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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO8YDtN_aY0]Listen As You Read: The Dilemma[/url]

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The treacherous machinery of the old had likely left a bitter-sweet taste in the mouths of team Daddy DP. And with the fruits of their stress being nothing more than a breakdown of the system leading to an obscure corridor, it wouldn't be surprising that they'd be a little bit suspicious as to what awaited them. Through the tight access they would eventually see quite the bright, crimson light, at the end of the tunnel. Far brighter than the runes that decorated the walls and illuminated their path.

Before them, a far thinner golem-like statue sat, legs crossed in the form of the lotus, hands over each knee, and gaze fixed toward the entrance the group would walk through. Beyond its silhouette, the golem would also vary in facial structure. Far less lizard-like, with a beak instead of a pronounced jaw. Though the most noticeable element that would distinguish it from the rest would be a red mechanism on its abdomen. It was large, ingrained in the figure's being, and metallic. Closer inspection would notice how similar it would be to transformers of the modern era, the world our protagonists had taken for granted. This civilization was old, but had made quite the interesting breakthroughs. This golem, despite being lankier, remained as big as the others encountered.

Jaakuna over everyone else, though Kiku's senses could likely pick up on it quite easily too, could sense a strong magnetic field surrounding the golem. Or rather the machinery in its center. It would not be hard to eventually correlate this to the inscriptions on the walls, representing the golem, along with many other smaller figures. Some were praising the statue, others were interacting with it in some way. A four-armed being would even be touching it, and seem to be offering something ethereal of its being. What exactly? It'd remain quite vague.

The second thing the group would notice was a set of three machines. One further to the left of the statue, one to the right. And with a little looking around, behind the 'throne' of the golem, they'd find the third mechanism. All of which were clearly connected to it in some way, and with a singular, large opening on each. An arm could most certainly fit in these peculiar mechanisms. Though before any hasty conclusions could be made, the team would be invited to take notice of the inscriptions below the representation of the sitting golem on the wall.

[center][i]We of Fan'Shuo built Jian-Huren in our failure to wield the Source
Great guides, they were
The few of our people that could wield the power descending from the heavens
Would wield the key to awakening them in their slumber
But as the Worm grew, the few capable of bending the little Source left slowly vanished
As such, our Jian-Huren would learn to feast on our Source
A small offering from a few, for the prosperity of the many[/i][/center]

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[center][h2][color=f26522]Rumia Shinrikyo[/color][/h2]

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The hourglass was running low. That disconcerting voice made sure to remind them of that. All that was missing was some annoying little jeopardy-theme to come with the incessant ticking. More and more Rumia was inclined to simply walk into the pass door and kick out anyone that wasn't her cousin, including the cute lil' Hime. Though on the other hand, the ginger hoped her intellectual counterpart would figure something out and prevent anymore brain-hurtin' on her side.

Ol' Tashiro she didn't even keep the name in mind would propose they all walked into one of the doors, or do nothing. It sounded a bit daring, and even prompted the lass to raise an eyebrow. The fact of the matter was that if Kyoka had said the same thing, there'd be little to no skepticism on the lass' expression. But like any of her kind, she just had to slightly discredit the outsider. She didn't budge, as a slightly insult to his suggestion.

But then female Walter White would propose something of the same flavor. That they'd all go at this together. Though that wouldn't be before a forced group hug of sorts was shoehorned by the sexual deviant of the gang.

"[color=f26522]Ayy cuz! Y'know you could just bring 'em all t'me. No need to be roughhousin' me.[/color]"

It was followed by a chuckle as she'd finally lend her attention to the blonde gal. Something about family and all that, which would just prompt an eyeroll from the more belligerent factor of the group. It seemed Kyoka was more open to others, while Rumia's limited thinking kept her locked in a more traditionalist thing. Blood and kin first, the rest were mostly outsiders and distractions.

"[color=f26522]I dunno cuz ... Y'sure you wanna risk this shitty trip for sum gamble? If we went like dat we could just raid one of these casinos ran by dem red-clays. Fuckin' red clays.[/color]"

Her tangent was quick to derive from the issue, and thus distract her from the possible flaws of this logic. But Kyoka was the thinker, and Rumia's internal processor couldn't really be bothered to think beyond the immediate actions they were gonna take. A deadpan stare would capture the two doors they were meant to engage with for a brief moment before turning back to the druggie.

"[color=f26522]Mmmm ... I'd say we take the winning door but I dunno. You're the one with the mighty fine brain, cousiiiin. But I guess we could kick tear that voice a new asshole if they fail us, as a team~[/color]"

Knuckles cracked, as she'd maliciously glanced toward the camera.

"[color=f26522]No objections, lady.[/color]"