"Ohhhhh, this is stupid this is stupid this is stupid this is so obviously a trap you can't fool me Eupheria I know it's a trap I'm not going back down there I'm not I'm not I'm not."

Mittens hops onto her Violet and begins the slow, treacherous climb back down into the web viper pit. 

It's not that she wants to! Every instinct in her brain is screaming at her that there's nobody to [i]actually[/i] save down here. Except for Indigo. Which means that every instinct in her heart is screaming at her that she has to go anyway. Plus? She owes it to this fantastic suit to at least act a [i]little[/i] bit like the heroine it was so obviously meant for. Hop, hop, hop. It's easier going down than up, at least. Don't have to jump as high, anyway. But still... whis-- er, rivers. Rivers is what she meant. 

She takes a second at the bottom to try and steady her breathing (no such luck) before carefully! Gingerly stepping back onto the ground so she can reshape Violet into a pair of fabric scissors. It's really hard, delicate work finding the right balance between sharpness to cleanly snip the threads without risking hurting anyone who might be cocooned inside. That's maybe less important while she's just freeing Indigo, but it's better to get this right now than having to adjust the shape of her working on the next victim, who might for all she knows be made of soft, squishy flesh like she is. She works feverishly, sticking her tongue out a little bit as she focuses all her concentration on cutting away at the threads until... come one! Finally! They start falling away with a satisfying plink-plink-plink noise. She reaches out to pluck the crystal free and hugs it to her chest, knowing better than to cheer out "aha!" or anything stupid like that. 

She hears a noise behind her: a soft slithering and an excited hiss. Her pointy ears twitch on top of her head and bend to catch the sound better. Ok yeah, they're really close, but she... wait, what? She reaches up to put a hand on top of her head even as she stands and spins around to face the web vipers like a properly sexy hero should, and sure enough she feels an adorable fuzzy triangle flatten under her palm. Well... catnip. At least Rita would be excited. 

The news from her eyes is honestly even worse. This is a [i]full[/i] pit: there's at least seven fully grown vipers down here, and every one of them in front of her favors a different shade of the rainbow on its scales. Eupheria really does not do things by halves, she realizes. Shaking, Mittens shapes both of her lights into a pair of lightly pronged snake-catchers (long sticks with a loop on the end to keep control of them at the head). They fan out around her and rise up to full height. The red one is taller than she is! Mittens whimpers, her ears pressing flat against her head even as her tail bushes out and readies for a fight. 

Hiss hiss, hiss!

Suddenly, the vipers relax. What's going on?

Hiss, hiss!

It's Snakerchief! The little fellow must be thanking her for carrying them in her mouth for so long, and giving them such a beautiful pocket to preen in after. The vipers seem positively docile now! Oh thank you, thank you little snakerchief! Thank you so m--

The yellow one sinks its fangs into her shoulder. Then the green one bites her arm. Orange gets her right on her little kitty butt! Mittens feels woozy almost instantly, and slowly sinks to her knees as her lights unmeld and zip like little cowards into her vest pocket. She's got just enough clarity left to notice the snakerchief nodding its little head happily before slithering up her arm to coil up inside her mouth again. You... little... traitor... you, y-you... mmmmmmmmmf~

Th-the red one is wrapping itself around her and it f-feeeeeellllsssss, mmmm!! Ssssoooo goooooodddd. Oh please, oh please, o-oh p-p-pleeaaassssee, mmmmph, [i]mmmph~[/i] Mittens' crystal eyes roll to the back of her head and she moans with no sense of shame or embarrassment as she's covered in the delicious feeling of snake after snake after snake coiling around her and trapping her in their multicolored web of doom. The only reason she even wriggles is to feel the sensation of the strands pressing up against her on her little kitty thighs and her cute kitty butt and her silly kitty back and eep! It's in her little kitty ears!

It's a minute, maybe two, and all she is is a wriggling rainbow lump on the ground, dreaming the most [i]wonderful[/i] dreams and lazily trying to remember why it was she hadn't wanted this to happen. Her fuzzy lavender tail pokes out of her prison, swishing happily from side to side in the darkness.

[Courage, With Des-- you know what? It doesn't matter: [s]1[/s], 1, 1. The universe has betrayed poor Mittens]