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Kouhei turned from surveying the room, his gaze first settling on Isaac before drifting to a point a little past him. His silence stretched just long enough for Isaac to ask the question again; Kouhei nodded and seemed to refocus, almost remembering Isaac was there. "I think they're safe. This... thing was leading us to a way out while they held the door against that.." pause. Look over Isaac's shoulder. "...Porcupamon. I think someone tripped a failsafe. Heard a bunch of slams like heavy doors closing, and that alarm."
He shook his head, still fighting the vestiges of the toxin that had rattled him so. "That thing's gas got me. Bad. I wasn't really here until we were already in the tunnel." He reached down, offering Isaac a hand to pull him to his feet. "For now we're stuck separate. We can't go back the way we came. I'd say we should stick together and try and find a way to meet up with them closer to your objective."
"...Whatever it is," he commented a little sullenly. God, he hated this place. This entire world. And its inhabitants. "The only question is... do you think you can get through those conveyors? I'd transport us, but SkullKnightmon is out of commission for the moment. That gas got into its data pretty badly."
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 29, 2016 22:31:24 GMT
Elliot paled slightly. Oh, crapbaskets. She knew? And she was smiling? Elliot's butt was so kicked, wasn't it? The boy nervously stammered as he tried to come up with a proper answer, hoping he'd find something that didn't result in his head and body quickly finding themselves separated. "We were talking about how awkwardly we found the Digital World," he explained, still fumbling for the best way to word it. "She seemed kinda shy about hers, and our meeting was so silly, so I figured it'd break the ice a bit. Figured saying, well, that would help make it even more silly and tension break-y. Also Isaac's just so fun to tease. I swear, even saying your name gets him grinning."
Too much information, not enough apologizing! "I shouldn't have said that though. I'm really sorry, Maia," he finished, head still lowered in sorrow. It was perfectly fine in the moment, but replaying it in his mind made it sound a lot more harmful than he intended it to be. He shook a little at Maia's hand on his shoulder, but quickly eased himself. He was jumpy enough in this isolation chamber enough without physical contact being on the table. Even with it being a friend as close as Maia, it took a bit for Elliot to convince himself he wasn't about to be throttled out of nowhere.
"Please don't be sorry. This is all my dumb fault anyway," he grumbled, wondering how this day got so cruddy. "I wish Isaac was here. He'd know what to do. And I wish I could help you." He was simultaneously the most useless and most useful person around in this situation, and he hated it.
Thankfully, there was something to distract them. Buttons! The boy joined the others at the console, giving it a closer look. Thankfully, the red light illuminating the room was brighter than the distinct lack of light there was before, and more buttons were visible alongside the console. A large qwerty keyboard extended across the base of the console, most of the keys faded and stuck from years of neglect. There was an input jack for some sort of device, likely a microphone, but the actual device looked to be long gone. The same three major emergency buttons from earlier were still primed and ready for a press, the lockdown button Kuu pressed earlier changed from bright red to dull brown to indicate it was already activated. Finally, there seemed to be a row of arrow buttons, two upward and two downward. The first upward button was already pushed inward and glowing, with the others remaining de-pushed. Once more, tattered labels seemed to be next to each button.
^^ _ _ L D || S T _ _ A _ E
^ _ E C _ R _ _ Y || & || _ A _ N T _ _ A _ C _
v _ _ S T || C _ A M B _ _
That last one didn't seem very friendly at all. It was clear nobody went there too often, judging by how pristine its label was.
This "thing" wasn't a very fun adjective for the Gizumon. It bristled in irritation at Kouhei, letting out a few profanity-like beeps at the boy. That was the thanks it got for bailing these two out? Still, it didn't very much like seeing people get mulched in the test chambers. It'd stick around for these two, if only because maybe it would teach them some gratitude, but it was starting to miss the less gruff half of the quartet. It shined its eye light on the conveyer belts, absentmindedly tracing the cracks caused by repeated smashes of the ceiling traps. That could be these humans, if they weren't careful!
Isaac didn't take Kouhei's hand, instead helping himself up. "Don't worry about it," he said, halfheartedly covering his tracks for any potential rudeness. He still didn't trust this creepy, trigger-happy stranger, but for the time being they were stuck together so it was either get along or get out. With that rubble-crushed hallway behind them, get out just wasn't an option. "Think we're any closer to them, or is it gonna be a maze on our hands?" It seemed increasingly likely that this answer was gonna be maze. Why did Isaac have to put up with life's bullcrap so often? He swore, after he got done with this day he was just going to go home and pass out.
