Monday, January 16, 2012

The Tower of Trials Chapter 5 Page 3

Mabel slipped next to George. "So... what about the part where you wanted to keep that hidden?" she whispered as she pointed a finger at his chest.

George realized that his feminine armor was exposed. He quickly wrapped himself in his coat again. Well, it was her fault for making him beat the flames earlier! Oh nuts, whatever hidden cameras that were there were certain to have noted his armor!

Iona sat up and pouted. Some of the purple fur on her outfit had blackened spots on them. "That wasn't nice!"

"My armor can withstand darts and fire," Tricia mentioned.

"We don't know what else is out there," Mabel pointed out, "We should trigger a few more with something."

Tricia looked around until her gaze fell on the ceramic sink that had fallen on Iona earlier. She gripped the faucet with a mechanical claw and broke it off. "Take cover while I toss this."

The rest of the party crouched at the stairs, peeking over the tip of the floor.

Tricia tossed the faucet onto the tiles. It bounced on a black one, then hit a white and slid onto another black.

A volley of arrows landed on the first black tile. A grenade popped up from beneath the white one. Then a heavy block fell from the ceiling onto the second black tile just as the grenade exploded.

"Okay, there may be some traps that my armor can't handle," Tricia admitted.

"We should have brought Laura," Mabel said, "She could disable all these in an instant."

"I wish I learned to fly," Iona added.

"Do the traps reset?" George asked, "If not, we could set them all off."

Tricia glanced at him. "Good idea." She then turned to the sink. "We can smash this into small pieces to throw."

"Allow me," Iona said. Sharp claws sprang from her paws. "Tubby and I have unresolved issues."

Iona's claws were not ordinary it appeared. The claws easily sliced the tub into cubes. It made horrible scratching noises, though. George winced and wished he could cover his ears with his hands but his helmet and mask prevented that.

"Okay, take cover again," Tricia said as she picked up a block of ceramic.

That time, Tricia joined them at the stairs. She chucked her piece of ceramic before ducking below the edge of the floor.

There was a 'shing' and when they looked up, they saw that a buzz saw was embedded into a white tile. Mabel reached for another piece.

"I say the next one will go boom!" said Iona.

"I say its darts!" said Mabel.

"Fire," said Tricia.

The Vixens turned to George. "Well, um, water?"

Mabel chuckled as she tossed the ceramic.

It was a BOOM. A big one.

"Poison next!" Iona announced her choice.

They passed the time guessing what would trigger after each piece of ceramic was lobbed. There were explosions, sharp and heavy things flying or falling, fire and smoke.

There was a beep on Mabel's wrist. The Vixen passed her cube of ceramic to Tricia and slid a piece of armor aside to reveal her wrist communicator. With the touch of a button, she connected the incoming call to her helmet. "Hello?" After a moment, she asked, "Mum? What are you doing calling me here?"

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