Ashers to Ashers, Dust to Dust (Gee I wonder who this is) Jan 6, 2017 19:16:24 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Jan 6, 2017 19:16:24 GMT
Isaac was stunned. Did Asher just squeak? Holy shit, Asher just squeaked. Yasyamon practically doubled over inside of the pool, drifting as he laughed. "I did not take you for the squeaking type, Asher," he said between laughs. "Oh man, forget me slipping. I wish I could've recorded that!" In Isaac's books, a bit of America's Funniest Home Videos style slipping being put up on Youtube would have been so worth making that squeak into Asher's new text tone. Ah, the beauty of modern technology.
The duo couldn't keep messing around, though. They had progress to make. Maybe its because he was feeling cocky, but Isaac dove beneath the waves and continued on to the smoky grey pool. By the time he resurfaced, pretty much every bit of his body was shivering. "T-t-t-the hell is this? L-l-l-liquid n-n-n-nitrogen?" he asked. One of the Vemmon proudly nodded at Isaac's question, leading to the boy groaning and immediately scrambling for the ledge. "Honestly, who b-b-b-built this place?" he demanded as he finally flopped back onto the surface, propping his chest up with his arms to make sure he wasn't laying on any traps.
Asher handled that just fine for him! Without watching where he was stepping, a raised floor panel slowly shifted under his feet. The Vemmon all started cheering as each pool began to churn, immediately grabbing for flotation devices and preparing for the fun. Isaac shot them quizzical looks, only to understand once he saw the pools start to rock back and forth.
Asher had hit the wave pool button.
"Oh god, we need to get out of here," he said, wrapping an arm around Asher's shoulders desperately. "Just making it clear, this isn't me messing with you. This is to protect you," he explained, stammering a little. One of his wooden arm guards was now at least protecting most of Asher's upper body, with his other arm guard protecting his own. He started slowly walking forward under the tide of splashes, liquids from all four nearby pools crashing down on the duo.
The grey one, as established earlier, was some really chilly liquid nitrogen, albeit more unpleasantly cold than unquestionably lethal. The inky black pool was just ink, slippery and icky feeling but thankfully nonlethal. The neon pink pool tasted overpoweringly sweet, to the point of burning the tongues of anyone it hit. Finally, the purple pool felt really heavy, and seemed to harden on anyone it touched like liquid concrete. All four of these liquids were splashing around in unpredictable patterns, all while Vemmon beeped happily and waved their hands in the air like they just couldn't care.
What an awful spa room!