• Tʜᴇ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ •
As the moderator's voice faded away, replaced with a dead silence, Tiferet felt almost light-headed with disbelief. There's no way. It's gotta be a Halloween event, like I said. There's no way that we'd actually... get trapped in the game. Right?
She could hear her own nervous laughter in her head, even though her vocal cords had been stunned into quiet. Surely this is some sorta sick prank, or a part of the dungeon, or something. Yeah... it's gotta be. God knows the alternative is even worse.
Suddenly her joke about being trapped in Pariah didn't seem very funny anymore.
Landon's loud declaration and subsequent wiring of a massive amount of bombs brought Tiferet out of her reverie, and she quickly turned around and followed him over to the gate, eager to see if his plan would work.
It did not.
Tiferet felt a surge of panic well up from her throat, but she forced it back down. Not the time. Get outta here first, and if it's true, panic later.
She also noticed Graves breaking character, which was quite a notable event. Normally the surly tank kept up his persona like it was a mask that had been welded to his face. Though in the face of what had just happened, Tiferet supposed it was fair enough that he did. God knows any kind of anti-social shit could mean the end of us all down here.
Graves' little speech, such as it was, painted a pretty good picture of their options at the moment; set up camp, or complete the dungeon. Completing the dungeon seemed like the best option, but Elian brought up a good point: no matter what they did, they'd have to fight some monsters.
Tiferet's vocal cords started moving before her brain could catch up, so it didn't have much input in what she said next, instead leaving it to the heart, which made it sound shaky and unsure. "I mean, we'd end up fighting monsters anyway, but if we complete the dungeon, we'd be able to get back to town and stay in the clear until we can be logged out. And besides, setting up camp in a dungeon where monsters have previously burst out of the ground just screams bad idea to me."
She spoke up a bit more loudly. "I know we're all scared right now, being in a dungeon at what is possibly the worst time to be in one. And a new one, at that, one where the normal rules don't seem to apply. But we have to get out of here. God knows how long the mods will take to log us all out, and I for one don't feel like getting ambushed again."
Tiferet took a deep breath, then continued, voice a bit stronger now. "We don't have to be heroes right now. We just have to get out of here alive."
She exhaled and turned to Elian, smiling gently. "You, on the other hand, have been a hero from the very start."
She placed a hand on the other woman's shoulder in a comforting gesture. "How many people can put up with healing so much that they make it their profession? Not many, that's for sure. And I promise, Elly, you're one of the best I've ever seen. I know you can get us through this. And if you need it, I can do some healing too. Death-obsessed I may be, but I'm not eager for any of us to see if the developers really did program an afterlife, haha."
She dropped her hand, hoping that her little pep talk - to Elian and to the party in general - had been enough.