#hafailsafe

Whoever made her the team leader either had a peculiar sense of humor or maybe saw something in Neko that the girl didn’t even begin to consider. She was as far from what would be considered leader material as one could be. But nonetheless, the happy-go-lucky girl was in charge which could only lead to some kind of chaos. 

She always got out of sticky situations just fine though, so it wasn’t like she was really worried or anything. She just wanted to see her friends again.

“Nyaa...let’s go this way!” Of course, she was already starting off into the maze without even consulting her teammates. It wasn’t like she was the type to really think before she acted. Even despite the situation and the odd weapon, she was in high spirits.

Though it did give way to confusion when she found their way obscured by...doors? She blinked and tilted her head. “Why do they need so many doors?” 

If he was being honest, Noctis dreaded their first encounter. But as he jogged ahead of his group, falling naturally into the role of leader, the prince slowed down as they approached a door at the end of the hall. Something inside of him told him that this was where they were meant to be, almost like a gut instinct. Besides, there was no other way to go, besides back where they had come from. Noctis spared a silent glance to his companions before opening the door confidently, only to gasp out loud in surprise when he saw the interior. 

          Cheese.

Wall to wall, nothing but cheese could be seen. There was no other sign of a door, an exit to this nightmare. Glancing towards his teammates, Noctis swallowed thickly, stomach churning at the thought of having to escape this cheese tomb.

“It’s... a room made of cheese.” Noctis concluded finally, looking exasperated as he sighed deeply. He had been prepared to fight monsters, not... dig his way out of a cheese room.

@tsukimiiya & @onipride

Dante would be lying if he said he felt any sort of comfort in this situation. The gun holsters hung empty at his hips and the familiar weight of Rebellion on his back was absent. And maybe he was just losing his mind a little bit, but he felt as though he had... weakened significantly. He didn’t dare attempt to call on his demonic power, deciding the situation wasn’t quite that dire.

He was, however, travelling with two people, one of them carrying a giant fish, and the other a staple gun. Dante himself had found his weaponry replaced with what seemed to be a toy fishing rod with a fish at the end of a pitiful string. An unfortunate turn of events, but he’d make it work.

As the team progressed throughout the labyrinth, they came to a door. Unfortunately, once they got closer to the door, a large statue crashed down from the ceiling and landed rather inconveniently in front of their path. It was a perturbing statue, to be sure: a man kneeling on the ground, crouched forward with his hands on his elbows, covering his ears. He looked almost painful.

“Only a pure of heart and mind may pass,” came a whisper, seemingly from the statue. “Confess what darkens your heart, what haunts your dreams, and what regret falters your step.”

Dante furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment before scoffing.

“Well, that’s new. Haven’t fought whispering statues before. Statues, yes, whispering, no.” Dante spun to face his two teammates.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals, but Leon just didn’t see much use in them. As a child he never wanted something as silly as a ‘puppy’, although he did receive numerous horses while training to be the mounted combat type of fighter he was today. So when Leon opened the door to his team’s first challenge and was greeted by the visage of several small dogs, all looking to be rather young, he wasn’t all that phased.

If anything, he was surprised. 

“What kind of challenge is this supposed to be...?” Leon asked, scoffing as he entered the room fully, the small canines gathering to greet the party as they entered. He turned to the rest of his team, tossing them an almost worried glance, if it weren’t his mastery of his own brand of poker face.

“Just how weak do they believe us to be without our abilities, that he can’t escape a room of puppies...?” 

Naturally, as the leader and of past experiences, he scouted the dingy labyrinth first before moving onward; luckily enough, they haven’t ran into any monsters yet. Emerald waves peered back in comfort knowing his teammates were still near and unharmed, though perhaps seemingly restless from lack of action. All three didn’t have the most.. formidable weapons, he noted, but he’s confident that they’ll manage... somehow. 

Spotting a door on what was thought to be another dead end, Yamanbagiri held an arm out to halt the other two men, cautiously approaching to inspect the dreary layout. After deeming it to be safe, the Uchigatana nudged the door open and poked his head in, eyes darting everywhere to only find a single, circular pit of water smack in the center and an exit on the other end. It may appear harmless, but the entire display screamed suspicious; so he tapped on the walls, floor—everywhere until it proved its innocence.

Which only left the door and the floor cavity. Considering the outcome, as obvious as it was, he still reached out and jiggled the knob. 

...Of course,

  even with the absence of his flowers, sadamatsu’s airy aura never faltered; because he had two companions to accompany him instead. while dying in the labyrinth isn’t ideal (or dying in general), at the very least, he wasn’t alone. 

teetering happily through the corridors, arms previously resting by his side began to sway with each bounce in his step. assuming the role of team leader must have been a mistake, seeing as his teammates appeared far suitable for the position rather than him — but nonetheless, he’ll comply and promise them freedom. 

traversing carefully around the next corner, the sudden loss of footing allowed a monotonous yelp to escape from his mouth, losing grip on the storage bag which flew not too far from his ungraceful fall.

    The piercing noises of what she recognized to be loud vuvuzelas shrieks once she takes step into the maze. And to her own surprise it seems that the doors had started vanish before their eyes. “What the? What kind of bullshit is this?” she asks before dropping her hubcap as she tries to cover her ears with her hands.

  As the loud vuvuzelas rang through the room they were in, Ruriko tried her best to shout over the noise towards her teammates. “Alright guys. I think we’ve got to destroy those speakers to move on. So let’s think of an idea on how to destroy them with our weapons” she states bluntly. “So if any of you have any ideas at all let’s hear them now before we’re really trapped in this mess.”

He looked at his teammates, as well as their inferior “weapons”. He looked back to his pokeball, his eyes sparkling.