"I think I can handle it. You?" Isaac asked, making sure everything was okay. After all, for all intents and purpose Kouhei was just a normal human for the time being. Unless, of course, he had other tricks up his sleeve. "Got any other Digimon forms?"
"Right," the tamer listened to Elliot's excuses. Maybe it was a good thing she didn't have a little brother! Otherwise, she'd have to kick his butt if he pulled things like this! Still, she adverted her gaze, hearing the comment about grinning. "D-Does he?" she murmured, primarily to herself. It sounded like she couldn't fully snap herself out of this daze. She could hear it in her own voice! She just had to keep herself calm. For Elliot.
When she touched his shoulder, she could feel him shaking almost immediately, causing her to frown. "It's fine. What was fine, though? His apology? The lack of Isaac being there for them? Elliot's inability to help? None of it? She didn't clarify before she had moved to the buttons.
"Ah," she sighed, trying to make heads or tails of the buttons. "I'm not getting most of these. I think," the blonde shrugged, still trying to understand. She could only make guesses. "One looks like it says something like 'Storage' and another has 'Chamber,' maybe? Do... do you understand any of them?" For a moment, she glanced at the least used button. "I'm not even familiar with that word," she admitted, quietly. Hopefully, it wasn't something basic that she really should understand.
But, Kuu seemed to need to act all-knowing in this situation, "sounds french! We need to hit it!"
As the Digimon moved to attempt to slam his paw on this button, there was a, "oh no!" before Maia ripped him away from the console by his collar, "you're not hitting the mystery button! What if it kills us or something?"
To this the rookie spun himself around until he managed to wrap his tail around her wrist to support himself by something other than his throat. "But, the last button I hit did good! It stopped the dying stuff from happening!" That still wasn't a promising response. Still, his tamer refused to release his collar, ridding him of the ability to make sudden decisions for the group.
"Do you want to try a button, Elliot? I don't want to let Kuu touch any of them until you get a say, too."
"Probably a maze," Kouhei answered. Pausing, he turned around to stare into space near a particular conveyor. "I think there's a path through though." He lifted his D-tector, stepping back from Isaac and announcing: "Submit: Sprite Evolution," scanning the ring of code around his hand and enveloping himself in a cocoon of energy that shrank in on itself before collapsing into a stout, armored form.
"PawnChessmon." He looked up at Isaac, coming up to the kid's chest, and beckoned him to follow. He walked over to the nearest conveyor, jamming his spear into one of the wheels underneath the track. The belt ground to a halt instantly with a jerking shriek, the spear shivering as tension threatened to pop it free. He pulled the shield from his back, the disc enlarging somewhat as he laid it down on the belt. And then... seriously? Seriously. He sat on it.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 30, 2016 6:08:08 GMT
"Oh, he does," Elliot said, grinning somewhat. "And then he gets all blushy, like he's annoyed I caught him. He can be so silly sometimes." Well, silly over Maia, at least. It amused Elliot so much how somebody as cool and collected as Isaac could be thrown for a loop so easily. Elliot's reactions probably helped, forming a feedback loop where Isaac started out fairly normal and was soon reduced to a blushing mess. It was fun! He left the matter at that, however, figuring it wouldn't be right to tease Maia about it right after apologizing for said taunting. Instead, it was time to go back to the buttons. He needed to pay attention to them, and bigtime.
Kuu seemed to trust the arrow buttons the most, and was paying a lot of attention to the French one. Frankly, however, Elliot did not find that one very appealing. Why would they press the button nobody else pressed? There had to be a reason for nobody to press it, right? Instead, he listened to the words Maia was saying. Storage. Storage was perfectly fine! Nothing bad ever happened in a storage closet, right? Besides, they were looking for spirits, and what better place to put them than in the storage. Immediately Elliot's hand shot for the safe option, pressing the arrow button and wondering what it'd mean. Maybe it'd activate the cameras there, right?
