Pearl’s Saturday night odd encounter(Bekki)
Date: 2026-01-31 14:24
(Pearl’s Saturday night odd encounter(Bekki):Bekki)
[Sat Jan 31 2026]
At The deserts of anupharis
The relentless sun burns down from above, its strobing heat agony, its light blazing.
Beneath this, the desert’s sands spread out all around you, the dunes rising and falling in an inevitable tide as far as the eye can see, with the threat of the Dunebreakers ever on your mind.
Ahead of you you see what may be a structure, but may just as easily be a heat mirage, though approach is not so easy. Any motion from where you stand could bring down the wrath of the titanic creatures of anupharis.
It is night, about 70F(21C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Elm and Sidney/span
There is a full moon.
Pearl breathes in as night settles, emerging from the mirror. “There … this is a lot more comfortable.”
“Well, it being dark means it would be cold. Except here it is comfortable for some reason.” Lykaia notes with notable disappointment.
Upon stepping through the mirror it becomes immediately obvious that something is not as it should be; The mirror as Bekki said was supposed to be in the temple itself.
It is very clearly not, having washed up, likely via the sandstorm that whirls off in the distance into one of the dunes, leaving Bekki, Lykaia, Pearl and Avalon off-balance on arrival, at risk of skidding down into the sands with the lose-compacted grainfall.
During the hours of daylight, the desert would be sweltering, uneasy to travel, and that is if the dunebreakers were not a threat. But at night, there is a chill to the place, a curious calm that heralds possible troubles to come.
As threatened, Bekki stumbles, dislodging a sandfall, but she does not fall, inspecting the area and pointing, with exceptional night vision, even through the sunglasses, towards something in the distance– the temple.
“Either the sun has come down too recently… Or it’s just one of those things Gods mess with” Avalon comments on the side to Lykaia, before glancing down to the sand and telling with a sigh “They are pretty proud of elemental magic, they sometimes just mess up temperatures at will… Have you seen that forest in Rhagost?” But after a brief pause, he adds, with a look towards Bekki “Should I just turn now and avoid trying to draw their attention?”
“Huh?” Bekki asks, turning to Avalon and sending another spray of sand cascading down the side of the dune the group are on.
“Sure.” And so leaving Avalon to his shift, Bekki explains to Avalon, Lykaia and Pearl, “So, like, Trinity want this scroll from inside the temple. it’s supposed to be abandoned and stuff, but it’s a god temple, so the fuck knows….”
“We’re gonna need to just get in, get the thingie and get out. No fucking around and finding out and stuff.”
Not particularly elequent, Bekki waits for any questions. “Oh right, and dunebreakers are in the area and there’s like, Indiana Jones shit to stop the wildlings from robbing the scroll- Oh right…. And it’s totes cursed.”
Does not seem to be of stumbling at all. Lykaia’s response and balance of her body is definitely not something that looks to be human. “Yeah, will just have to take the good on it.” She answers Avalon before Bekki brings up more. “What’s the god’s ethnicity? Egyptian? Babylonian?”
“I-D-K.” Bekki tells Lykaia, thinking it over. “I guess something Egyption, but, like, I didn’t ask Trinity if they was, like, black or what ever,.” – Slow on the uptake, this one. “Aunt Penny said it was some bird head dude, but he totes shouldn’t be around. Gods just kinda do this shit for fun.”
Far off to the west, where the moon shines full atop the desert landscape, drowning it in an unsettling pool of white, the ground itself ripples, the jetstream of something large impacting and dislodging the terrain in its wake, now and then bursting up in a cloud that reveals something scaled and dark, even against the quiet of the unyielding landscape.
Avalon takes a moment to sigh, and before he shifts, he starts undressing, first removing his jacket and then following with shirt and pants. Eventually ending up naked in the middle of the dunes, glancing between the other party members before he tells “Does that matter? They are all prideful egocentric pricks” Ah, the irony of him saying exactly that.
But seconds later some sharp bone emerges from one of the sides of his body, as if a rib poking out and staining the sand with blood, and a matching one on the other side. The man’s body starts growing slightly, as flesh starts slowly enveloping these bone protuberances- And all over his skin, fur-like spike start growing, but they just turn out in no time to be feathers, black as night and looking like they are made of some sort rock-like material, almost obsidian. He keeps growing until it’s bigger than most natural birds, growing a beak jagged, looking like it has fangs incorporated at the edges, and the extra bone that emerges slowly reforms into a second set of wings.
