Chapter 57: The Musical Trap
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Chapter 57: The Musical Trap
Thank you. I know you don’t... this... this means a lot.
Delta gave a slight shrug, a small smile spreading on her face.
“I’m good at spur of the moment ideas and making things nicer, but when it comes to defending myself...” Delta trailed off and itched at her nose. Nu’s box blinked a few times.
Your ideas are good in their own area, but I am better at designing more... underhanded trials. I know I went a little power mad last time so I promise to control myself this time!
The blue box turned slightly, as if to show Nu’s excitement. Delta grinned and watched as the two Pygmy Mushrooms ran around, swinging their flowers around like umbrellas. She fought back a noise that would break glass and focused on Nu’s box.
It was now spitting out text far too fast for Delta to read before new text took its place.
“Slow down! I can’t read that fast!” Delta said exasperatedly, which made Nu’s words slow to a crawl.
Sorry, I just have so many ideas! May we start on the first floor?
“Of course, it’s easier since it has more to work with.” Delta stood with a stretch and walked towards the stairs, taking a few seconds to look back into the Pygmy’s hole. Nu’s text went to lightspeed again. Delta just nodded when she saw a question mark or a combination of different symbols.
Nu was...
Delta had noticed the box was actually looking a little transparent. While she was playing with her new monsters, Nu floated off to the side and did nothing.
His responses to her question felt flat or even a little pre-prepared.
To Delta, she got a sense of being there for the sake of appearances. Nu felt bored.
In retrospect, it was a painfully obvious thing that would happen. He had done nothing but watch, talk to a few monsters, be locked out of the floor due to Grim and others...The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
Nu went crazy when he had taken over last time as Delta dove into Renny’s soul. He had loved it so much that he did as much as possible with little thought or care. Delta hadn’t given it much more thought than Nu being weird but looking back, it was a sign.
A symbolic Nu sign.
She watched as one of her Pygmies vanished up a tiny tunnel set into the room. Delta had no idea where it went. Nu sped on ahead and Delta began to fly after him, not wanting to let anything Nu did escape her sight.
She trusted the box, but caution was a good thing to have no matter what.
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Since Maestro is now a secret monster behind the walls, the unused potential of the tunnel between the goblin camp and Fran’s room has always irked me. I wish to fix this.
Delta stood in the unused space and could admit that without Maestro’s former form, it was a little lonely.
“So what’s the old ticker in your head plotting?” Delta prodded and she saw the text on Nu’s box shift and stretch as a simple diagram formed.
It showed a single hallway slowly being filled with a criss-cross square pattern, and in each wall a bunch of X’s appeared.
“Chess with X’s and O’s?” she hazarded a guess. Nu’s box went blank, and Delta could almost hear the sigh.
Games are an interesting concept for gambling down the line, but no. I was referring to laying out a complicated....no, a series of... A gauntlet for the... may I just show you?
Delta stepped back as if to give Nu the floor.
She felt a tug on herself and her mana began to drop. From the space near the boss door all the way to the goblin camp, perfect squares of empty space hollowed out of the ground.
A dozen or so trap holes, but not very deep. An adult may come up to their thigh at most.
I saved mana by halving their size, so it’s not going to bankrupt you. Now, let’s add the harder part...
Delta watched with a surprised expression as a criss-cross dark grey metal mesh slid out from the bottom of the wall to cover the floor.
“I get the holes, but why the metal fence to stop people falling in?” she muttered, but Nu just kept working. Delta watched her 43 mana, recently topped up by Hob and Gob, drop to a 25. A fresh layer of dirt appeared on top. It looked solid and Delta could barely see a difference between the goblin camp dirt and this new one.
“Holes, fence, and new dirt. I like it!” Delta joked and Nu shook his box.
Patience. The fence is for your ease of mind. Watch.
Nu floated back to the goblin camp and looked at the tunnel that lead to the boss room.
Now. With the amount of trees...donated by Ruli and that lumberjack fellow, wood is a little cheaper than most things.
Nu explained as a wooden arch formed around the mouth of the tunnel. It was a simple carved arch with various crude goblin faces looked down at the visitor. Delta could spot soft impressions of Cois, Numb, and Billy, with Hob and Gob acting as torch holders, their mouths made of stone, on either side of the tunnel.
