]

[ that he loves it is all that really matters, and it definitely.. suits him, that's for sure. right up to the ridiculous chocobo shaped focus. ]

.. what?

[ you know, for as well as she knows him, sometimes it is as if he's speaking in tongues. dungeon boss? key items?? ????? she has no idea what he's going on about. ]

That makes no sense. Here, down this way.

[ down this dark corridor!! it's probably fine. ]

[ "it's probably fine", she says, moments before they're caught by a temple guard or some shit ]

...Guess the good stuff is bound to be down the creepiest paths.

[ So down they go. Prompto steps juuuuust a smidge closer to Alisaie, rusted wall spikes just visible in the light from the flashlight clipped to his vest. ]

So - death by falling into a pit of snakes, or impaled by spikes. Which would be better?

[ This is the worst game of "would you rather" ever. ]

[ i mean yeah, it is, but she's also gonna take it seriously and actually think about this!! ]

Are we assuming that the snakes are venomous?

Duh, of course! What kind of a crypt would this be if the snake aren't venomous?

[ ...But actually, even non-poisonous snakes would probably be too much for him. Their little slithering bodies everywhere...ugh. ]

[ prompto snakes are cute?? they have no feets and they wiggle around.. it's adorable.. you're such a guppy. they get a bad rap that's all!! ]

Hmm.. I think I would still take the snakes.

[ sideeye ]

And you?

[ Ugh, no, they're like...noodles with a mind of their own, but also noodles that might bite you and choke you, what's cute about that??? ]

Oh, spikes, definitely. At least it'd be over quick!

[ But being poisoned, slowly and painfully?? No way. ]

You do not know that. Sure, if the spikes pierced your heart or head, or a main artery, you would likely die quickly enough, but it would be very painful. And if you weren't hit anywhere vital it would be a slow, terrifying, excruciating death. Gut wounds are horrible.

[ she would know...... ]

No, I prefer to take my chance with the snakes. I wear tall boots, I may be able to escape unscathed. If not, I would still prefer the venom. Like as not it would addle my mind enough that I wouldn't be aware of my pain or terror, anyway.

[ WHAT A LOVELY CONVERSATION FOR THIS DEEP, DANK CRYPT.. and she's talking so nonchalantly too. do you regret asking yet, prompto? maybe he will in a moment, if he doesn't notice that enormous spider web he's about to run right into.. ]

[ Yyyyyeah, why did he ask that again? ]

I s'pose it's got that goin' for it! You always look on the bright side...

[ Never mind that HE WAS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT IT UP just. Ignore that. ]

We should pro- ghhhh!

[ He runs right into the giant spider web, letting out a shriek that is far girlier than he would like to admit. ]

[ enjoy visions of impalement dancing in your head, prompto..

but then he's all but shrieking, and alisaie jumps back with a spike of adrenaline, unsheathing her rapier in the blink of an eye, ready to stab whatever it is that has threatened/killed her boyfriend. you will be avenged, prompto.

but she doesn't.. see anything around.. ]

What? What's wrong?

[ Yes, stab the spiderweb, Alisaie, that will be helpful for sure...

But Prompto is already flinging the thing off of himself, whimpering as he pulls the silvery threads out of his hair. ]

N-nothing! Everything is fine!

[ Oh, gods...what if there are spiders on him now. He swears he can feel them crawling all over his skin... ]

[ ah. she has seen prompto react to bugs enough to know exactly what has happened here.. prompto there are about 1 million spiderwebs in this place, you'd better be careful. but listen to him whimper.. she can't feel bad for him when he's being so ridiculous. it's hard not to laugh..

but rather than laugh, her eyes grow wide and her breath hitches, her left hand quickly returning her focus to her hip so she can raise it high, prepared to smack. ]

Don't.. move..

[ ...OH GODS.

A cold chill runs straight down his spine as she raises her focus. Please, for the love of the Six, don't hit him with a crowbar like this is freakin' Home Alone.