It takes a solid minute before the transformation is over, and when it finally happens, the beast lets out a shrieking screech, which is probably not the best way to remain hidden from sound based predators.
“Cultural affect on the type of traps. Easier to look for typical Egyptian than to also look for Babylonian.” Lykaia says, her gaze vaguely going to whatever that is dislodging the terrain. “But now thatt that’s a bird, shall we?”
It might come as a shock to some, but a giant predatory bird shreaking in a desert landscape that’s all but silent has some reaction. Who’d have guessed?
The dunebreaker, for of course it is begins to head towards the group of Avalon(Hraesvelgr), Bekki, Pearl and Lykaia, the transit of its motion leaving ripples visible from far off, though the more perceptive may realise that it is still some way off, which proves indicative of the kinds of creatures engaged in predation within this area of the godrealm.
“Oh,” Bekki supposes, giving Lykaia a thumbs up. “That’s smart.” And so saying, the demon clambers up on to Avalon(Hraesvelgr)’s neck, using her hair like extra limbs, her nails as almost rock climbing tools to settle herself in place before asking Avalon(Hraesvelgr), “You’re strong enough for all of us in one trip?”
Avalon(Hraesvelgr) takes a moment to adjust its footing, after all, dunes aren’t made for a bird like it to stand on, it even tilts its body to a side to allow Bekki to climb onto its back and grab onto its neck. But it seems to straighten once she’s on top- It seems she’s the only one getting into the privileged position, as, when the bird head slowly tilts to the sides to stare at Lykaia and Pearl, it lifs one of its legs from the sand, showcasing the sharp talons as if to say something
Frankly, Lykaia barely even pays much attention to Bekki climbing atop, instead looking on towards the distance, where the temple supposedly may be, and rather than start to walk, she begins to slide along of the sand, down and then when opportune, jumps across to the next dune.
“Dunebreakers, Indiana Jones shit …” Pearl says. “Great.” Not having any shapeshifting or flying, she moves, like Bekki, to clambor up atop the giant eagle.
But the giant eagle seems to, instead of allowing Pearl on top, turn its body to a side, pushing the leg towards her midriff and closing the talons around as if to grab her- It’s lucky none of them are actually stabbing her in that position. It seems it’s going to be carrying her like prey, or luggage, depends on the perspective. Though the head of Avalon(Hraesvelgr) tilts around to watch Lykaia start rushing for it
“One less to carry.” Bekki tells Avalon(Hraesvelgr), patting the top of his head. “Grab the non tourment leech and off we go.”
Not even an appologetic look to Pearl, the demon bitch.
Pearl clambering up herself, Bekki offers her a hand, telling Avalon(Hraesvelgr), when ready then, I guess.”
Lykaia, leaping has little issue, though it might alert creatures under the shifting sands of anupharis. Never the less, be it fortune, divine providence or a lack of wandering through the sands, it takes little time, only ten minutes or so as the giant mutant eagle flies to reach the edge of the temple steps, where the ground shifts abruptly from loose-packed sand to solid, carved stone.
Pearl let out a cry … surprise and fear … as Avalon(Hraesvelgr) grabs her. She doesn’t fight back, necessarily, but there is some very real terror in her eyes as the eagle lifts her up to carry her towards the temple.
When Lykaia notices that the ground becomes solid under her feet, her pace slows from the jump to spring to jump. Her eyes gaze around the statues that clarify them to be Egyptian, and she takes a deep breathe in through her nose. “They usually liked maze-like passageways, false doors and deep wells within their tombs. Razor wires were pretty popular, too.” She says, not seeming to have any particular care to if someone is actually listening. “Let’s have the weakest asset take point?”
The pounding of impact as Lykaia leaps from dune to dune likely gathers some attention, though for now, and with no sand from which to burrow up through, the group should be safe from any retribution of an unsavoury kind, be it predation or other kinds of monstrosities.
Being ahead, Lykaia is the first to reach the temple’s concourse, though Avalon(Hraesvelgr) by virtue of being airborn has a better view of the landscape, the mosaic runework, statuary and ahead, upon the steps, inumerable blackened, burned and distorted remains of what can only be tomb robbers and or supplicants who were rather unlucky.