Fran’s face was placed at the very centre of the arch’s cross beam.
“Your wood carving is much better than your pottery!” Delta beamed and Nu’s box dimmed to a glower.
The pot knowledge we have is just faulty. I can only do so much...
Near the bottom, low enough that even a goblin would have to look down, Nu peered into the wooden carving of the face that looked like Billy’s. Delta followed his example and saw a tiny keyhole. Nu’s box flashed and Delta felt her mana drop to 12.
A wooden key formed and appeared in the keyhole, flowing like liquid until the block-like head appeared last.
Step 1 done. Now let’s see if we can get the two to work in tandem.
Nu seemed to go distant as he focused on the work before him.
“Why a wooden key? Seems a little fragile,” Delta asked as she examined the newly-made key.
Hm? Oh, the key? One, wood is cheap. Two, it’s insurance. If the goblins are overpowered, they’ll arm the trap and crush the key. No point in setting it up like so just for invaders to undo all the work by wondering why a goblin has a key. Obviously, I’m aiming for it to regenerate after a period but I’ll work on that. Now I just need to spend some DP...
Nu’s text turned slow and hesitant. Delta blinked.
“It’s fine, go for it,” she encouraged. Nu paused.
It’s not your permission or such that is stopping me but... I get this feeling of something when I feel the DP.
Nu turned and floated back and forward, pacing to his thoughts. Delta allowed him a few seconds to gather himself before she gently spoke.
“What feeling?” she prodded, and Nu stopped moving.
Finality. It is foolish. Let us continue.
Nu’s words took on a tone of his usual grumbling. The tunnel and the arch began to glow as Delta’s DP began to dropped from a hearty 90 to a still decent 68. Nothing seemed to change, but Nu had turned to speak to the curious goblins watching.
Numb, turn the key gently.
Cois watched with half-closed eyes, the very image of a bored pyromancer, but Delta could see how sharp his gaze was about the whole event.
Billy was readable as ever. Aloof and about as expressive as a nocturnal predator.
Numb, using two thick fingers, turned the key. There was a muffled grinding noise.
Delta spun and then looked at Nu for explaination.
The metal mesh slid away.
“Is... that it? I mean the holes might twist some ankles so it’s... not bad!” Delta smiled weakly, trying to sound supportive. Nu turned to face her and she could feel the annoyed look that he sent he, the box flashing with a flat emoticon.
It’s not finished. I wouldn’t waste so much effort on being so inefficiently petty. Watch.
In random parts of the floor, in the various pitfalls if Delta had to guess, a glow appeared and Delta’s DP dropped again with the rest of her Mana; leaving her shy of 3.
“Not in so many... words,” she tried. Nu rubbed his screen with one hand, before he paused and looked at the new appendages.
Hands are not the worst thing you could have done I suppose. If you had made me grow legs I would be running experiments to test the solidity of your form’s posterior right at this very moment! I like floating. Hands... I can deal with these.
Nu turned and smacked Delta on the back of the head.
It was such a solid smack that Delta was stunned for several seconds. Contact.
Actual physical contact.
She turned and grabbed both of Nu’s hands. They were solid, firm, a little cold, but they moved.
Delta let out a delighted laugh as she hopped around, spinning Nu as she moved. His hands moved a fair distance away from his body before it was forced to follow.
“Nu, I can touch you! Before you felt like wet paper, and now you feel like a person!” she said with a bright smile. Nu’s box tried to form words but every rotation of Delta’s spin made the text fade like a sketch pad.
---
Renny shook his head and shook Gob and Hob’s hands before casually walking down the tunnel.
The Mime nodded to the spiders as they began their 2nd afternoon royal ball. Renny slowed near the pond where the duck watched him. He had not forgotten their battle previously.
The way his powers had utterly broken after the duck had cursed him. It was... unpleasant.
He began to turn to head back down to the second floor when he paused. He felt... a vibration. A hum.
He travelled down the path he had never been down. Being a contracted monster, he didn’t feel uncomfortable or out of place on another floor the way a dungeon born might. Still, there was something in the air that wasn’t quite to his taste.
