[kit's quest]

[dramatispersonae]

[you are suddenly at the bottom of a pile of heavy, square-cornered objects. it is rather hard to breathe and they're jabbing you in uncomfortable places. you may want to move.]

Comments

[blackjacked]

[e-excellent

it's a while before he feels well enough to sit up again, and he empties the glass and copper contents of his pockets onto the platform. time to work them together some. . . how :|a into a snake, it seems]

[dramatispersonae]

[wires go into rods, hooks screw into ends of rods, and there's a head bit and a tail bit

. . . this would be a lot easier with nonmelted bits . . .]

[blackjacked]

[. . . y-yeah it would. grumping as he works, trying to gently force the melted bits together without absolutely breaking anything. . .]

[dramatispersonae]

[you have +1 MILDLY SHODDY SNAKE]

[blackjacked]

. . . ha ha. Sorry.

[checking to see if there are empty eye sockets on the shoddy snake like there were with the bird]

[dramatispersonae]

[there are! the stones fit in them neatly]

[blackjacked]

[has two this time! fitting the stones into the eye sockets and placing the shoddy snake into the glass nest]

[dramatispersonae]

[it comes to . . . very stuttery creaky life, oops.]

[blackjacked]

[scratching the back of his head sheepishly]

There was probably a better way to go about that, wasn't there? Geez. . .

[dramatispersonae]

[something to think about!

the snake turns into a greenish materia orb, but unlike the fire one, it's dark and inactive :|a]

[blackjacked]

[hrm. reaches out to pick up the materia orb and study it a la icon]

. . . gotta solve another puzzle to activate you, don't I?

[dramatispersonae]

['-']

[blackjacked]

[pockets for now and leans over the platform edge, scanning the room for anything else besides the lantern and sharp threads]

[dramatispersonae]

[nada...]

[blackjacked]

[climbs doooown from the platform (nearly slipping as he does so), and limps his way back into the hallway to check on the status of the torches :|a]

[dramatispersonae]

[all out...]

[blackjacked]

. . .

[peers back into the thread room to see if the center lantern is still lit]

[dramatispersonae]

[it's still lit!]

[blackjacked]

[yeeees. yoinking a torch off of the wall, lighting it in the lantern, and then returning to the hallway to LIGHT EVEN MORE TORCHES]

[dramatispersonae]

[there is nothing left in the tapestry to light up :|a]

[blackjacked]

[YES, BUT PERHAPS THE ROOM WILL CHANGE? stops after lighting a few to check the thread room to look for changes]

[dramatispersonae]

[IT IS AS YOU LEFT IT!]

[blackjacked]

Oh c'mon, there's an answer here somewhere.

[climbs back up to the platform (sloooowly) and. flops over onto his back to think, holding the dull, inactive materia above him and jiiiii-ing at it]

[dramatispersonae]

[if only materia were powered by judging stares]

[blackjacked]

[JIIII MATERIA, JIIIII]

. . .

[and after a moment he sits up again and unwraps one of his burnt, now thoroughly raw and bloody hands to drip a few drops of blood on top of said materia :|a]