Batting two sets of wings, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) slowly rises up into the air, flying straight towards the temple, and landing in the same way- It’s not really the most complicated thing for a bird to fly from point A to point B. But as it descends onto the temple grounds, before they make it back on solid floor, it drops Pearl to the ground. Only to then let its weight fall onto the ground right by her side, lowering its head dangerously close, beak slightly ajar, as if to try and take a taste onto Pearl, but ultimately, it doesn’t, instead setting its eyes forth, into the temple
When Pearl hits the ground, she rolls, with a little acrobatic grace. Undead features frown. “I need a new outfit.”
“Well, if you are looking for a new outfit, why don’t you go ahead to the entrance,” Lykaia says, giving Pearl a glance “And maybe you will find something desert appropriate?”
Though signs of the sandstorm that likely scoured the landscape were clear to see through the dunes, there is no sign of that here; To the contrary, save for strategic seeming piles, the atrium is relitively clear, with what is banked being scattered outwards, back-swept as though fanned by great wings.
The runes carved and applied mosaically are arcane in nature, clear elemental mancy, just as Avalon(Hraesvelgr) claimed the gods to be fond of…. which explains the pile of corpses on the steps.
If one were to be perceptive enough, made rather easy by the state of the weather and darkness of the night, the statues all have glowing gems embedded into them seemingly at random– Focuses, for those arcanely adept enough (Occult knowledge 2).
The lowest is around hip height, with the highest around head height. Possible motion sensing sorcerous dweomers contained within.
Some of these would be easy to walk past, others not so much. Some will need to be stepped over, others ducked beneath.
Pearl replies back to Lykaia, “I swear I’ve seen this in a movie.” She looks at the stones … advancing, intending to move under them and through the laser beam’s with a dancer’s acrobatic grace. How acrobatically graceful is she? Time will tell!
I’ll give a couple of minutes for everyone to emote, then if I can have try attempts from each of you to navigate.
Lykaia breathes in deeply through her nose as she does recognize the magical foci and the same breathe escapes her only slowly. “Oh, the joy. Well.”
Though someone of its experience might be able to appreciate the germstones or the nature of the traps, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) seems to deem the passage something to test itself against. And instead of shifting into something smaller to attempt the sneaking route, the beast slowly extends its wings, and positions them around itself, one set of them trying to cover its head from the sides, the other set the body. And it seems intent on using its armored nature, and the defenses that are those unusually solid feathers, in order to just tank it’s path forward even setting off traps
Now, the bird’s head turns somewhat, staring at Bekki still on its back, and reaching with its beak, it hooks it onto her sports bra, and pulls her from it- It’s like carrying a bag of groceries really. And then shoving its head back in bewteen the wings for protection, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) starts advancing underneath the fire (non literally but also maybe literally) of the sorcerous traps. The different sets of wings act as protection for both the massive bird, and Bekki herself, who is being carried around across the whole thing- Even when the traps make a dent on the defense, it seems the creatures control of its own body allow it to heal before it cascades out of control, and, eventually, it makes it past, reaching Pearl, but not seeming to let go off the hanging Bekki
The gauntlet isn’t particularly challenging for this group, though if it were braud daylight it would be near impossible.
First Pearl navigates, undead form allowing that limberness and contortion of form that should be impossible for anyone, even the most acrobatic if they were beholden to the laws of biology, musculature or reaction time, stepping through as though it were just a casual strole.
Lykaia, less graceful, still has the training, and with no problem what so ever navigates with the ease of a seasoned combattent.
Then Avalon(Hraesvelgr)
Bekki begins to move, ready to throw herself off of Avalon(Hraesvelgr), though what shoots out is little more than a tickle for the armored creature. Bekki squirms and dodges, using Avalon(Hraesvelgr) to block everything, and a little burned and blackened, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) makes it through the line of statues to come up beside Lykaia and Pearl before the steps where the corpses lay.
Here however, the magic is not so ambiant or designed to coax away. Here it is focused, and those with enough occult knowledge (3) would know that each step demands careful navigation, flag to flag, or an arcanist’s touch to deactivate the trap.