To him, it might be just a personal taste. To a dungeon born, it might be a slightly more physical reaction. His respect for the mushroom, Mr Mushy, rose with each step. The monster never showed any discomfort at visiting the second floor.
The duck as well. It had fought him on another floor. Even if it had the demon woman as a shield.
Renny slowed. Did he feel a rivalry with the duck? He couldn’t stop adding the beast to his thoughts.
Was it a contracted thing?
Renny had no idea.
But he’d like to see who would win on equal ground. The duck had so much growth to go through. Renny knew of its kind. The duck was barely fresh from the nest...
He entered some form of a storeroom. Simplistic but the torches and luminous mushrooms made it look more peaceful. The air had also turned almost tasty. Renny followed the sound of humming to a part of the wall. He pushed and felt the wall didn’t have much weight behind it. A secret tunnel?
Delta was full of surprises.
Like with Nu. Evolving a tool into something more. Monsters he could understand. It was the natural path. He himself had such an option a long time ago.
But it was like evolving a sword or a book.
How had Delta done it?
Renny wasn’t sure but he could only hope when it came time for him to suddenly become a super-mime, he would have some warning...
Not that he would mind that much. With nothing else left in the world and his only home now a permanent fixture of the dungeon, Renny didn’t mind being in the dungeon. Under a slightly less human core, he would have been removed as a threat.
That would have been that. Delta had come to him, in the darkest pit of his soul and offered him the choice. Much like his father. He offered Renny a choice everyday. Stay or be free.
Always a choice.
For someone who could not speak naturally, being heard was something he would always cherish. Even if it was from one of the weirdest woman he had ever met. He knocked on the wall and the humming stopped. There was a hiss as the wall was pulled back and Renny briefly saw a retreating vine-like thing vanish around a corner.
“Oh, a guest! Well, don’t be shy! I never turn down an audience!” a voice filled with mirth and purr called out.
It reminded Renny of a performer. A very, very energetic performer.
Turning the corner, he was surprised to see the tunnel expand into a giant room with some stone pyramid-like structure, the stone itself covered in veiny fungal growth. Upon the top, like some growing figure of worship, sat a giant mushroom.
Renny really didn’t know why he should suspect it would be anything else at this point.
It leered down at him, its face a thing of nightmares but its eyes held a welcoming glint. Renny, confident in his powers to at least escape, walked forward; noting as he did so the several tiny mushrooms which grew on each layer of the pyramid; like a line of watchers. Various odd fungal instruments seemed to grow from the floors and walls as well.
As he climbed up the first step and passed another layer, the mushrooms burst into a long choral hymn; the higher he went, the higher the mushrooms’ pitch went until he stood before the biggest one of all.
It swept out one arm in a wide arc and every mushroom went quiet.
“Now, look at this! Delta has let some cats in before but I don’t think we’ve met. Now, I’m just dying to hear all about you!” he tapped one long needle-like finger across his cheek.
Renny tilted his head at the unusual creature. The mushroom seemed to blink and then snapped his fingers.
“Of course! How rude, let’s talk about me first! Quite wise. Well, let me introduce you to a little mushroom that goes by the name of Maestro; please, no autographs until the end of the tour,” Maestro winked. A joyous piano sounded out to accompany the action.
If Renny hadn’t already seen his own face reflected in various lakes when yawning after a bad nights sleep, he might have been disturbed.
Renny bowed in a smooth arc.
“Ohh the strong and silent type eh? Off to save a princess? Nyahhaha! Just a jest, forgive me! What brings such a gentlemime to my little slice of heaven?” he asked. Renny shrugged, looking around at the room. Vines and fungal growth seemed to vanish down into the ground itself as well as into the walls.
“Curiosity melted the cat. You’re a lucky fellow that I put my edgy self away and only melt critics now,” Maestro purred. Renny walked around and saw growths of drums, a thin film growing across the surface to act as the drumhead.
Out of habit, he mimed the action of drumming. He produced no sound but he felt the Delta part that now rested inside his soul buzz in reaction.
Maestro paused.
“Interesting...” he murmured. For the first time, Renny felt a little wary as he turned back to Maestro.
