Jillian took several steps back away from the torches she was messing around with when Lethe started glowing all firey and blue. She inevitably lost her footing and fell to her knees when the ground shook. When the light show dissipated she approached one of the many long tunnels holding up her lantern to the one of the far right. Through her mask she looked at the approaching extra large and extra tall robot. He loomed over the small skullkid. How did she miss seeing him in the graveyard? This thing was [i]huge[/i].

She puffed up her chest and jut her jaw at the big machine, “[color=Salmon]What’re you lookin’ at?[/color]” He then proceeded to poke her, each time the robot poked her she slid back a few inches in whatever direction he was poking. Sometimes an iron prod to her stomach or her shoulder bursting the puff of air she held in to make herself look bigger. 

[color=00FFFF]“Databank four. Observations. Being appears dead and desiccated, but functions. Further examination shows being does not crack like desiccated specimen. Will compare.”[/color]

Pushing her hands against the iron poker still being moved as if she didn't weigh a pound. She snarled, “[color=salmon]I ain’t dead! I’m skullkid![/color]” When the robot’s attention was pulled away by Lethe’s story and even her transformation held Jillian’s attention. She adjusted her shirt and hat with her free hand tuning out most of what the now regular sized fairy was saying. 

"[color=beaccb]The object we're looking for is a special keystone,[/color]" Lethe spoke again this time catching Jillian's attention, the Skullkid perked. "[color=beaccb]I'm assuming everyone here has an idea of what that is? We'll be needing to split into three different groups in order to find it.[/color]"

“[color=salmon]Ooh! Ohh![/color]” Jillian waved her hand about standing in the entrance of the far right tunnel now. “[color=salmon]I’m really good at finding lost stuff! People pay me all the time to find their junk.[/color]”

Her worries of the forest all but disappeared now entirely focused on the [i]game[/i]. She’d leave all these losers in the [i]dust![/i]

“[color=salmon]Whoever is on my team we’ll find the keystone [i]first[/i]. I’ve got a lantern and I can guarantee we’ll win![/color]” She proclaimed to the others, stomping her foot. “[color=salmon]I’ll even get my puppets to help![/color]”

She put her lantern down by her feet pulling up the book off her back, she had memorized the spell and could recite it in her sleep. In the wake of all the light shows and magic she wanted to show off a little bit. Her excitement had her nearly bouncing in the spot.

Reciting a string of hylian scripture her fingers wiggling about, not necessary but again she wanted to show ‘em. The dredges of magic from deep in her toes and to the top of her head tingled then a dark pool of purple spread out before her. Up through the portal the head of her [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/zelda/images/6/6f/Puppet.png/revision/latest?cb=20090726193734]puppet[/url] appeared, string shooting up to the ceiling of the cave. Two appeared out of the summoning circle clicking, the wooden puppets wore painted grins and eyes that blinked if you stared too long at them. They wore cloaks of leaves similar to Jillian, their long sharpened wooden fingers whittled by well practiced hands. They stood just a little over six feet above the Skullkid suspended by twine strings. Twitching occasionally, the odd click, the only real evidence of them being animated.

Jillian replaced the book on her back beneath the cloak of leaves. Lifting up the lantern again, she beckoned. “[color=salmon]C’mon, who wants to win?[/color]”