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For the second time, Reine had woken up in the infirmary with Jordan beside her. She was hoping it wouldn't become some sort of trend- the point of training was to be able to take care of yourself- and make yourself stronger- wasn't it?

With this in mind, Reine slunk out of her room after days of recuperation. She had mostly healed up, and this time, she wasn't going to ask Jordan along, even if she was slightly afraid of bleeding to death on her own or the like. There had been trained hunters on watch at the Miss Taken Tower, at least.. that was a relief, wasn't it? Reine was loathe to try the same training course again, after what had happened; she didn't need new burns on her arms.

Perhaps a different one. Whatever it was, she knew she needed the practice.. Jordan wouldn't always be around to pick her up. Blushing slightly at the thought, she looked around, trying to distract herself by figuring out which course to run.

"Hmm?" Reine turned around, looking somewhat spacey. "Oh! Nah, I'm good- just can't decide which one to go for, y'know? Just felt like I had to train a bit, or just toughen myself up in general.." She didn't have much of an impression on this guy, but he did look vaguely familiar, and he seemed pretty nice.

"How about you? Got any recommendations?" The life trainee turned over to him, smiling. "Reine Walker, by the way. Nice to meet you!"

"Yeah!" Reine beamed at him, nodding emphatically. It wasn't just the last mission.. or the one before, after all, the missions up to now could pretty much have been considered successes, and the halloweeners were probably the last thing on her mind right now.

"Death course, huh?" She chewed her lip, then smiled wryly. "Yeah, I didn't do too well with Mist, either- Death sounds pretty good! Not completely sure what it's about, but heh, can't be too bad, can it?"

Heh heh heh. Reine didn't sound too convinced herself, but what didn't kill you made you stronger, didn't it? She giggled a little at the introduction, then clumsily attempted a curtsey. Robert was the dancer, not her.

"I'd be glad to." Now, hopefully this other guy wouldn't end up carrying her out of the arena- or vice versa. He didn't look very portable.

"Sure!" She followed after him happily, excited to see what the training course would be like. When they entered, though, Reine cringed visibly- not.. not pods, again? At least golems would mean that she wouldn't sustain physical injuries, and that at least she was a little grateful for.

"Good luck to you too, Deryk!" Flashing him a somewhat wobbly grin, Reine steeled herself and jumped into the pod, letting it close around her.

Like waffles. Waffles. They were her kindred spirits...

Distracted by the thought, Reine stepped onto a square, then tripped and fell over onto the one next to it. Which was lucky, because she barely managed to escape the column of flame from the one she'd stepped on first.

"Oh god," she groaned. "So this is why we need golems..."

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Thank god- er, Dr. H for the golems, huh?"

Reine was actually more than just a little shaken; parts of her jacket had been singed, and even if the flame hadn't exactly barbecued her, she could feel the heat from the adjacent square. This might be how chickens felt while they were being roasted, but at least they'd been killed before being shoved in the oven.

Scrabbling around on her square, Reine took a deep breath, before sitting up and surveying her surroundings. There would be more traps, Reine was more than certain of that, and considering her last stroke of luck in escaping the fire, she didn't think she could expect another close shave.

"Man, all these tiles look the same..." There was a one out of two chance that any tile she stepped on would have a trap on it- it wasn't even like a multiple choice question, where you could sort of at least derive the correct answer by logic or elimination. Tentatively, Reine stepped onto the square on the right, inching over to it slowly and carefully instead of just jumping right on it.

It seemed safe. With a sigh of relief, Reine placed her other foot on the tile, and promptly fell; it was as if the tile had just disappeared right from under her feet. Screaming and flailing, Reine was suddenly aware that it was getting hotter-- and hotter- wait, she'd just avoided fire, and now..

Splash.

It was agonising, the boiling water all around her; even as she kicked and screamed, trying to grab onto the sides at least, and clinging on to the hope that maybe she could climb out. The pain seared through her- heh heh, sear.. she had the almost.. surreal, realisation that she was cooking, being boiled alive. After what felt like an eternity the screams quieted down, punctuated by sobbing sounds, until Reine felt the pain ebbing away slowly; she almost felt.. sleepy.

Even as the golem's eyes closed, Reine Walker jerked awake, falling out of the pod and onto the ground.

It felt so cool.. She wanted to sleep here forever.

Ok. Deryk hadn't had any close brushes with death just yet, but he didn't feel like he could relax. He did take a few moments to try and calm himself down though. He was in no rush here. No rush. No rush.

"Ok. Next move. Next move. I can do this. Yeah. No sweat. Not a big deal. Nope."

Looking around him, he hesitated briefly, then took the next step. Safe.

Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, trying to not deal with the pain right now. Deryk stumbled on into the next spot. Wait, what were those weird holes in the ground for? Oh s**t. He tried to get out of the way, to move back to the safe spot, but his injuries made it practically impossible to do so.

Acid began to spray up at him. While he avoided a good bulk of it, he didn't avoid it all. The acid that had hit him, ate away at his flesh, causing him to scream and writhe in pain. Between that and his previous wounds, he just couldn't take any more.

He woke up in the pod, drenched in cold sweat, shaking from the experience. Deryk could almost still feel lingering bits of agony.

Deryk didn't exit just yet, feeling rather unnerved at the moment. His death at Amityville didn't bother him too much since it had been quick. That wasn't quite the case for this one. Even his death during the trials was faster than that had been.

When he heard a tap and then Reine's voice all of the sudden, he jumped a bit.

"Uh. Yeah. Just. Need a moment. Slow death. Not pleasant," he murmured while closing his eyes.