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The woman had a sense of danger about her, so he didn't really doubt that there was more to her underneath that cloak. But still! A whip is a wonderful friend!

Though. No sooner did Nick tell Talon that it was safe to to through the passage way, Talon started laughing. "Yeah right. 'Safe'. Watch. There're going to be darts flying out of the walls or spears dropping from the ceiling. " Yeaaah. Let the woman go first who seemed to know where they were going.

Moe chattered in Talon's ear trying to say something about Nick. Talon only heard this as noise as he was kinda distracted with the thought of dying young-ish. Holding the torch thing somewhat dispassionate , he stepped through the door following Nick down the passage way. He noticed the sharp corner and wasn't too fond of it, actually.

In fact he was kinda sure that something like that was rather important... like impending doom important. .

Talon followed after, though stopping when he was given a quick glance. Safe or not, there was still a matter of the stalactites over head. Then there was that click.

His eye gazed around. Darts would have happened by now, or so he thought. He rolled his eyes at her comments. "Flames would be better. Throw us off with the water then throw fire at us. Makes sense to me. Acid would be too kind. " It seemed like he wasn't too paranoid actually, just being perceptive. If he wanted to be paranoid, he'd be paranoid over the fact that the Tyrant was still sitting outside like a giant green target on the chalky ground around it.

More clicks and Talon frowned deeper, looking around trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. It wasn't proving helpful. He was guessing that the diverted water was hitting something. Probably a wheel that turned something that was going to cause hell. ...Wait. "Would you put it past the ancients to build a maze with changing corridors powered by water and gears? "

Moe chirped and seemed to forget that there was this heavy blanket of ' impending doom' over the exploration team. He was seemingly facinated with that makeshift torch and wanted to hold it. It resulted in the little MRZ tumbling forward only to get caught by the quick reflexes of Talon. It squirmed some but decided that this wasn't a bad spot so chilled there for now.

And Talon was without the use of his hands... fantastic. His eyes darted over and over the stone hallways, searching the shadows that were just out of sight for anything that could possibly be a trap. Holes in the walls, some sort of motion sensor, anything at all. Hell! Even the simple pressure plate would have been nice. This no trap thing was starting to get on his nerves...

More clicks. More annoying, distant clicks. He frowned and followed Nick, careful of where he placed his footing as well as where he was in the hallway. That didn't really slow him down at all, but it was exhausting work keeping track of so many different things.

Then he thought of something worse. "Well, that doesn't look ominous at all. " he muttered as he looked upon all those doors. Probably doors that held back gallons of water and would no doubt sweep them down stream. Talon shouldered Moe and followed...

No doubt he was going to go insane with every click someone made for at least a couple months after this.

The sudden louder and angrier crashes made Talon frown. In fact, he peered over Nick into the room she was examining to get a better look. He frowned when the electrical rods shot out of the walls.

Actually, it wasn't really a frown. More like a grunt of resignation to being electrocuted to death. No. Electrocuted, then he would be drowned. Ah, irony. Drowned in a desert. He chuckled to himself at that, totally forgetting something important.

Which had to be to write down the list of traps he discovered so far in his leather bound pocket sized journal! He somehow managed to pull it out and prop it open in the hand that was holding the torch...then he had to find a pen. Moe chirped, flailing at the silliness of this, but Talon bopped him on the nose to shush the silly shoulder boulder. Which was when he spotted his pen and started jotting down the traps in order.

It was when he was about to start on the current one that he noticed something and looked down. There was a pause as he computed the water slowly rising. ". . .And rising water... " he said then wrote it down, and proceded to pocket it.

He'd probably get a strange look for that from Leyenda, but he didn't have much time. Nor did he feel like explaining. "Pick a room and lets get going before the water rises any further. If this entire place is a joke, then I am going to fund a time machine so I can slaughter the creators--if I get out alive that is. "

Moe barked in agreement and climbed to sit on Talon's head this time, having decided to take up navigator of its squishy human, and tugged on two tufts of hair in a ' Giddy-up' fashion. ... Moe forgot the danger apparently.

He caught that smile of hers and quirked an eyebrow at her sudden amusement. Well, at least she had some sense of humor and it wasn't a lost cause. But this wasn't the time or place to start cracking jokes. And Moe was tugging a bit too much for comfort.

Talon ducked a little lower than necessary, giving Moe a good foot of space between the MRZ and the poles of electrical peril, and followed the woman closely, keeping an eye on the doors and what not. At least she was sure of where she was going. That was a plus. Or, he hoped she was right.