The giant creature held out two hands and from the ceiling, something dropped into them.
It was a metallic instrument covered in yet more mushrooms.
“You got the power honey, but have you got the touch?” Maestro asked, voice turning serious.
“I’ve got a case of the lonely blues and a fellow player walks into my little room? How can I turn that down? Come now, don’t be shy, bare your soul and show your moves!” Maestro pointed dramatically at Renny.
Renny itched his chin, thinking about it.
He could just go home, play with Wilhelm, annoy Devina, sleep, tidy up the statue, sleep, go on another gathering trip with the goblins... or he could stay awhile and listen to the odd talking mushroom.
That seemed to be able to hear his musical abilities.
Renny itched a little harder as he brought his full smile to the surface.
He stretched out his hands and brought them down across several surfaces. He only knew how to play some instruments; a habit one learned when a circus’ music for a show was all homemade.
The thumps of drums buzzed his soul. Maestro let loose a mighty laugh and every tiny mushroom echoed it, making the room sound like a bustling entertainment hall.
Maestro brought the metal instrument to his lips and sounds Renny had never heard before blasted out the wide mouth of the thing.
It was wonderous and Renny decided he could stay just for a while, before Delta did something else and changed everything.
This was his home now and Renny didn’t mind it so much.
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Chapter 57: The Musical Trap
Thank you. I know you don’t... this... this means a lot.
Delta gave a slight shrug, a small smile spreading on her face.
“I’m good at spur of the moment ideas and making things nicer, but when it comes to defending myself...” Delta trailed off and itched at her nose. Nu’s box blinked a few times.
Your ideas are good in their own area, but I am better at designing more... underhanded trials. I know I went a little power mad last time so I promise to control myself this time!
The blue box turned slightly, as if to show Nu’s excitement. Delta grinned and watched as the two Pygmy Mushrooms ran around, swinging their flowers around like umbrellas. She fought back a noise that would break glass and focused on Nu’s box.
It was now spitting out text far too fast for Delta to read before new text took its place.
“Slow down! I can’t read that fast!” Delta said exasperatedly, which made Nu’s words slow to a crawl.
Sorry, I just have so many ideas! May we start on the first floor?
“Of course, it’s easier since it has more to work with.” Delta stood with a stretch and walked towards the stairs, taking a few seconds to look back into the Pygmy’s hole. Nu’s text went to lightspeed again. Delta just nodded when she saw a question mark or a combination of different symbols.
Nu was...
Delta had noticed the box was actually looking a little transparent. While she was playing with her new monsters, Nu floated off to the side and did nothing.
His responses to her question felt flat or even a little pre-prepared.
To Delta, she got a sense of being there for the sake of appearances. Nu felt bored.
In retrospect, it was a painfully obvious thing that would happen. He had done nothing but watch, talk to a few monsters, be locked out of the floor due to Grim and others...The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
Nu went crazy when he had taken over last time as Delta dove into Renny’s soul. He had loved it so much that he did as much as possible with little thought or care. Delta hadn’t given it much more thought than Nu being weird but looking back, it was a sign.
A symbolic Nu sign.
She watched as one of her Pygmies vanished up a tiny tunnel set into the room. Delta had no idea where it went. Nu sped on ahead and Delta began to fly after him, not wanting to let anything Nu did escape her sight.
She trusted the box, but caution was a good thing to have no matter what.
---
Since Maestro is now a secret monster behind the walls, the unused potential of the tunnel between the goblin camp and Fran’s room has always irked me. I wish to fix this.
Delta stood in the unused space and could admit that without Maestro’s former form, it was a little lonely.
“So what’s the old ticker in your head plotting?” Delta prodded and she saw the text on Nu’s box shift and stretch as a simple diagram formed.
It showed a single hallway slowly being filled with a criss-cross square pattern, and in each wall a bunch of X’s appeared.
“Chess with X’s and O’s?” she hazarded a guess. Nu’s box went blank, and Delta could almost hear the sigh.
Games are an interesting concept for gambling down the line, but no. I was referring to laying out a complicated....no, a series of... A gauntlet for the... may I just show you?