What Elliot didn't expect was to hear a horrible squeaking noise. It sounded like a rope was being pulled through a completely ungreased wheel, making straining sounds in the absence of oil. Elliot could practically feel the room swaying, and hear the rope fraying at the ends as it pulled. He didn't know this room was a secret elevator, let alone a horribly unstable elevator. He clung to Maia's arm, a little terrified by the noise. Maybe if he stayed protected by one of his best friends, everything would be okay, right? The temperature seemed to drop like a stone, Elliot's breath reduced to frosted clouds.
Soon the room came to a stop, wall once more giving way to steel door. Unfortunately, the steel of this room must have grown brittle from the cold storage's temperatures. Shards of metal from what would've been a shield door littered the floor, both freeing them from their enclosure and leaving them unable to hide in case of any threat. Elliot took a few hesitant steps forward, extending an arm as if hoping it'd be enough to keep hostile Digimon away from Kuu and Maia.
The room opened up like a funnel, leading to a strange, mausoleum-like environment. While at first it seemed to be lined by pillars, approaching them revealed them to be strange holding cells. Each contained a Troopmon, contorted in a different position and left frozen for who knows how long? The cells themselves were a sickly green, cold like ice to the touch but wobbly like gelatin. Occasionally the pipes connecting to the Troopmons' faces seemed to be inhaling something, but at such slow speed it was impossible to detect. A small, flashing light indicated a thermostat, but it looked broken down and completely useless. There didn't seem to be any way to lower the temperature from it's current state of "hell is frozen over." Four hallways extended from the room. One held a radiant light. The other, a steady stream of frozen vapor. The third, a strange, leaking puddle of water. The fourth, a series of disconcertingly fresh burns in the wall.
"You're kidding me."
Isaac was going to ask what the deal was with this "Submit" phrasing, or express relief that Kouhei had a form just as cute and nonthreatening as his, but shield-sledding completely shattered his train of thought. He looked at the PawnChessmon, completely lost at the idea, but slowly a small grin formed across his face. "Actually? This might be a pretty good plan," he admitted, raising his arm to the air and snapping his fingers. "Shadow Ascent!"
Lifting in the air, Isaac grabbed onto the back of Kouhei's shield. Kouhei was going to be the chassis of this little car, and he was going to be the engine. And that Imp-losion he was cooking up in his hand, ready to fire at will for a big burst of propulsion? That was going to be the nitro boost.
Turns out a little teamwork made solving test chambers a lot easier.
Well, at least someone picked a button. Maia probably would have gone with that one, too, just because it didn't sound particularly threatening. After all, what was the worst that could happen in anything involved with Storage? The other word couldn't mean 'death', so she felt that it had to be safe. Then, the room started moving. Wait. What? Feeling Elliot grab her, she steadied herself with her free arm on the edge of the console, Kuu bolting onto her shoulders. Still, she had to remain strong. At least this was a good way to keep her mind from becoming hazy!
That, and it was becoming too cold to think about all the stress. Hey! It kind of made her think of winters back home! Though, that wasn't necessarily a great thing, either. Exhaling, she watched the air become visible in front of her. Ugh. She should have brought warmer clothes. If she had, it probably would have turned into a sauna, instead. That's when the other word finally clicked. "Cold Storage?" she uttered, looking to Elliot. Hopefully, he wouldn't freeze to death.
Looking at the broken door, the girl watched Elliot take a few steps toward it. At least they weren't trapped any more? Still, it was unnecessary for him to attempt to protect her. Instead, she moved to be at his side, before stepping around him. A smile flashed onto her lips, turning her head to the spirit user. "I bet we can find Isaac now," she offered, as some form of hope. Walking forward, though making sure Elliot didn't fall behind, she found herself looking at a bunch of creepy, sort-of-frozen Troopmon. There was a small inner debate on trying to poke one of them, but Maia finally concluded that the idea was absolutely awful for a multitude of reasons before she moved on.
Once brought to the option of halls, though, the girl froze, letting out a groan. More choices? This was getting tiring! Couldn't there be a sign saying 'this way is going to get you killed' or something? The brightly lit hall felt most appealing, but she wasn't entirely sure if that would just lead her into a whole other trap. "These look like they're all going to get us hurt, huh?" she pointed out, dully. This was just typical. Pick the shiny one and get killed, pick the scary one and it turns out to be full of flowers or something. But, burn marks in a wall didn't really seem promising that any flowers on the path wouldn't be caught on fire and trying to murder them, too. "This one looks kind of safe, though?" she murmured, pointing toward the radiant light. At least they wouldn't have problems with it being too dark, right?