“That wasn’t that bad,” Pearl tells Bekki, Lykaia, and Avalon(Hraesvelgr). She, apparently, does not have the skill to recognize whatever this trap is … and so she walks forward, stepping onto it with nary a care.
“Could had tried work out the gems and get rid of them, but taken too much time.” Lykaia claims, staying where she is when she sees Pearl start to take up the stairs.
Bekki immediately jumps down from Avalon(Hraesvelgr), her hair used as a rope to aid her in descending, animate as it is. The demon stares at the giant bird, then…. stares some more, unwilling to make the first move.
Pearl however does, and though it may not be obvious exactly what this does, a gout of fire leaps out as runes flash an angry red around her, threatening to immolate the vampire.
“That’s a trap.” Bekki gets out, though she doesn’t move to stop Pearl, the flames proving the nature of such a ploy themselves.
“So…. don’t touch the steps…” the blond asks Lykaia and Avalon(Hraesvelgr). “Fuck.”
Pearl can try to advance if she wishes, or she can double back.
Lykaia shrugs her shoulders, crouches down, and then makes to try and jump all the way to the top.
One of Pearl’s booted feet hits the stairs as the dark-haired girl turns to look at Bekki. “…what?” Oops.
Pearl stops just in time, though she may have singed eyebrows. Best to check in a mirror (maybe not unless she wants to drive herself mad)
Lykaia’s leap manages to avoid the first set of steps, crunches down onto a pile of corpse blackened bones that begin to roll downwards, though by the time the runes charge, Lykaia has ascended once more, reaching the top of the steps.
As for the area between door and steps, it’d be a challenge. It’s large, sized for gods and their enterages, though that still leaves a navigable area of perhapse ten foot square between the top step and the doors, a narrow enough margine for error.
With a woof, Pearl looks over at Avalon(Hraesvelgr). “Any ideas? Can I get another ride?” she asks.
At the top of the stair, the doorway stands tall, wide, possibly ten by twenty feet, with the width for some innocuous reason the wider dimention, as though expectant of something inhumanly shaped, or adapted– Angels, perhapse? Though the hall ahead is veiled from view at this point– illusions or simply unnatural divine darkness. This is one of the temples to a bird headed god however, so it may be one of the gods of death.
Lykaia makes a groan from up the stairs, not that anyone can really see or hear that with how far everyone else is. She turns and glances back down and seeing that the others seem to still be down, gives the area a brief look to see if there is a way to turn the step contraption off.
Avalon(Hraesvelgr) stares at Pearl for a moment, and then at the ceiling above their heads. There seems to be a moment of consideration before the beast lowers its head and slightly opens its beak. The bird has already tested the resistance of Bekki’s top before, it’s now the turn for Pearl’s.
And with that, the two sets of wings start flapping once more, pushing enough air to probably cool down Bekki, the only one still on the floor, and slowly lifting off the ground. Flying indoors is not ideal, but the room is big enough to at least make it to the top of the stairs.
But of course, the mythological creature doesn’t leave Bekki forgotten- But since she had thrashed around to free herself from its grasp before, in order to carry her, this time the eagle opts for a more resist-free approach. Its talons come looking for her shoulders, and in grabbing her like cargo, the sharp claws piercing into Bekki’s shoulders, knowing she will be able to heal in time from it. And with everyone handled, it’s just a slow fly up the deadly traps these gods call stairs
Oh, and then Avalon(Hraesvelgr) makes the way up with its two minions, prompting Lykaia to turn away again. This time, she makes to jump closer to the doorway, and then tries to prompt, touch the door to see if it is indeed an illusion or if they’ll need to find a way through somewhere else.
Pearl’s top stretches, stretches … and tears. “Fuck,” she says, landing at the top as she looks rapproachfully at Avalon(Hraesvelgr). “Did you really need to do that?” she asks, landing on her feet at the top of the stairs.
Bekki complains- of course she does, though she doesn’t resist, already healing away the damage by the time Avalon(Hraesvelgr) flies her and Pearl to the top of the steps- Trap avoided.
Now, Lykaia, Pearl, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) and Bekki are not split again. The hoodie though…. lost cause. This is becoming a habit.
And wouldn’t you know it, there are more traps.
Razor wire at ankle, groin and neck height, possibly hoping to trip, closeline and seriously cripple anyone who runs the steps to find safety.