The clicking was getting annoying and rather too ominus. He balked at her quick leap, chancing a glance back at the hallway. Mostly it was to gather his nerves together for whatever lay beyond that spiral staircase. He didn't linger too long, as he knew that that would get him squished, electrocuted or drowned. So he leaped over to the staircase with a grunt as he practically slammed himself into the pillar for good measure.

Even with the torchlight, he had issues judging distance. Shadows were very hard to read you know. Moe giggled with delight and gave Talon a pat on the head. "Thank you.." Talon mumbled at the pat, as he glanced around the room they were now in.

Ugh, the thoughts of giant sea monsters came to mind. The ones with the giant tentacles that he'd only read about. What were they called? Squid? Yeah. Giant Squid. Ugh, fish were disgusting.

Talon heard the noises as well and peered into the darkness that seemed to mock his makeshift torch. The glare he gave those shadows showed his current mood: unamused and probably ready to take on an angry bear and win against the angry bear. Moe, on the other claw was giggling and bouncing up and down on Talon's head wanting more adventure.

That little bundle of fun bolts reminded him to relax and remember that he'd be laughing at this one day. Probably after he came out of his hole. Yep. That'd be a week or so later.


"Are you alright?"

He heard those words and stared blankly at the woman. Was she seriously asking that? His brow ridge rose as he frowned in concern not for himself--he stopped worrying about himself after that near miss with the spike-- but for Leyenda's sanity. Moe waved happily at the woman nodding over and over and over, chittering in happiness and wanting more excitement.

"For now? Yes. Later, I have no guarantee of my well being. " He grinned and motioned with his free hand that they should probably keep moving. Who knows what that new noise is or could be. "I suggest first finding solid ground either up or down. Not to rush you or anything like that. " And talon kept smiling. Secretly, he was enjoying this. That'd be about one-eighth of his nature. The rest were either passed out from the trauma, venting their frustration on others, or denying everything.
And yet, he was utterly curious with this entire structure.

At least that was something his entire person could agree upon.

As he followed, the solider noted that the stone was getting damper and potentially dangerously slippery. He also noted that they were heading towards the sound that could mean doom. He would have balanced himself by running his hand against the central column, but that probably wasn't safe as it may trigger something deadly. Gah... Why couldn't he feel safe here?

Moe, sensing the unease of his pilot tugged on tufts of his hair and peered over, pointing and chattering something about keeping up with the nice lady. There was no arguing from Talon. Though the small holes in the walls that let in water got him curious as to the purpose.

Drainage?

... Or a breeding ground for dangerous water Zoids!

Talon frowned softly when Nick stopped, holding up the torch to get a better look at the intricate carved doorway. It was beautiful and didn't give off any doom. Then again, that bird head thing didn't look exactly like the other bird heads. The soft blue lights and the babbling of fountains spewing water could mean anything.

A prickle on the back of his neck told Talon that someone or something was watching him. His first instict was the look at Nick. Well, she looked to be more interested in the rest of the room. Then his eyes fell upon the strange creatures.

A curious reaction took place. Talon tilted his head and stared back at the thing that was staring at him. "What the... ? " It didn't look like it was harmful. Then again it looked like some sort of sea creature so there was bound to be a trick. Moe Tilted its head to the side and hopped down with a slick thud and slid over to this sliver thing in curiosity, one paw up in a peace greeting. Talon just stood there, not sure exactly what to do.

One wrong move and the natives would be restless and could potentially swarm them to tentacle death.

"Umm... What exactly were you looking for down here, Leyenda? "

Talon just blinked, totally not sure what she was looking for, but assumed it had something to do with ancient temples. Awesome! Someone with a fake name looking for something that sounded epic. Seriously, someone was plotting this, there just had to be, thought Talon.

Talon waved a hand curiously at the cuttlefish thing. Well... it was cute. Kinda.. In that flailey leg sort of thing.

Of course he was suddenly distracted by the hoard of cuttlefish attacked the woman and disarmed her. He was surprised by attack, wait, no he wasn't. He figured they would attack sometime. But he didn't expect the amount of armory the woman had under her cloak.

Talon blinked, not quite sure how to react to the swarm. Instead he did the polite thing and not say anything.

Moe on the other hand ran over and sat there looking at the woman barking chirps of concern. The curious cuttlefish MRZ of silver was forgotten and left for Talon to deal with. The swarm was more interesting.