Malfoy take some steps forward at my words.
One step. Two step. Three step.
Why the fuck am I counting his steps? I mean, it's not like he's walking in slow motion or something.
No, I'm just straight up counting his steps.
I mean, why wouldn't I? That's a relaxing hobby? I count people steps me, what, you don't?
Then you're the odd guy here not me.
Are you saying it's a way for me to ignore my thoughts? To ignore the rising ball of anxiousness that's slowly spreading in my gut. Rising and rising. Poisoning every single one of my thoughts and small movements?
Pfft, because.
Uh.
That would be a lie.
Yeah.
Ignore how precise it is. I'm just a precise guy, that's all...
Malfoy finally reach the door. Standing right in front of it, lazily moving his sword in front of him. Trail of sword passing through the air without any resistance, nothing could ever dare to stop the advance of this ste-! WHAT!
WHAT AGAIN!?
I'm being too verbose?
The fuck that even mean you're in my mind bitch, leave me in peace.
It's just.....
A hobby.
Again.
Look I have a lot of hobbies, I don't appreciate you judging them like that. I'm fine.
Now, will you interumpt me again or can I keep describing my shit?
You'll stop?
Good.
Alright! Argh, he's already in the finish position already! Damn, just standing there and shit he'll put the sword in any second now!
You happy now!? I was really glad I had the time to talk about how the sword has absolutely no change against the air current, passing through it like butter. Passing over it, resisting against gravity like a badass.
Just with a single arm. A single arm holding it leading to the resisting of a natural force. Something so great and ever present it infuse our every day.
This was a PERFECT opportunity to talk about he's standing in front of the door. Straight. Arms tending toward the door.
Door who have a small engraving of a sword and-! And-! And-! Argh fuck! I don't have anything else to say!
Whatever! It's still your fault, you threw me out of my mood, of my groove to describe all of this.
And it's not every day that I have this opportunity.
What? I kinda have the opportunity almost everyday?
My hands tighten on my spear, it always does, sweat clinging to the hardwood like it's trying to polish it.
...yeah I have the opportunity to do it everyday I guess.
I just, you know, trying to distract myself.
Sorry for lashing out at you...me, but you know me, just trying to calm down a bit.
Shit's stressful.
[Magic: 2]
URGGHH I SHOULDN'T HAVE LOOKED! FUCK!
My eyes focus on my left on balrow body, he seem pretty calm. Are me and annie the only crazy ones or what?
I don't consider jenna as crazy.
Whatever, focusing back on malfoy I see him align the sword. And finally distracting my mind of any sort of magic that take over my mind, he push the sword in.
Those doors are always a show.
Always.
The second he put it in, it's as if the entire room stop. Like the entire room knew it's purpose. And this. This is it's entire purpose, nothing more, nothing less.
What's it's purpose you ask?
Hah, it's simple.
It's to open the door in the FLASHIEST WAY POSSIBLE!
Malfoy take some steps back as the door flash in a purple-like color this time.
Last time it was....uh, I forgot.
In any case the purple first spread through.the door, imbuing it with patterns, odd patterns.
Patterns that are...different from the last door?
Wait I'm pretty sure they are different.
Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait
Is there a meaning in those badass pattern?
Before I can even understand it, my mind focus, a single goal in mind. The sweat on my palms ignored just to do this, jumping back in the action the possibility of information too tentalizing for me to stop.
I want to know about this door, I would really really like to know about it.
Inspect.
[???: ???]
What the fuck?
This whole curiosity help me.
Yes it does, it help me a lot. This whole confusion slowly bring me out of my thoughts.
Of the feeling of...[Magic: 2]
DAMN I LOOKED AGAIN! Think about something else, don't think about the magic, don't think about your horrible mind bending title!
Look forward ludger, look.
The patterns continued to grow restlessly, like some kind of plague.
My finger tap against the wood, nervously. Testing if my grip is unnatural
Those beautiful patterns had absolutely no desire to stop, it grew and grew in front of our eyes
The curiousity keep pushing the thoughts of my title away. My smile shift up, deciding to kill those thoughts for good, I help my curiosity, fueling it with humor.
Those pattern were big, unrelenting, they were just getting bigger and bigger.
Growing even bigger than your mom.
It's cheap but it work.
The light start enveloping us. All while I fall in the depth of my curiosity.
The entire mini sun get overshadowed, bright day get remplaced by pure purple. It scratch against my pupils, the color is the opposite of subtle, and that's kinda fucking annoying.
I feel like I shove my head in a paint bucket.
Resisting the urge to scratch my eyes, I just blink the feeling out as the light gradually dim out.
The sound of a wall shifting reach my ears. Like always, should I try to inspect it again?
Right now? In the middle of the strange purple light? What would I even inspect?
The light?
Maybe? Would it work? It didn't work on walls and the strange light in the archer hallway. Why would it work there?
The curiosity push me toward it though. It's confusing and just bring more and more questions.
Which is just perfect.
As that's what I need to feel to inspect something.
Inspect.
[?: ???]
WAAAAAAAAAIT!? Does that mean something or is the system just shifty and choosy as fuck?
Because imagine it does? Like, what would it mean?
I try to come up with solutions, ideas, and obviously I do.
More than one theory move around in my mind. The anxiety of thinking that my mind may be taken over by some caveman is enough motivation for that. It's enough motivation to try and distract myself with anything and everything.
This whole anxiety raise my distraction skill to over 9000.
I'm sure a bribed politician would be jealous of how skillful am I at it if they heard my thoughts.
My reasoning, with the limited information I have is as follow:
That's a change of state.
....Or, the system is being annoying.
Do with that as you will.
After some seconds my vision blink out, no purple in all the corners anymore. A slow taint of color stay but it barely stay for 3 seconds before dimming out to normal again.
Well that was a show alright.
During those seconds, malfoy has the time to grab his sword on the ground.
Sword who clanked and fell down while I was admiring my discovery, right in the purple void.
He rush back to balrow left, rejoining us all pretty easily as we advanc to help him.
Look, I may be distracted, but I can still focus on important shit.
Now back in our formation, all my little group look toward the door, waiting for anything and everything to possibly happen.
We wait.
We wait.
And we wait a little more.
Staring at the gigantic hole that's now in the wall.
The door dissapeared, vanished.
Like all the others, a hole in it's place.
So we wait, we wait, and wait, even looooonger
Just staring at the strangely smooth corridor leading out from the hall. No cave, no prehistorical building or fantasy like setting.
Not gonna lie, it straight up look better than our own little hideout.
The safe zone we're in.
But still WE DO NOT GET TRAPPED BY THE DESIRE OF APPPPPEARENCE! We wait.
And we wait.
Should we stop waiting?
Annie chuckle behind us. Less pronounced that before but still reminicing of what happened some days ago, when this all started.
"Millitary mode go brrrrrrr"
Urghh, I preffered the boars.