Delta stepped back as if to give Nu the floor.
She felt a tug on herself and her mana began to drop. From the space near the boss door all the way to the goblin camp, perfect squares of empty space hollowed out of the ground.
A dozen or so trap holes, but not very deep. An adult may come up to their thigh at most.
I saved mana by halving their size, so it’s not going to bankrupt you. Now, let’s add the harder part...
Delta watched with a surprised expression as a criss-cross dark grey metal mesh slid out from the bottom of the wall to cover the floor.
“I get the holes, but why the metal fence to stop people falling in?” she muttered, but Nu just kept working. Delta watched her 43 mana, recently topped up by Hob and Gob, drop to a 25. A fresh layer of dirt appeared on top. It looked solid and Delta could barely see a difference between the goblin camp dirt and this new one.
“Holes, fence, and new dirt. I like it!” Delta joked and Nu shook his box.
Patience. The fence is for your ease of mind. Watch.
Nu floated back to the goblin camp and looked at the tunnel that lead to the boss room.
Now. With the amount of trees...donated by Ruli and that lumberjack fellow, wood is a little cheaper than most things.
Nu explained as a wooden arch formed around the mouth of the tunnel. It was a simple carved arch with various crude goblin faces looked down at the visitor. Delta could spot soft impressions of Cois, Numb, and Billy, with Hob and Gob acting as torch holders, their mouths made of stone, on either side of the tunnel.
Fran’s face was placed at the very centre of the arch’s cross beam.
“Your wood carving is much better than your pottery!” Delta beamed and Nu’s box dimmed to a glower.
The pot knowledge we have is just faulty. I can only do so much...
Near the bottom, low enough that even a goblin would have to look down, Nu peered into the wooden carving of the face that looked like Billy’s. Delta followed his example and saw a tiny keyhole. Nu’s box flashed and Delta felt her mana drop to 12.
A wooden key formed and appeared in the keyhole, flowing like liquid until the block-like head appeared last.
Step 1 done. Now let’s see if we can get the two to work in tandem.
Nu seemed to go distant as he focused on the work before him.
“Why a wooden key? Seems a little fragile,” Delta asked as she examined the newly-made key.
Hm? Oh, the key? One, wood is cheap. Two, it’s insurance. If the goblins are overpowered, they’ll arm the trap and crush the key. No point in setting it up like so just for invaders to undo all the work by wondering why a goblin has a key. Obviously, I’m aiming for it to regenerate after a period but I’ll work on that. Now I just need to spend some DP...
Nu’s text turned slow and hesitant. Delta blinked.
“It’s fine, go for it,” she encouraged. Nu paused.
It’s not your permission or such that is stopping me but... I get this feeling of something when I feel the DP.
Nu turned and floated back and forward, pacing to his thoughts. Delta allowed him a few seconds to gather himself before she gently spoke.
“What feeling?” she prodded, and Nu stopped moving.
Finality. It is foolish. Let us continue.
Nu’s words took on a tone of his usual grumbling. The tunnel and the arch began to glow as Delta’s DP began to dropped from a hearty 90 to a still decent 68. Nothing seemed to change, but Nu had turned to speak to the curious goblins watching.
Numb, turn the key gently.
Cois watched with half-closed eyes, the very image of a bored pyromancer, but Delta could see how sharp his gaze was about the whole event.
Billy was readable as ever. Aloof and about as expressive as a nocturnal predator.
Numb, using two thick fingers, turned the key. There was a muffled grinding noise.
Delta spun and then looked at Nu for explaination.
The metal mesh slid away.
“Is... that it? I mean the holes might twist some ankles so it’s... not bad!” Delta smiled weakly, trying to sound supportive. Nu turned to face her and she could feel the annoyed look that he sent he, the box flashing with a flat emoticon.
It’s not finished. I wouldn’t waste so much effort on being so inefficiently petty. Watch.
In random parts of the floor, in the various pitfalls if Delta had to guess, a glow appeared and Delta’s DP dropped again with the rest of her Mana; leaving her shy of 3.
“Not in so many... words,” she tried. Nu rubbed his screen with one hand, before he paused and looked at the new appendages.