But he does as instructed, and doesn't move. He doesn't even dare breathe - instead, he just stares at her with wide, fearful eyes. ]

[ aaaand she's winding up, pulling her hand back up ready to smack the ever loving christ out of him - then she relents and drops her arm, bursting into a peal of high laughter. ]

T'was a jest. But the look on your face!

[ she's cracking up. there's no spider on you tho bae. not one she can see at least. there may very well be one in your hair, who knows. ]

[ ...

He exhales sharply, and gives her the flattest look he can muster. How could she do that to him, an innocent Prompto?? Making him think there were spiders crawling on him...the nerve.

So without a moment of hesitation, he tugs her close and rubs his knuckles into her hair, furiously administering a noogie. SUCK. IT.

And then he starts back down the corridor without a word. ]

Hey!

[ that's annoying, but still so worth it.. that expression will be burned into her memory forever. both the one where he feared for his life, and the flat face just after. ah. so good. she's even still laughing by the time he storms away like a petulant toddler, wheezing as she struggles to catch her breath, her peals of laughter echoing down the dusty corridor. ]

Don't be.. angry.

[ still laughing, while she jogs to catch up.. ]

I-I'm not angry!

[ He says, angrily, as she catches up with him. His arms are crossed stubbornly over his chest, a sour look upon his face - but hey, at least he's no longer jumping at every slight sound in the place. ]

[ look at him!! he's so mad!! he's so cute when he's pouty. still smiling, alisaie winds both of her arms around one of his, pressing a kiss to his bicep and fluttering her eyelashes demurely. ]

I love you.

[ she's so cute, you can't be mad.. ]

[ Ugh!!! That's foul play. He can't resist her coy smile and her sweet words, and she knows it. She plays him like a fiddle, and he can't even be mad because she is so cute. ]

I love you, too...

[ ALMIGHTY SIGH ]

[ victory!! just according to keikaku.. but it earns him a beaming smile at least, and an arm hug, nuzzling her cheek to his shoulder before releasing him again. she still prefers her hands free in case of sword need, after all. ]

Good. Now, if you are the crypt expert, where do you suggest we go?

[ He's not sure his humiliation is worth the affection, don't press your luck, Alisaie!!! But as she isn't teasing him about spiders any longer, he'll let it drop, too. Until he has his revenge, anyway. She knows his weaknesses, but he knows hers, too...

He turns his light down each of the corridors before them, before nodding to the leftmost one. ]

Check it out. That one's still got a tripwire, which means no one's probably been down there for a long time.

[ Which could mean super valuable riches await. Also, death. ]

[ he does.. but she does not fear him. a crypt is no place for ticklefights, prompto!! unless you want to accidentally become impaled on those rusty spikes you're so fond of.

but riches, though! and death! she's confident that it will be the former and not the latter. so without a moment's hesitation she's moving forward, stepping carefully over the tripwire, her eyes up and watchful. now that they're deeper into the maze, the traps seem a little more plentiful, so it's time to slow down and take a little more care. ]

There's another, just here.

[ the second wire is a little more difficult to see, but she steps over it as well, but only a few paces later comes a heavy, blunt sound like something soft hitting stone, followed by a low, slithering drag. alisaie stops, her hands hovering at her hips. ]

- do you hear that?

[ This is where they really need to exercise due diligence, lest they be impaled or crushed or chased by a giant ball, what have you. They make it past the first two traps without any trouble, but then there's a distinct thump up ahead. It sounds like nothing good, and dread courses through him quickly as he calls a pistol into his hand in a flash of white-blue light. ]

We've got company.

[ He presses close to the wall as best he can, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever's slithering towards them before it catches sight of them. ]

[ well. what was it you said about not liking snakes, prompto?

.. because there's a very, very large one slithering right past the open archway leading into the chamber ahead of them. and are those arms? a naga, perhaps? lamia? ananta? pausing where she stands, alisaie casts a silent look back toward prompto. well? kill it? not kill it? ]

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