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Melvin sent a text to Rep stating he was heading over to the Death course and made his way to the portal, waiting for a moment until he saw the Sun head down the hall. Now assembled, the pair headed through the portal to another room, complete with pods and machinery giving out readouts and complete with window overlooking a room below. Someone was just downstairs cleaning the area of parts before the clear was given.

"Well, let's see if we can't beat this course too." Melvin was doing good getting clearance and liked that he was doing something with his down time. Moving to a pod, he went to inspect if it was clean or not.

"You'll love it." was Rep's decidedly snarky reply to Melvin's comment. He tended to get more snappish when he was tense or on edge.

And he was very tense indeed. Rep had arrived that day with the heavy weight of dread in his gut. Deathsweeper really wasn't his greatest flash of inspiration ever when ways to spend a day. There was any number of things he could be doing instead that weren't dying repeatedly, many of them involving a lot more hot chocolate and less excruciating agony. He spent the entire walk to the training area full of regret at agreeing to go along with this whole damn thing.

And even better, as they arrived it seem that Otto was already there. Why the hell would anyone be here voluntarily he thought to himself. It cinched it, Deaths were all completely ******** weird.

"I have a ******** name." he bristled, always touchy even at the best of times, but particularly so when it came to where he hailed from. "I don't call you ******** yanks, return the favour."

Otto was a d**k. Even more so when he had no weapon to keep his mental state relatively even. He'd been playing nice because Tenya had been around. Without her he felt a lot more irritable and prone to poking people's buttons.

The southern boy tried to ignore the commentary from Melvin, mostly because he was right. otto didn't get his nap in.



He'd done the Deathsweeper coarse once before. Back then he'd had Tenya to keep him company despite the horrifying flashbacks it brought out. This time around, he only had the peanut gallery and himself.

He took a step onto the first tile, one he hoped by process of elimination was safe.

So far so good.

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Melvin watched as one of the golems, he couldn't tell who, was torn to bits by a lot of razors that would make the puppet from Saw proud. Frowning, he looked over at the tiles around him and moved to the next only to feel the metaphorical hairs at the back of his neck raise.

Jumping back to a neighboring tile, he watched as the tile from before dropped into what seemed to be a pool of acid. He thought of Saliva briefly, but it wasn't long.

It wasn't really being Rep's day, all things considered. Yet again he was hit with the challenge in balance that was being considerably top heavy and beset with nam like trial flashbacks, along with various flashbacks to previous runs. It had taken a bit even to get himself back into the golem, still sure he could feel the cold metal buried in his spine where it had been only moments before.


No. He'd be fine. Death in this was nothing, he couldn't let it get the best of his mind. He wasn't really a woman. He was Rep and he could command this ******** game.

He stretched. Right. This would be easy.

The tile exploded and took him with it.

Ah, another sucker bit the dust.

Otto smirked lightly behind his mask, and continued forward. A sound of a wire tripping far away caught his ears, and on instinct, leapt from the next til to one further back. Sure enough, a flurry of arrows flung by the spot he'd just been in.

A new golem entered the grounds, and Melvin was feeling sick to his stomach and shaky. One death hadn't done well for the unseasoned trainee, and he slowly walked onto the tiles only to set off one and have a ton of bricks fall on his head.