But, Kuu had other plans, staring down the burn marks in the wall. "I want to go that way, though," he insisted. Yellow eyes shifted to the boy with them, who had yet to place his opinion. "Elliot. Pick that one. It's scary and looks great for adventures. Be the tiebreaker!" Uh, no. That was an awful idea. Why was Kuu trying to get them into trouble?
PawnChessmon nodded, lowering his body over the shield as Impmon got into position. He reached down and grabbed the shuddering belt with one hand, reaching out to grasp his spear with the other. "When you're ready," he explained, "I'll pull the spear and release the belt. Should give us a good push off. I'll use the spear to guide us." He stared forward, watching the slamming crushers, counting, timing. It would be close- but he thought they could make it. Especially if Impmon could boost their speed a little. The sooner they got through this death trap, the sooner they could find their two other companions and get out of this terrible place.
Bracing himself, gaze on the crushing pistons, PawnChessmon waited. When Impmon gave him the go-ahead and the timing was right, he would release the spear.
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Mar 31, 2016 1:10:05 GMT
"You think he'd be up here?" Elliot stammered. The poor boy's voice was a wreck, between the shivering from the cold and the shivering from his fears, and it likely took Maia a good three or four repetitions of the same phrase for her to adequately hear him. At this point he was doing an atrocious job of saving face and looking strong, but what would be expected of the kid? He was fairly sure at least one of those Troopmon was directly staring him down, reaching out for him slightly. It was most likely a trick of the eye, but it made the boy as eager to get out of this room as possible. He immediately found himself running for the first room Maia suggested, not wanting to stick around in cold storage for any bit longer than he had to.
There was good news and bad news. The good news was that the spirit was right there. Elliot's eyes widened in shock and joy, a huge smile spreading across his face as he ran to obtain it. The bad news was that he promptly found himself smashing right into another layer of the strange, ice-like gel, sending the boy falling right on his butt. Whatever this strange substance was, the spirit was completely separated from the group by a thick wall of it. Elliot tried taking handfuls out, as if trying to destabilize the wall, but it seemed to slip and slide around his fingers and reform back into a perfect cube. Beyond the spirit, the radiant light emanating from it, and the wall of liquid ice, there was really nothing else in the room. Surely there had to be some way of getting past or destroying the wall, right?
With no leads for the time being, Elliot went to the corridor that Kuu indicated. It didn't take long for the action to intensify, however, as a projectile suddenly came hurtling at the Veemon. Making sure it wouldn't impact any of his friends, Elliot leaped up to take it head on. "Hold Fast!" he shouted, smashing the attack with his fist to cancel out it's momentum. It hurt like heck, but it allowed the weapon to clatter harmlessly at his feet. As it landed it didn't make a metallic smash like he had imagined, but instead a strange, fruity thunk.
It was an orange.
Elliot held it up, quizzically, only to start hearing it beep. The boy threw it away in a panic, only to see it explode into pulp and shrapnel against a wall. As the vaguely orange-tinted smoke began to thin out, he saw a strange figure standing in the hallway. It was about equal to Elliot in height, but perfectly round like a ball. While a few black, armored patches stuck out of it's body, most of its body was covered in thick, rindlike orange peel. Its red shades were cracked, and it looked incredibly pissed. An accusatory finger was flung at Elliot, the strange creature practically quivering in its anger.
"You! You'd better explain what the hell's going on here. I am not going through life stuck like this!"
Gizumon couldn't say it expected this turn of events. The strange Digimon that weren't Digimon were currently jettisoning down the conveyor belt hallway, the pawn in the front steering and the imp in the back providing extra bursts of speed. Their method was as clumsy and inelegant as they were, but it had to admit they were getting some results out of it. The shield went bouncing back and forth constantly, either through sudden shifts in belt direction or the earth-quaking smashes of the stampers. Occasionally the imp had to frantically swim through the air to spin the shield back into its proper facing. At one point a stamper nearly came down on their heads, and the imp had to push the shield away, then teleport further up the line to catch onto it. They even used a stamper that had fallen onto the track as a ramp! What were these humans thinking?
