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Originally Posted by Monique Bernard  Monique proceeded down the cave when she came to a fork. She took a few steps toward the right when all of a sudden a loud sound met her ears. No way, she did not want a headache.
She then took a few steps to the left. This wasn't so bad. And then it hit her. A horrible smell filled her. They really were going to make this hard, weren't they?
She took a few steps back to the center of the fork. Which way to go? The left path had a bad smell and the right path had loud noises.
Looking from left to right she chose to head left toward the smell. Using her free hand she held it up to her nose in an attempt to block some of the smell and started down the path. The source of the smell sticks to the bottom of your shoe. Rotten vegetation and the unpleasant excretions of the mimbulus mimbletonia: stinksap. Harmless... unless you are of a weak stomach.
As you proceed further through the tunnel, you find that it’s become packed with several leafy, non-threatening plants. Your surroundings look normal enough, until you come across a fully grown plant enclosed in a soundproof box. As you walk a little closer and get a good look at the plant, you see that the root of it is acting quite strangely. You can see its little mouth opening and closing, and you can tell, although you can’t hear, that it is screaming. Beyond this screaming plant is a solid, transparent barrier that you must pass... but how? Quote:
Originally Posted by Noel Laurent Pulling for a moment, he softened his grip on the vine before standing up straight and holding it in his hands, looking around at the others and up the cave wall. The vine had stayed surprisingly. He was so sure that it would have broken off, even if he was praying that it would have not ripped off from the wall. Or ground…wherever the plant was connected to at the moment.
And who would have thought the plant was so squishy and soft? The shear ugliness of the thing in contrast to the texture was quite perplexing. Shaking his head after becoming distracted with the feel of the vine, he moved a few more steps back to see how far the vine went. Not nearly enough to get down the drop in the cave. Or so he thought. Better be safe than sorry and trapped.
Letting go of the vine, he needed to make a path to the drop the rope like vine he hoped to be creating in between the umbrella flowers, so he didn’t waste any length of the vines. That is, if he could even get enough down from the wall. It would probably take a lot of pulling and tugging to get them down. To warm his arms up however, he’d start with the path. Laying it out in his mind, starting from the spot where he had tested out a vine, he pointed his path through the umbrella flowers and to the drop, and everything in that path, had to go. Of course, the flowers wouldn’t be just tossed aside. He’d be using them.
Or maybe not all of them. He counted about thirteen of the flowers, and he’d probably only need eight of them. If he was able to fit more on his body, then so be it, but for now, he had a path to make. Waving around his arms in circles to warm them and his shoulders up, he held them across his body, trying to stretch them as much as possible before going to work. Starting…with this flower. Tugging it until it uprooted, he left it to the side before going onto the next, and then the next, creating a good pile of the flowers. After only a few minutes, and with the last one, Noel stood straight before tossing the last flower to the pile behind him without turning. That was the easy part. What he needed to do with these vines however, was probably going to be tougher and take a lot longer, nevertheless, he always hoped that things would turn out easier. Wiping any dirt off of his hands as his eyes searched for a jagged rock of some sort, although it being a little difficult with the small amount of light, he rubbed the back of his neck for a moment or so before closing his blue eyes in defeat.
He should’ve known staying clean would be impossible. Going down on his knees and hands, he continued his search for a good rock, cursing himself for not keeping the one he used at the beginning of the cave with the fireseeds. Alas though! It was a bit larger than the one he had used before, but it looked good enough for him to use on the vines. Smiling, he stood up and went over to the wall, taking a long vine and tracing it down to find where it was connected, or at least some kind of weak spot. With the others overlapping, and some looking as if there was no end to it, he supposed he’d just need to cut down where he could and get the longest piece out of the vine as possible.
Lowering the vine down to the earth as much as it was able to bend over the others to obtain the longest piece that he could, he held firmly there so it wouldn’t wiggle, causing him to miss his hit. Also making sure the sharp part of the rock was face downward, the Beauxbatons champion raised the rock over his head before bringing it down hard, slicing it across the vine at the same time, as if cutting it. As the rock came down on the vine, the sound of the rock being smashed against the wall that the vine rested on echoed through the wall. Fortunately for the Beauxbaton, he'd done considerably damage to the vine, even though it was not completely disconnected yet. A few more blows should do the trick. Quote:
Originally Posted by Jermaine Rousseau Jermaine continued along the cave with the small amount of light leading his way. Holding his right hand out in front of him it suddenly starts to itch... but not as much as the hand wrapped in the smoking scarf holding the fireseeds. What in the name of all that is magical is causing his hands to itch like that?
Not able to see that there is a rash spreading on his hands he rubs his right hand on the left sleeve of his robes. Ahh, that feels better... for now. However the left hand still itches like crazy but he can't get to it because he doesn't want to drop his only light source.
Rolling the fireseeds in his left hand to try and relieve the itching he keeps going, hopefully getting closer to his wand.
Of course... there's a fork in the road. Staring at the two different paths he knows that if he chooses the wrong one it will only lead him further away from his wand. First looking to the right he hears some crazy loud noise coming from that direction. He knew if he went that way he wouldn't even be able to hear himself think with all the noise that was being made. If he couldn't think then he wouldn't be able to finish the task at hand.
Choosing to go to the left he almost turned back to take the noisy path as a smell that would choke a skunk hit his nose. What. Had. Died. In. There!? Whatever it was it did not smell pretty.
Gagging, eyes watering and hands still itching he felt that this was the right way to go. Whoever hid his wand probably thought he wouldn't go the way of the smell which means they probably hid his wand in that direction. So that is where he went, to the left, towards the smell and his wand... hopefully.
No smell, no matter how wretched it was was going to keep him from getting his wand. The source of the smell sticks to the bottom of your shoe. Rotten vegetation and the unpleasant excretions of the mimbulus mimbletonia: stinksap. Harmless... unless you are of a weak stomach.
As you proceed further through the tunnel, you come upon an area that is thick with massive plants in the shape of an umbrella. Walking around these plants would be fairly easy if it weren’t for the fact that all pathways are currently blocked by plants resembling large, thick, black slugs. The plants’ surfaces are covered with protrusions that are shooting out a thick, yellowish-green pus smelling of gasoline. The streams of pus are constant, shooting across the walkway. Your only option is to go forward, though, which means you’ll need to find a way past the dangerous, pus-spewing plants.
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