Hands are not the worst thing you could have done I suppose. If you had made me grow legs I would be running experiments to test the solidity of your form’s posterior right at this very moment! I like floating. Hands... I can deal with these.
Nu turned and smacked Delta on the back of the head.
It was such a solid smack that Delta was stunned for several seconds. Contact.
Actual physical contact.
She turned and grabbed both of Nu’s hands. They were solid, firm, a little cold, but they moved.
Delta let out a delighted laugh as she hopped around, spinning Nu as she moved. His hands moved a fair distance away from his body before it was forced to follow.
“Nu, I can touch you! Before you felt like wet paper, and now you feel like a person!” she said with a bright smile. Nu’s box tried to form words but every rotation of Delta’s spin made the text fade like a sketch pad.
---
Renny shook his head and shook Gob and Hob’s hands before casually walking down the tunnel.
The Mime nodded to the spiders as they began their 2nd afternoon royal ball. Renny slowed near the pond where the duck watched him. He had not forgotten their battle previously.
The way his powers had utterly broken after the duck had cursed him. It was... unpleasant.
He began to turn to head back down to the second floor when he paused. He felt... a vibration. A hum.
He travelled down the path he had never been down. Being a contracted monster, he didn’t feel uncomfortable or out of place on another floor the way a dungeon born might. Still, there was something in the air that wasn’t quite to his taste.
To him, it might be just a personal taste. To a dungeon born, it might be a slightly more physical reaction. His respect for the mushroom, Mr Mushy, rose with each step. The monster never showed any discomfort at visiting the second floor.
The duck as well. It had fought him on another floor. Even if it had the demon woman as a shield.
Renny slowed. Did he feel a rivalry with the duck? He couldn’t stop adding the beast to his thoughts.
Was it a contracted thing?
Renny had no idea.
But he’d like to see who would win on equal ground. The duck had so much growth to go through. Renny knew of its kind. The duck was barely fresh from the nest...
He entered some form of a storeroom. Simplistic but the torches and luminous mushrooms made it look more peaceful. The air had also turned almost tasty. Renny followed the sound of humming to a part of the wall. He pushed and felt the wall didn’t have much weight behind it. A secret tunnel?
Delta was full of surprises.
Like with Nu. Evolving a tool into something more. Monsters he could understand. It was the natural path. He himself had such an option a long time ago.
But it was like evolving a sword or a book.
How had Delta done it?
Renny wasn’t sure but he could only hope when it came time for him to suddenly become a super-mime, he would have some warning...
Not that he would mind that much. With nothing else left in the world and his only home now a permanent fixture of the dungeon, Renny didn’t mind being in the dungeon. Under a slightly less human core, he would have been removed as a threat.
That would have been that. Delta had come to him, in the darkest pit of his soul and offered him the choice. Much like his father. He offered Renny a choice everyday. Stay or be free.
Always a choice.
For someone who could not speak naturally, being heard was something he would always cherish. Even if it was from one of the weirdest woman he had ever met. He knocked on the wall and the humming stopped. There was a hiss as the wall was pulled back and Renny briefly saw a retreating vine-like thing vanish around a corner.
“Oh, a guest! Well, don’t be shy! I never turn down an audience!” a voice filled with mirth and purr called out.
It reminded Renny of a performer. A very, very energetic performer.
Turning the corner, he was surprised to see the tunnel expand into a giant room with some stone pyramid-like structure, the stone itself covered in veiny fungal growth. Upon the top, like some growing figure of worship, sat a giant mushroom.
Renny really didn’t know why he should suspect it would be anything else at this point.
It leered down at him, its face a thing of nightmares but its eyes held a welcoming glint. Renny, confident in his powers to at least escape, walked forward; noting as he did so the several tiny mushrooms which grew on each layer of the pyramid; like a line of watchers. Various odd fungal instruments seemed to grow from the floors and walls as well.
As he climbed up the first step and passed another layer, the mushrooms burst into a long choral hymn; the higher he went, the higher the mushrooms’ pitch went until he stood before the biggest one of all.
It swept out one arm in a wide arc and every mushroom went quiet.