Still, they made it to the other side, landing on the cold, steel floors in a skid of sparks. Isaac landed as well, dazed and confused from all of the energy he put into their little stunt. After flopping onto the floor, he gently pumped a fist into the air in victory. It might take a bit for the dizziness to wear off, especially with the fear gas heightening the adrenaline of the trip somewhat.
The next rooms of the labyrinth were both shrouded in darkness, but an approach would make each of their identities more clear. To the left, the telltale sound of spikes sheathing and unsheathing. While the room would be strangely plain and empty, a single spike pit, jammed wide open, belied the fact that one wrong step could spell the duo's doom. Who knew if it was even limited to spikes? To the right appeared to be a giant ramp, gentle at first but sloping more upwards with each successive footstep. The end of the room, leading to another door, looked to be completely vertical! Unlike the other room, which was vibrant with noise, this room was almost eerily silent. Frankly, Isaac didn't feel safe around either object. But he couldn't just lie here on the floor all day, could he?
Maia couldn't entirely understand Elliot at first, only really processing that the tone he used implied a question. Considering it didn't sound like a question involving them dying or being horribly injured, she simply smiled and nodded. After thinking about it a little, she thought she understood the question. "It's possible. She didn't want to respond too detailed, however, considering the possibility that she hadn't fully understood the shivering digi-boy.
While the tamer couldn't blame the boy for bolting to the room, but at the same time, what if it had been a trap? Entering the room, it was a happy realization that it wasn't a trap. Less enthusiastic was Elliot falling on his butt and failing to be able to reach the prize inside of the strange not-frozen cube. At least they knew where it was! That was a good thing, right?
And, then the boy decided to take Kuu's advised path. The blonde hurried after Elliot, Kuu on her shoulder, only to stop abruptly with a mysterious object being knocked out of the air by the Veemon. But, when it hit the ground, Maia could only find herself leaning around the boy to stare at an orange. "What... What the...?" But, before she could even finish that thought, the fruit began to beep! Spinning back behind the spirit user, Maia let out a small squeak as it was thrown and exploded. Was not expecting that!
Turning back to look past the younger boy, she found herself staring at... Was this seriously a Digimon? Kuu needed to pipe up, trying to establish the situation, "you're an orange!" Okay, maybe that was a rude analysis. Oops. Shouldn't let the pipefox talk.
Feeling the need to address the situation in a slightly different manner than addressing the strange creature in the room, the tamer spoke up, "What do we even have to explain? You're the one shooting explosive oranges at people." Digimon were really weird.
Kuu, of course, didn't feel the need to try to fix his prior assessment. Instead, he needed to throw in his own question, because... well, he couldn't just be quiet! "What do you mean, stuck like that? Are you saying you don't always look that way?" Man, why was he so stuck on the weird monster's appearance?
Gizumon couldn't say anything though, because all it did was say variations of its name like certain... other monstery friends to children. PawnChessmon had steered and guided their makeshift sled admirably, using his spear to push off of obstructions and catching it on corners for a couple particularly sharp turns. When they made it to the far side of the pointlessly dangerous room, the shield skidded down onto rough steel plating. The leading edge caught and sent them tumbling and sliding to an undignified halt, the shield going one way and each boy-turned digimon another.
PawnChessmon rolled to a half with a clanking metal groan, planting the spear he miraculously held onto and dragging himself to his feet a little dizzily. "You... you can teleport," he muttered unhappily. "You can teleport and you let us do that stupid, insane, suicidal..." he sighed, shaking his head as he stumped over to pick up his shield, returning it to buckler-size and sliding it into place on his back. He wandered over to inspect the two paths, seeming to eye the funhouse ramp-room curiously.
"I recognize that pit from the camera room. This is new, though. What do you think."
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 1, 2016 2:30:41 GMT
"Well looky, looky here at Mr. Terminus University. Of course I'm a freaking orange!" the Citrusmon shouted. "Look, do you think I wanna throw around a bunch of fruit baskets? Those used to be bombs. Perfectly ordinary, useful bombs. They ain't pretty, but they sure did the job! Now look at 'em! Can't tell if I'm at a demolition site or a grocery store!" It sighed in irritation as it whipped out orange after orange after orange, each in different sizes and shapes. One, just a little clementine, he haphazardly dumped on the floor and angrily kicked away. It exploded in a shower of pulp and pleasant smelling orange smoke, the Citrusmon wrinkling its face in disgust. "Can't even enjoy a good explosion, after those goons stuck a damn needle in my arm and turned me into this. But hey, compared to those sacks of tar in the other room? 'Least I've still got my dignity.
