Snippet #1597540

Ardin probably only finding that the only lock in the room which would match the key to be the large one in place over the door, his confusion at the room that lay beyond the doorway would have to wait until next post when he goes there. Mainly the fact with was filled with only toys and a large table.

"Uh...bippity boppity boo? Abracadabra? Alakazam? Open sesame? Kittens?"

One of the words seemingly triggering something deep and profound within the fabric of the universe, the wand did something.

With a sound not so much of a sound then a feeling and a flash not so much blinding as perfectly clear, the bookshelf violently exploded.

That being said, it was awfully tidy for an explosion; seemingly nothing other than the targeted bookshelf seemed to be affected at all. Even the explosion was incredibly organized if you could call it that. The planks coming apart in whole pieces, the books flying off the self with little to no damage, the pages of the book coming apart in tact. By the time a regular explosion would have concluded, it was safe to assume that it wasn't exploding.

The pages then began to deconstruct themselves, the paper diving themselves form the words printed on them. Then the words themselves peeling from their sentences into individual words. And words began to separate from their meanings and merely became unrecognizable shapes. The shapes being discarded, Nette would find herself looking at a tangle of concepts that represented a bookshelf with no more bookshelf or pieces of bookshelf to be seen.

Now what does this have anything to do with toys and a table?



Mr. X inwardly cursed at himself. Not only did his actions get himself stuck down here, but Meil looked the opposite of alright. Glancing upwards at the seemingly infinite walls and the slide high-up in the distance. There was nothing of use around them, it seemed the only way out of this maze was the way the path the designer of it wanted them to take.

“It looks like a maze,” Mr. X replied evenly, looking upon the heaps of scrap metal and giving one a good kick, “whoever made this place sure had a lot of time on their hands.”

Turning back to the two, Mr. X accepted the reality of the situation and gathered his resolve to break free of it.

“It looks like the only way to go is forwards,” His voice slightly grim but without a note of depression, “I don't know if it be a way out or merely lead us further in, but it probably will be a dangerous trek.”

He paused. Then a stupid, confident smile appeared on his face.

“But as long as you to stay close I'll find a way out.” He reassured, his reasoning without any sort of basis but neither any deluded hope.

“Got it?”