“Now, look at this! Delta has let some cats in before but I don’t think we’ve met. Now, I’m just dying to hear all about you!” he tapped one long needle-like finger across his cheek.
Renny tilted his head at the unusual creature. The mushroom seemed to blink and then snapped his fingers.
“Of course! How rude, let’s talk about me first! Quite wise. Well, let me introduce you to a little mushroom that goes by the name of Maestro; please, no autographs until the end of the tour,” Maestro winked. A joyous piano sounded out to accompany the action.
If Renny hadn’t already seen his own face reflected in various lakes when yawning after a bad nights sleep, he might have been disturbed.
Renny bowed in a smooth arc.
“Ohh the strong and silent type eh? Off to save a princess? Nyahhaha! Just a jest, forgive me! What brings such a gentlemime to my little slice of heaven?” he asked. Renny shrugged, looking around at the room. Vines and fungal growth seemed to vanish down into the ground itself as well as into the walls.
“Curiosity melted the cat. You’re a lucky fellow that I put my edgy self away and only melt critics now,” Maestro purred. Renny walked around and saw growths of drums, a thin film growing across the surface to act as the drumhead.
Out of habit, he mimed the action of drumming. He produced no sound but he felt the Delta part that now rested inside his soul buzz in reaction.
Maestro paused.
“Interesting...” he murmured. For the first time, Renny felt a little wary as he turned back to Maestro.
The giant creature held out two hands and from the ceiling, something dropped into them.
It was a metallic instrument covered in yet more mushrooms.
“You got the power honey, but have you got the touch?” Maestro asked, voice turning serious.
“I’ve got a case of the lonely blues and a fellow player walks into my little room? How can I turn that down? Come now, don’t be shy, bare your soul and show your moves!” Maestro pointed dramatically at Renny.
Renny itched his chin, thinking about it.
He could just go home, play with Wilhelm, annoy Devina, sleep, tidy up the statue, sleep, go on another gathering trip with the goblins... or he could stay awhile and listen to the odd talking mushroom.
That seemed to be able to hear his musical abilities.
Renny itched a little harder as he brought his full smile to the surface.
He stretched out his hands and brought them down across several surfaces. He only knew how to play some instruments; a habit one learned when a circus’ music for a show was all homemade.
The thumps of drums buzzed his soul. Maestro let loose a mighty laugh and every tiny mushroom echoed it, making the room sound like a bustling entertainment hall.
Maestro brought the metal instrument to his lips and sounds Renny had never heard before blasted out the wide mouth of the thing.
It was wonderous and Renny decided he could stay just for a while, before Delta did something else and changed everything.
This was his home now and Renny didn’t mind it so much.
---
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Chapter 57: The Musical TrapThank you. I know you don't... this... this means a lot. Delta gave a slight shrug, a small smile spreading on her face.I'm good at spur of the moment ideas and making things nicer, but when it comes to defending myself... Delta trailed off and itched at her nose. Nu's box blinked a few times.Your ideas are good in their own area, but I am better at designing more... underhanded trials. I know I went a little power mad last time so I promise to control myself this time! The blue box turned slightly, as if to show Nu's excitement. Delta grinned and watched as the two Pygmy Mushrooms ran around, swinging their flowers around like umbrellas. She fought back a noise that would break glass and focused on Nu's box.It was now spitting out text far too fast for Delta to read before new text took its place.Slow down! I can't read that fast! Delta said exasperatedly, which made Nu's words slow to a crawl.Sorry, I just have so many ideas! May we start on the first floor? Of course, it's easier since it has more to work with. Delta stood with a stretch and walked towards the stairs, taking a few seconds to look back into the Pygmy's hole. Nu's text went to lightspeed again. Delta just nodded when she saw a question mark or a combination of different symbols.Nu was...Delta had noticed the box was actually looking a little transparent. While she was playing with her new monsters, Nu floated off to the side and did nothing.His responses to her question felt flat or even a little pre-prepared.To Delta, she got a sense of being there for the sake of appearances. Nu felt bored.In retrospect, it was a painfully obvious thing that would happen. He had done nothing but watch, talk to a few monsters, be locked out of the floor due to Grim and others...The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.Nu went crazy when he had taken over last time as Delta dove into Renny's soul. He had loved it so much that he did as much as possible with little thought or care. Delta hadn't given it much more thought than Nu being weird but looking back, it was a sign.A symbolic Nu sign.She watched as one of her Pygmies vanished up a tiny tunnel set into the room. Delta had no idea where it went. Nu sped on ahead and Delta began to fly after him, not wanting to let anything Nu did escape her sight.She trusted the box, but caution was a good thing to have no matter what.