The name's BomberNanimon. Or at least, it used to be. Don't know what the hell to call myself now."
Elliot looked at the talking, furious orange, confused. "How long have you been here, BomberNanimon?" he asked, figuring it'd be better to get on the fruit's good side by using its proper name.
"Dunno. You lose track of the time when you're stuck in one of those wibbly-wobbly pillars. If I didn't luck out and get melted out of there, I would've been an ice sculpture for life."
"Yeah, for about five feet," Isaac explained. "And it is not like I can take anyone else with me. I would just blow myself up, then pop up right beneath an eagerly-waiting crusher." The idea wasn't too pleasant. Explosive Warp was disorienting enough without the threat of near-death hanging over him. "Besides, stupid as it was, you gotta admit that was pretty cool."
Then it came time to pick a door, any door. Both rooms were almost suspiciously bare, but at least the other room was playing its hand by revealing its deadly spike pit. Of course, the mere act of playing that hand meant Isaac knew the traps would at least be as deadly a huge, rusted spike pit. "As far as I see it, we can either face the devil we do not know, or the devil we only kind of know. Either way, if we do not watch our steps we are likely gonna be in for a bad time," Isaac explained, casting baleful gazes from one room to the other. "One leads us really high up, and the other seems to be leading down slightly, so I guess this is a question of higher or lower. Which are you feeling luckier with?"
Kuu stared at the orange-monster, ears twitching every few words. "What's a university?" Well, that certainly wasn't going to help the fox look any smarter. Oh well. At least nobody would mistake the Rookie for having any idea of what was going on in any situation. Maybe it was another one of those words that had just never come up around him. Either that, or he actually knew it and was playing dumb. It was always so hard to tell with the little alien.
While Maia cringed a little at the little explosion, it didn't seem particularly threatening. How odd. Why would someone want to turn a Digimon into an orange? And, what was a BomberNanimon supposed to look like? Not that it really mattered, unless it was possible to revert him to whatever he was before.
This was incredibly confusing. The tamer couldn't really make heads or tails of the situation. At first, she had thought that they would be attacked, but it didn't seem so. It just looked like an angry orange. But, something caught her attention. "Wait, you were in one of those? How did it melt?" Maybe if they could melt the weird cube, they could get that spirit! But, then again, who really knew what it took to succeed in that. Though, maybe the Orange-mon didn't know how he'd gotten out, anyway. Or, he wouldn't tell them regardless because he seemed a little less than pleasant. Wishful thinking?
"High ground," PawnChessmon replied instantly. "We are trapped in here with an unknown type and number of enemies. We should seek high ground, and with luck a path upwards will eventually lead us out of this godforsaken place."
Walking towards the strange ramped hallway, the diminutive knightly figure continued. "Besides. I didn't see this room on the monitors. It could be because something's hidden here. Hopefully your brother and that girl will think the same way." He turned, somehow regarding the Impmon curiously from his slitted visor. He paused, just looking, motionless and quiet. Studying his companion carefully, intensely, PawnChessmon finally spoke.
"What are you and your brother looking for anyway, Isaac? What would make you risk all this? What would make you come here? Willingly? Will it be worth it?"
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 2, 2016 4:33:50 GMT
"Yeah, I was a regular fruit smoothie until the furnace went on the fritz," the once and former BomberNanimon explained. "It was in the break room across the hall from here, where that puddle is. Supposed to keep the gearheads warm while they ran all their tests. Must've gotten busted or something, because suddenly WOOSH! It's like a damn sauna in there. Still, enough to bail me out, at least. I'd be careful getting close to it, 'cause it's spewing flames like there's no tomorrow. Got the hell out of there and been trying to find the way out since."
