Heart of Dorkness Terror Forty-Two - Rattle

Terror Forty-Two - Rattle

Terror Forty-Two - Rattle

Es reaches out, grabs the gate, then rattles it about.

It doesnt do much. Well, thats a bumr, I say. Is there another way around?

The gate at the other... Es pauses. Her voice is echoing in the cistern, the wide open space and tall ceiling perfect for noise to travel. She whispers the rest of her sentence. Theres a gate on the other side too. We cant just go around. Also, wed be fighting the current.

Makes sense, I say. Any other entrances?

We could go back? Im sure if you give a day or two I could figure sothing else out?

I shake my head. No, were on a tight deadline.

We are? Es asks.

I cant exactly admit to her that the goddess of Darkness will ride into Montele at the head of a never-ending tide of monsters if Im not back ho within the next six days. Yeah, I say. Felix, can you spot a lock or anything?

Theres a padlock on the side there, Felix says. She points to our right and up a bit. Do you think you can, uh, take care of it?

She probably ans my squirters. They're great at smaller locks, which this might not be. Then again, how secure would soone want a grate in their cistern to be? Let see. I pull myself up with the help of the gates bars. The opening between the bars isnt wide enough for my head to pass through, but I can reach in.

Pinching my tongue between my teeth, I wiggle my arm through the gap, then smack it around while trying to find the lock. Higher, Felix says. Theres a bar, and a hole in that bar with a loop, and thats where the lock is.

I reach up and find a flat piece of tal sticking out of the gate. Its all rusty and rough. Following it with my fingers leads to a big, old padlock. Its bigger than both of my fists together, and the hole on the front is large enough I can fit my pinkie into it. Thats going to be tricky to undo, I mutter.

So, we need to go back? Es asks.

Not quite, I say. I pulse my magic, and a few of my little friends start to squirm. Specifically, I can feel the squirters hiding under my clothes scuttle about. Theyre clever enough to climb my shirt and along the length of my arm where they exit my sleeve. Give two minutes, I say.

Oh, are you doing magic? Es asks. Anger could do it.

Im not an Anger mage, I say. But, uh, yeah, Im doing magic of a sort. Ill have this open in no ti. Its just going to require a bit of concentration.

Es nods, then lowers her hand. Im going to let go of my light. Were making noise already, and I dont want to give us away.

That sounds like a good idea, so I give her a nod while guiding my squirter friends into the lock. They make little squishing sounds, like stomping on a sponge full of syrup, but quieter.

I scritch one of my little friends on the back as it squirts away. Listening very closely, I can make out the faint sizzle of tal being eaten by squirter acid. Theyre getting through!

I think this might work, I whisper.

Great! Es cheers quietly while Felix nods.

Theres a cling and plop as the bottom of the lock cos apart and hits the water, and I reach out and barely manage to catch the rest of it before it falls into the water.

Okay, okay, I have it, I say. I squeeze my other arm through and lower the padlock down before letting it sink under the water. My little squirter friends have plenty of ti to sneak back up my sleeve, though I dont know how much juice they have left. The padlock being under water should disguise our entrance, I hope. If soone cos in after us, itll probably just look like it rusted apartthat is, if they even bother looking for it.

The gate squeals as I push it open. I wince and stop. Thats really loud, I complain.

I can maybe help? Felix says. If I try, I can make the wind stop moving. That makes things sound muffled.

Oh, thats a great idea, I say.

Felix grins, obviously--and rightfully--proud of herself. She focuses, and I feel the wind shift around us. It becos a tiny bit harder to breathe, like walking into a warm room with no open windows.

I push the gate open again, and while it is pretty squealy, its not as bad, and the echo is muffled. Nice work, I say as I squish myself through. Es and Felix follow . None of us can hold back grins. Weve made it!

Lets push the door shut, Es says. Just in case.

I nod, then while Es isnt paying attention, I send out an echo ahead of us and to the door leading into the cistern. It should be able to squeeze past and return if soones coming down.

Stepping up and out of the water is a drag. I didnt realize how heavy my clothes are when wet, or the buoyancy I had when partially subrged. Also, my toes are freezing.

Okay, I say. A small break to wring things out, then we get changed and we move on to phase two.

Es nods and sits on the edge of the platform to take off her shoes and empty them of water. I do the sa, and squish my socks as best I can without removing them to dribble out the wetness. This is going to be gross.

I have everyones uniforms, Es says as she opens her backpack. There are three white robes within. We should probably dry off a little more before though.

Felix, can you help us with that? I ask.

Huh? I do Joy, not, uh... Fear is water, right?

I nod. I know. But if you can make the wind move in a tight circle around us, then well dry off faster. Uh, but we should start slow.

Oh, I guess that can work. Like hanging clothes out to dry, but were wearing it?

Exactly!

Felix giggles, then she spins around. The first ti theres barely any change in the air, but I definitely feel it the second ti. I close my eyes as a quick wind whips up around us and I feel my cloak billowing wide. I catch it before it can fly off, and I notice Es hugging her backpack close.

Felix spins round and round, her giggles getting a bit manic as a small tornado-like wind whips at us. Then she stops.

Are you okay? I ask. Im not sure if Im drier, but Im certainly feeling giddier. Ess hair is extra wild too.

Yeah! Felix says. She stumbles. Dizzy.

Then she pukes all over the ground.

Oh, yuck. Felix!

My lunch! Felix complains.

Wash your face off, Es says. And your shirt.

Thats disgusting, I say. At least I have sothing to empower any disgust magic with. Your shirts all ssy too.

Guess so, Felix says. She looks at the... stuff on the edge of the platform, then shrugs and jumps into the cistern with a splash. She surfaces and shakes her head, then grins up at us. Clean!

I cant help but laugh before moving to the edge and helping her up. Co on. Now its going to take even longer to get you dry.

Thats okay. I can put the robes on anyway, I dont mind. Felix climbs up the platform and starts undressing while Es does the sa. I grab the robes that are ant for , then move over to the edge and squeeze into them.

Arent you taking off your cloak, at least? Es asks.

No, its a special cloak, I say. I dont want to leave it behind.

Oh, alright. Es says. She stuffs her things in her backpack and then shuffles into her robes. We look a bit silly, the robes not fitting quite right. Mine are lumpy, Ess are too big, and Felix is obviously very wet under hers.

Itll have to do!

Is there anything important in your bags? I ask Es.

Just my clothes, she says. Nothing I cant lose, and nothing thatll trace things back to , I dont think.

Cool! Well probably be leaving from elsewhere.

You still havent told the last phase, Es says. She crosses her arms. Shouldnt I know by now?

Dont worry. Its going to be spectacular!

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