“More traps,” Pearl shakes with Bekki, Lykaia, and the eagle. “This is some bullshit.” She sighs, again. “This seems easy to dodge around, though …” She moves for the razor wire, relying on an acrobat’s grace to slip through now that she isn’t running up the steps.
“Could always try to cut it, but it can have its own little things of trouble.” Lykaia quietly says, coming to a stop in front of one of those wires. And so, she tries to follow it to see if they are just hung, attached to the walls or if they lead to another mechanism of their own.
At the complains from Pearl about her top, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) simply stares at the woman, stretching its neck forward a little before releasing an awful sound from its beak. A shriek akin to a wail echoed through several mountains, and it has some metallic edges to it. This sound would never come from any natural animal, that’s for sure.
But after that little bit of intimidation, the bird seems to let it go, at least carrying her has only costed her a top, not shoulder stabs like it did for Bekki. Instead it tilts its head to a side, in that bird-like manner as Lykaia speaks and inspects the traps- It’s probably better than whatever it had in its animal brain, specially a bird brain
Lykaia sees that the wires are stretched taught, sunken into the mourter of the door frame. It’s a simple but insidious trap, not that it remains for much longer-
“Yup.” Bekki agrees- she lets Pearl pass, steps forward, and with her nails- swipes at the razor wire, dislodging it as though it were a spider’s web in her way, the mouring at the sides of the door leaving a series of dust blooms.
There is a click….
Lykaia steps closer to the wall, looking to kind of take cover close to the wall before turning back around to look at the party, particularly Bekki, and smiling.
“I didn’t do it.” Bekki reflexively answers at that smile. She is a perennial disapointment, and knows that look well.
The group obviously have to advance, and so naturally, the demon waits for Pearl, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) and Lykaia to make the first step inward.
With the trap gone, and needing someone to head in, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) takes it upon itself as likely the tank of the party to push against the now vulnerable gate. Now, it might not be the strongest thing, it’s a bird after all, hollow bones. But it pushes nonetheless, lifting into the air backwards, only to then lurge forward, coming crashing down against the door, practically trying to tackle it down
There are no more sounds from the temple, at least for now.
Bekki takes a step, checks herself and looks smug- She’s doing something important here, and so naturally, she has to insure that someone else takes the fall.
Avalon(Hraesvelgr) lurches forward and instead of destroying the enterence, goes right on through it- illusion, skidding inwards and triggering a pressure plate.
Bekki waits with Lykaia and Pearl until she hears something, then charges in behind Avalon(Hraesvelgr) After all the two are exceptional healers.
The soft hiss-thud from high up on the walls sounds out, the puff of air releasing darts that…
Though coated with something…. has long dryed and the pressure in the mechanisms have failed ages before, and so the darts lose all momentum before thudding into anyone.
The area is filled with treasures, open to see, which indicates that they -want- you to take something… or that it’s all a trap.
60If any of you want to buy relics, LMK here.`X
Walking in with her companions, Pearl looks up and around, blue eyes wide. “Wow …” There’s a pause. “This is a pretty cool place,” she says, some greed flashing in her eyes. “Still … I feel like I have heard a legend or two about the cost of taking relics from a place like this.”
“Treasure might be trapped.” Lykaia claims, not paying it a whole lot of attention. “Let’s focus on getting what we are here for, anyone with better dark vision than I can see if there’s anything bad hiding ahead?”
Here too there is little to no dust, no inhibitions. It looks unusually clean, with what little dust there is off to the sides, swept universally closer to the door as if something winged had passed through and dislodged what detritus may have been.
“Nothing ahead.” Bekki assures Lykaia, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) and Pearl, tapping her sunglasses. “A big room. Empty, just a platform thing with the scroll on it.”
“I was late to the party,” Pearl tells Bekki. “Uh …” She looks over. “What, exactly, is this scroll all about?” In the warmth of the desert temple, her shredded tank top isn’t a problem, but then- she’s not exactly alive. The cold never bothered her anyway.
