Game Time: Cal Vs Calib
==> Caliborn: Jump in, the acid’s fine!
Or not, there’s no fucking way you’re going to just jump in the acid. You aren’t that stupid, plus that would be an automatic loss! And you aren’t going to lose this game.
This room is pretty straightforward as well, and you kneel to mess around with the headpieces while Cal talks about them and explains the trap to you. The glass box kind of reminds you of Saw, minus the cube potentially filling with water while you’re wearing it. You’re trying to weight the pros and cons of either contraption in your head when she mentions that she has somewhere to be.
What the fuck is more important than this? She has terrible game etiquette. You think you’ll give her a proper lesson in the stuff after you win, and maybe after you kick her ass too.
"What, so you aren’t even gonna watch me? Lame. Whatever, bitch. Have fun not seeing how I fucking rock this trial!"
You’re so gonna rock it.
You return to your thoughts, which headpiece would work out better? You have to keep the rod in mind too, that’s important. You don’t want to stumble back in pain and fall into the acid. If she were watching you would go for the fang ripper, hands down, but since she isn’t you don’t see much of a need for showing off. Hm! You think you’ll go with the cube, after all, it isn’t like you haven’t had your horns ripped off before.
Christ, you’ve been through a lot of bodily trauma in the past.
But that just makes you more of a badass! You pick up the box cheerfully and carefully place it on your head, making sure your horns slide into the holes at the top. Simple enough!
The bridge raises and looks safe enough to cross now, but it’s a bit difficult to bend over and pick up the rod. You crouch down, lifting it slowing and trying not to topple over. You didn’t weigh in how much this might weigh, it makes you a bit top heavy.
You inch across the bridge, not too slowly but at a careful pace. You don’t find yourself in too much danger, but the bridge is slick with acid from being submerged. You take your time.
Overall, it doesn’t take you too long to get across to the other side. You step off, onto the button, and hold your breath.
Loud snaps and crunches fill the air as the top of the box spins and tears both of your horns off. It hurts, but it’s more of a shooting pain and a lasting ache than anything. You have a pretty bad headache now though, and you pluck the box off your head as quickly as you can.
The test finished, you toss the box and head into the elevator. Almost done! You can practically taste the victory, and maybe a bit of blood.
==> Cal: Meet him at the finish line.
The elevator goes quite a ways down, certainly taking its time. Which is definitely what you wanted for the moment, but it also skips a bunch of tests you *would* have had him take, had you more time to play with him. Ah the gods are cruel. Oh well!
Nonetheless, you were already there, before he even was. You really want to both spice things up and speed things up, so you have a few fun ideas. Or rather, a few quickly thrown together ideas. You’ll surely never admit you had to toss some things together in a rush, honestly no one should be surprised, as is you literally had the weekend to come up with these things, what a bother on you.
First of all, the moment you got to that testing chamber you put on a gas mask, safety precautions, you know. It won’t help much but it will help long enough.
Second of all, you waved to the mysterious extra guest in the room, who simply gives you a frantic, displeased look. Well, it was no mystery to you who they were, rather a mystery to the reader. Sorry, you’re out of luck onlookers. For the moment.
Moving on, you pull a can of gasoline from your sylladex. Perhaps a BIT cliche.. but it will still do, you’ll make it work. You spread the oil around the testing chamber, leading all the way up to elevator. Just in time too, here comes your little gaming partner.
The elevator itself lowers and opens up into the bars of a cage. There is a door to the cage of course, but it’s most definitely locked.
You toss the canister of gasoline aside and give a wave to mister Umbrage.
"Good to see you made it to your final trial! But I knew you would, dear. I always believed in you, you little gogetter you!"
Ah ‘your’ voice is so lovely muffled and gross sounding, nice.
You wave your hand downwards to the floor, your other hand yanking a pair of handcuffs from your sylladex.
"Now if you would just have a seat with your back to the bars and your hands where I can see them, perhaps I can explain you how to get through this one.
And I assure you, *if* you can get through this mess, you win, I give! You will be far tougher than I ever previously thought and I will hand you my personal congratulations.”