彡 cora hale | teen wolf

[impetere]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

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[impetere]

[She nods a bit as she backs off, letting her do her healing thing.]

Yeah, I'm fine. Just a few scratches that'll heal.

[She heals without magic, so it's no big thing for her.]

[dizzying]

That was sucky to the highest degree.

[ Her wounds start to mend together, skin closing over them, leaving first a little bruising, but then that starts to fade too as she heals all the affected veins and capillaries. ]

But it had to be here for a reason. Guarding something, you know?

[impetere]

[She nods a bit at that, before glancing to the space behind it.]

Want to keep looking?

[dizzying]

Yeah, definitely. If we're getting clawed at, I want it to at least have been for something. That way?

[impetere]

[She nods a bit before turning and leading the way further into the temple. The lights have shifted back to the low light again, but Cora is leading the way this time, using her werewolf eyes to keep a clear view of the corridor ahead.]

[dizzying]

[ By now, Granuaile is nearly healed completely, so she follows without showing any pain on her face. Her staff is held at the ready and she retrieves her flashlight from her pocket once more, since she sadly doesn't have werewolf eyes too. ]

Times like this, I wish they made a sensor that beeps whenever asshole security systems are activated.

[ Because this happens to her so often, right? Maybe it should just be a sensor that beeps whenever assholes get the urge to kill her, because that does happen often. ]

[impetere]

[She smirks a bit at that, before taking a quick survey over the hallway to see if she spots any other kind of trouble (spot 26) but for the most part it seems to be clear. Not a sign of a big bad in sight.]

[dizzying]

[ That should be a relief, but all she can think is that it's meant to lull them into a false sense of security, so she stays alert as they enter the hallway. ]

[impetere]

[Eventually they make their way into another antechamber, a wide open space with a pedestal in the middle. Sitting on the pedestal was an urn with ornate drawings on the sides.]

[dizzying]

[ Granuaile enters the room, wary of the wide openness of it. Anything could happen between them and that pedestal. Taking a wrong step could lead to depressing a button that released poison darts, or another statue could appear out of nowhere to fight them. She lets out a breath, flashlight moving back and forth. ]

I keep saying it, but this is some Indiana Jones shit right here.

[ She's trying to play it smart this time, scanning the area before stepping any closer (spot 15). ]

[impetere]

[She doesn't spot anything else, which is good. No danger here. But Cora will start to make her way over to the pedestal, studying it to see if there are any traps they should be worried about.]

[dizzying]

Any stories written out on that thing?

[ Hopefully clearer stories than what was written on the wall before the got to the murderous stature. ]

[impetere]

[This one she's not making out so well (decipher script 12). She wrinkles her nose a bit as she tries to get a better look.]

Not that I can tell.

[dizzying]

It must have some reason for being displayed here like this.

[ Since Cora's gotten close enough without springing a trap, Granuaile steps up beside her, shining her flashlight against the vase's surface. ]

Maybe it's a test. If we pick it up, a giant stone ball rolls out to crush us.

[impetere]

[Her eyebrows go up a bit at that.]

So let's not pick it up. Maybe there's something inside?

[dizzying]

Oh, hey, there's an idea.

[ She goes up on tiptoe, peering in with her light. ]

Whoa, there is something in here. But it's difficult to make out. It looks like plant matter with twine around it? Hard to say. Want a look?

[ She offers Cora the flashlight. ]

[impetere]

[She takes the flashlight, before pushing up to peer in as well. She frowns for a moment, before glancing back to look at her.]

It smells like cedar.

[dizzying]

Maybe it's an offering of some kind.

[ But that doesn't really tell them where to go next. She blows out a breath, looking around. ]

Everything has to be set up like this for a reason. You don't just construct an underground building and have it lead nowhere. Maybe there's a switch or lever somewhere that opens up another room.

[impetere]

[Cora nods a bit, before taking a step back and leaving the pot where it is. If it's an offering, it's probably best they don't disturb it (wisdom 15).]

Check the walls again? See if there's some kind of switch?

[dizzying]

Okay.

[ Off she goes to do that, shining her flashlight around when the beam goes dimmer. She smacks the flashlight in her hand a few times, but there's no improvement. ]

Flashlight's about to go.

[ Which makes for a cranky Granuaile. She doesn't have Cora's keen eyes. But what she does have is the sense she's found something not long after (spot 14). ]

This looks like something.

[ She turns to look over at Cora. ]

This pillar is divided into sections, and see here?

[ She pushes against the carved stone of the cylindrical pillar. ]

Each section can spin. It could be a puzzle.

[impetere]

[Cora nods before dropping down into a crouch so that the cylinder is more at eye level. She tips her head to the side, before frowning.]

Kind of like the combination on a safe.

[dizzying]

Yeah! We just need to find the right combination and it's straight to the safety deposit box.

[ Or death. But let's remain positive here! Granuaile runs her fingertips along the carvings, tilting her head in thought. ]

The carvings might line up to form a continuous image. Let's try it.

[impetere]

[Cora nods a bit, crouching a little lower so that she can get her ear closer to the dial. Maybe she could hear the rods falling into place as she turns them (listen 24).]

Go.

[dizzying]

[ Granuaile sticks her flashlight in her mouth, the rest of her keychain smacking into her chin. But it leaves both hands free to carefully turn the section of pillar without overspinning it past the correct point. She soon becomes aware that it must have some special balancing system built in, because as she turns it a certain amount, there's some resistance as it slots into place, naturally stopping so she'd have to use a little force to spin it again. It stops a person from just running a hand along it and spinning it until it loses momentum. Ingenious.

And she takes the flashlight out of her mouth to speak. ]

I think it clicks into place with each turn. The carvings don't line up, though. I'll keep going to see if I can find a bit that does.

[ And if they don't, they'll just have to try something else. ]

[impetere]

[Cora nods a bit, before pressing her ear to the side of the pillar. It's true, the balancing system seems to prevent them from hearing where the tumblers fall into place. She pulls back, scanning the pillar for a moment, before tipping her head to the side.]

Do we know what the picture is? Or do we have to figure that out?