Judging by how torn up the room behind the Citrusmon was, he wasn't having much success. Orange peels and scorch marks littered the place. There was a grate slightly knocked aside, seemingly leading to more maintenance tunnels, but it was a little too flat of a fit for the bulbous orange Digimon. Perhaps Elliot and Maia would be skinny enough to squeeze through it, but who knows? If it didn't work, it could prove very dangerous. Beyond that, the room was quite featureless. It seemed to be a holding cell or storage closet of some sort, and unless Elliot and Maia had interest in rooting through boxes there didn't seem to be much else of import.
"Is it a big furnace?" Elliot asked unsurely.
"Hell if I know. I wasn't getting too close. Look how flammable I am now!" the fruit complained. With it, Elliot saw a few potential options brewing.
"We are looking for our next spirits," Isaac said. "With our first ones being in some kind of impact site, it only figures these ones are somewhere way worse." His tone was worn out, as if he was already done with this test chamber's bullshit. It was cold, and dark, and tight, and he was stuck away from the two people who meant most to him. Instead he was left with a guy who, frankly, he didn't trust much at all. Not like it was hard to distrust Tall Dark and Murderous, of course. The look in his eyes, the creepy way he muttered "submit." It all stood at odds with his oddly gentlemanlike personality, and such kindness only put Isaac more at unease. As he and Kouhei entered the room, he noticed a strange plaque hanging at the top of the ramp.
Sisyphus Chamber. Huh.
If Isaac was a myth buff, he'd probably care more. Instead, he paid it little heed and decided to walk and talk. "So. Still would like to know what the deal is with that whole 'tried to stab me and my bro to death' thing. 'Cause I doubt just trying to shank random strangers on the street counts as just testing us," he said firmly. He figured Kouhei at least deserved knowing that he was distrusted, instead of Isaac just letting an awkward haze settle in between the group. At the very least, the boy wanted to finally get some answers. Especially ones better than the wishy-washy ones Elliot kept providing.
Of course, he heard a slight popping sound as he passed over the midpoint of the ramp. As he saw what was about to fall from the heavens, he realized he shouldn't have expected anything else from a giant ramp room. The pressure plate had triggered the release of a giant boulder, which came rolling down the ramp quite speedily. Isaac hopped to the side, shouting "Look out!" to make sure Kouhei got the message. It seemed easy enough, but as Isaac turned to watch the boulder roll past he realized that quite the mistake had been made.
The floor in the back of the room seemed to stretch into a ramplike shape of its own, covering up the old exit and letting a new one stand in its place. They now had two doors to consider, two ramps to climb, and a giant boulder feeding off of its own inertia coming back down for another pass. If before they had time to ponder their next course of action, now each moment's hesitation would force them to dodge the rolling rock yet another time. Perhaps someone more observant would notice a third option, a section of paneling worn down by constant passes of the boulder, but for Isaac it was two doors and time to do or die.
The orange Digimon was awfully hard to look away from, Maia wouldn't deny. She was relatively frozen, watching how weird it was. Of course, she would occasionally nod to imply that she was listening. Maybe the stress of this was still affecting her ability to think. Still, she understood something about a furnace. So, heat could melt the strange prison the spirit was stuck in. While this was convenient, she also began to worry about the creepy Digimon that were also frozen. The tamer made a mental note to try to avoid making the area too hot, in the case those creatures weren't quite as accepting to visitors as the citrus monster was.
"That room with the puddle might be helpful, then?" Maia suggested, quietly. "After all, it can't be all that cold in it, right?" The water wasn't frozen, so that may be an indicator. Or, it was just leading them to the furnace. Either way, it was better than standing around with the angered fruit.
At the same time, Kuu's eyes fell to the potential maintenance tunnel, "but, Isaac and spooky-kid went into the tunnel things! What if this one leads us to them?" Sure, it may look like a tight fit to anyone else, but the Kudamon thought it looked pretty spacious!
His tamer hesitated, throwing a glance to the grate. "D-don't you think that looks dangerous? They at least had the spider to help them out," the girl mumbled, though not entirely dismissing it. "I mean, this place seems pretty big. What if we end up in some pit or something and never find them?" After all, who knew where all the tunnels went to? But, the thought of finding Isaac and Kouhei actually made it tempting. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, "no. If we take that, we might not be able to come back. Then, that Spirit is out of reach forever." After all, they'd come here via clunky elevator-room. Chances were slim they'd be able to find a way to get it back to it's starting point and safely re-ride it back to where they were!