Just Do It.

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,


*There were a few rocks covered in the silt of the lake floor, but no sticks. Some of the rocks were longer and would make a decent probe, and others were ball-like in their shapes*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



*Gen Snatched up a pointy rock in his pincers and waved it at the tendrils attempting to move them out of the way long enough that he could swim through them without them potentially noticing that food was
passing them by. His knowledge of plants and animals gave him the wisdom to know that anything that grows in that kind of symmetry around a hallow is likely a mouth or trap. He pushed side to side with the pointy stick attempting to make the opening wider.*

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*The tendrils remained limp, allowing him to pass. The ones that were hit jerked like any other underwater weed would, but nothing was out of the ordinary for a standard lake. The hole chipped away awkwardly, though he quickly found that under the crust that flaked away it had give. Even if the hole hadn't been big enough to fit his smaller turtle body, it looked like it would stretch to let him through*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



~Oh... the walls appear to be made of a fleshy material he noted to himself casually.~

*Again all of his instincts warned him of danger. The layer of ice preventing escape... the lack of aquatic life, and now he felt like he was staring down the things throat. He knew a trap when he saw one, in point a fact, he was an expert on the subject. He could also tell that the lake was unusually warm by the sensitivity he had in his eyes and the looseness of his joints. He'd just dove head first into an enormous carnivorous lake! He deemed it carnivore by the reaction the surface of the lake had to his living flesh.

No telling what this thing was capable of eating with it's survival in the wyld... It was unsafe to assume that he could make himself inedible by such means as potent venom, physical trauma to internal organs, resistance to digestion, or physical power. What madness drove him was unclear, he dropped the pointy rock very deliberately down the hole seeing what reaction he could muster and deeply considered swimming to the edge and giving the fleshy bits a good hard chomp with his powerful beak to see what that might do.

He waited for his first test... as the second was obviously far more provocative. Perhaps with enough stones he could make the thing regurgitate whatever it's gullet did hold without him having to dive down it's throat... After all, if it had swallowed the statue, and Arachnia knew this creature couldn't digest, evidence being that she had made it his target and no other goal seemed reasonable. Perhaps he could give it a bit of indigestion.

He considered that perhaps there was no statue after all, and she simply wanted him to jump down a monsters throat and die. She seemed the sort.*

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*as he dropped stones down the hole the opening remained inert, not reacting even when a stone slid down the inner side of the entrance. Just as any proper cave does, the entrance trickled downward into darkness, the measure of its depths unknown*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



"Yeah you wouldn't react would you... just sit patiently and act innocent, just like the surface!" *Gen bubbled at the hole grumpily.*

* Chances were if he touched it himself, it would attack, while he didn't relish the idea of being crab soup, he assumed exalted were not part of the creatures general diet, and probably wasn't equipped for such a feisty meal. He swam down to the edge where he could reach the supple walls with claws, reached out and gave it a good hard chomp with his claws, and didn't let go. He held on and waited to see if there would or wouldn't be any activity.*

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*The hole didn't move at all, other than to give just a little as he gave it a hard bite. No scrabbling anythings or rushing monsters, just the previous calm of the underwater way*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



*No reaction to his touch... or attack. That's as good a reason as any to take it to the next level. He pushed himself over the edge and released his bite allowing himself to float down into the dark cave.*

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*As he slid through the cave tunnel it narrowed and the water he was swimming in thinned as it was absorbed into the walls. He was spit out into a squishy, somewhat-rounded hall with about five inches of water at the floor of it. Through the walls was a faint light, enough to make out shapes but not enough to read by. It gave the room a gray-green glow that surrounded him but did no harm. The air was breathable oxygen in the tunnel, and smelled faintly sweet*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



*When Gen popped out of the sphincter and landed in the dank chamber under the lake his crab body landed with a splash and he found himself on his back.

Without ado about being on his back, he transformed back into his human shape and sat up stiffly, his reed clothing crackled slightly in the areas that were still ridged and dry enough, though most of it hung somewhat limply, no frills of grass puffed from his shoulders now, having absorbed so much water. He looked around the chamber trying to allow his eyes the time to adjust. The biologist in him was somewhat excited to get to see the inside of what appeared to be some enormous life form but there was still no confirmation that it was indeed truly organic. He moved around the room fumbling in the dim light for the object of his search hoping it could all be over sooner rather than later. He also looked through the room for any paths to other chambers, or organs whichever they may be.*

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*the walls and ground materials were squishy, giving if he leaned on them. Despite its plush texture, the ground held his weight like thick carpet. The hall went down for a ways and ended in a downward slope to a depression that pooled the liquid around his ankles like a mini pond. Above the pool was what looked to be a puckered anus, save that it was a necrotic shade of gray-green*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



*Sloshing over to the next chamber Gen looked around first, and then up, noting the next obvious leg of his journey through the bowels of this lake. He hated himself for what he was about to do.*

"I'm a botanist... not a damned gastroenterologist! I should just poison this thing and make it vomit the statue out!"

* He shook his head and bent his knees, focusing his attention on his target. He sat there a moment shifting his feet around awkwardly, trying to muster up the power and agility to leap up to the sphincter and grab hold. He squatted there just a little too long with an expression of earnest concentration, looking like he was having difficulty with a bowel movement. At last he jumped as hard as he could, swinging his arms attempting to grab the ceiling sphincter with his grubby long nailed hands.*

(3 yard vertical jump)

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*his words fell upon deaf walls, and as he leaped up his claws would sink in. The ceiling began to ooze from the scores left behind; ichor slowly welling up and dribbling onto his hands. The puckered part of the ceiling remained closed*

[Gen-Gora]

Descending Fire 19



*His hands clamped down, on the fleshy surface and he looked up with some surprise that he had actually made the jump. His next step was going to be just as unpleasant as one might imagine. He let go with one arm, intentionally allowing himself to swing back and forth. When he had swung 3 times and came back to the opening he punched his hand up into the center of it, attempting to get his arm as deep inside as possible and sort out if there was another chamber above, or something else.*

"I need another smoke for this shit..."

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Descending Fire 19,

*When he punched his fist upward, it would go through slowly and his hand would meet with open space. He could feel liquid around his fingers, but the top digits would be above it. The pressure from the passage trying to close would squeeze on his arm with a decent amount of strength*