With a glance towards Bekki at her affirmation, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) lowers to the ground, and even somewhat lays, as it starts unshifting, shrinking in size, and with much of the plummage almost growing inwards, it’s odd, and probably unpleasant to watch. But bird comes back to being a man… A naked man at that
“So… We just take the scroll- And try to run before any more traps activate?” Avalon questions now in human form, glancing around the place only to add “We have either the faster one grab it, or Bekki since she heals… And then I fly us down the stairs… We’ll have to skirt the entrance once more, and then fly back to the mirror- Or we open a hole in the temple and we simply fly out”
“Hmm. Avalon, grab it? You will be the fastest to grab and turn around,” Lykaia suggests, finally giving Avalon a look, except he then turns into a human instead. “Way back would be easier, we already know what to expect and they are more focused to keeping things out and not in. The wire may be the most dangerous of it on the dash out, if there is one.”
“Easy.” Bekki decides, stepping forward. “Cant be hard.”
To Pearl, Bekki explains, “Trinity wants it cos it’s got fleshforming secrets and stuff.”
Bekki steps forward to the door way of the altar room.
From the doorway, it appears as though the group were inside a giant nest, with towering arches and tunnels far above the ground. The altar itself is simple, standing untended, festuned with hieroglyphics, the scroll untended, uncovered and open to the air.
Everyone can see however that to step further has a pitfall trap though it is unclear how it would be activated or if it’s weight triggered.
Knowing however is half the battle, and it is no wider than seven by seven feet. It can easily be stepped around.
Avalon follows along slowly into the chamber, questioning to the no one in particular “So, we just take it and rush back hoping the whole place won’t collapse on us, right?” He pauses for a moment before telling “I know that’s more of a Fae thing, Gods don’t tend to demolish their temples and stuff, but it’s just an example”
But then its sights are directed towards the pitfall trap and he sighs out “Oh, more flying” Before prompting Bekki on the side “What would you have done if I hadn’t come around?” But instead of waiting for an answer, the change is happening again, and in no time, nude rude man is substituted by feathered ill-intentioned eagle
“More flying,” Pearl says … her eyes on the man as he changes. There’s some grimace. “That is … intense,” she shares, before she turns back to the pitfall track. As the sun rises, she can feel it, reaching up to tie her dark hair back in a ponytail. “I’m not an expert on gods,” she admits. “It could well collapse.”
“I’d have thrown someone else in.” Bekki assures Avalon(Hraesvelgr). “But, like, I’m trying to be nice and stuff.”
The shift takes place, and nothing moves in the temple. No sounds from a far. No traps trigger. It would seem that if you could get this far and avoid the pit, it’s clear sailing.
“If it drops,” Bekki tells the others, “imma run and leave you all behind.”
“It is alright, when the god shows we will be happy to sell you out.” Lykaia replies, her cadence leaning to its harmonious even-state. “Well, regardless, ready up to gtfo once the bird got it.”
And just as Lykaia speaks, the bird starts flying, hovering on the air as it slowly advances towards the scroll, careful to bat its wings with just the right strength not to have the piece of paper go away flying. Then it’s an easy descent, and without even landing, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) tilts its head forward, opening its beak and- Swallowing the scroll? Safer than anything that could pierce it or was susceptible to be dropped, but still odd
If this were an Indiana Jones movie, here would be where the Nazi’s step out and monologue. The boulder would start rolling and guns would start firing. This is not a movie however, and so the only disruption of note is Avalon(Hraesvelgr)’s shift.
“Based.” Bekki replies to Lykaia. “Don’t think that’ll happen though. They want this thingie and wouldn’t send me if it was gonna crush me. I’m famous.”
True or not, that’s the story and she is sticking to it.
“Go get the paper?” she asks Avalon(Hraesvelgr). “Then we can all fly out and stuff.”
“And stuff is right,” Pearl tells Avalon(Hraesvelgr). “Whatever it is … someone will want it, I bet.”
The scroll is swallowed and…. again, nothing happens. Job well done!
The group are able to turn, travel through the hall, on to the steps and from here, Avalon(Hraesvelgr) can fly them back to the mirror in the desert with little more issue than that…. Save for the fact that Bekki, Avalon(Hraesvelgr), Lykaia and Pearl performed an act of grand larceny against a god who may notice in a couple of hundred years or so and send freed angels out after them- An issue for future them, of course.
The group return then to the mirror, pass through it none the worse, and upon completing the objective, the scroll likely shat or vomited out, then packaged to be transfered to Bekki’s agent in Trinity, the payout takes place, everyone handed a briefcase containing materials to do with as they will.