---Since Maestro is now a secret monster behind the walls, the unused potential of the tunnel between the goblin camp and Fran's room has always irked me. I wish to fix this. Delta stood in the unused space and could admit that without Maestro's former form, it was a little lonely.So what's the old ticker in your head plotting? Delta prodded and she saw the text on Nu's box shift and stretch as a simple diagram formed.It showed a single hallway slowly being filled with a criss-cross square pattern, and in each wall a bunch of X's appeared.Chess with X's and O's? she hazarded a guess. Nu's box went blank, and Delta could almost hear the sigh.Games are an interesting concept for gambling down the line, but no. I was referring to laying out a complicated....no, a series of... A gauntlet for the... may I just show you? Delta stepped back as if to give Nu the floor.She felt a tug on herself and her mana began to drop. From the space near the boss door all the way to the goblin camp, perfect squares of empty space hollowed out of the ground.A dozen or so trap holes, but not very deep. An adult may come up to their thigh at most.I saved mana by halving their size, so it's not going to bankrupt you. Now, let's add the harder part... Delta watched with a surprised expression as a criss-cross dark grey metal mesh slid out from the bottom of the wall to cover the floor.I get the holes, but why the metal fence to stop people falling in? she muttered, but Nu just kept working. Delta watched her 43 mana, recently topped up by Hob and Gob, drop to a 25. A fresh layer of dirt appeared on top. It looked solid and Delta could barely see a difference between the goblin camp dirt and this new one.Holes, fence, and new dirt. I like it! Delta joked and Nu shook his box.Patience. The fence is for your ease of mind. Watch. Nu floated back to the goblin camp and looked at the tunnel that lead to the boss room.Now. With the amount of trees...donated by Ruli and that lumberjack fellow, wood is a little cheaper than most things. Nu explained as a wooden arch formed around the mouth of the tunnel. It was a simple carved arch with various crude goblin faces looked down at the visitor. Delta could spot soft impressions of Cois, Numb, and Billy, with Hob and Gob acting as torch holders, their mouths made of stone, on either side of the tunnel.Fran's face was placed at the very centre of the arch's cross beam.Your wood carving is much better than your pottery! Delta beamed and Nu's box dimmed to a glower.The pot knowledge we have is just faulty. I can only do so much... Near the bottom, low enough that even a goblin would have to look down, Nu peered into the wooden carving of the face that looked like Billy's. Delta followed his example and saw a tiny keyhole. Nu's box flashed and Delta felt her mana drop to 12.A wooden key formed and appeared in the keyhole, flowing like liquid until the block-like head appeared last.Step 1 done. Now let's see if we can get the two to work in tandem. Nu seemed to go distant as he focused on the work before him.Why a wooden key? Seems a little fragile, Delta asked as she examined the newly-made key.Hm? Oh, the key? One, wood is cheap. Two, it's insurance. If the goblins are overpowered, they'll arm the trap and crush the key. No point in setting it up like so just for invaders to undo all the work by wondering why a goblin has a key. Obviously, I'm aiming for it to regenerate after a period but I'll work on that. Now I just need to spend some DP... Nu's text turned slow and hesitant. Delta blinked.It's fine, go for it, she encouraged. Nu paused.It's not your permission or such that is stopping me but... I get this feeling of something when I feel the DP. Nu turned and floated back and forward, pacing to his thoughts. Delta allowed him a few seconds to gather himself before she gently spoke.What feeling? she prodded, and Nu stopped moving.Finality. It is foolish. Let us continue. Nu's words took on a tone of his usual grumbling. The tunnel and the arch began to glow as Delta's DP began to dropped from a hearty 90 to a still decent 68. Nothing seemed to change, but Nu had turned to speak to the curious goblins watching.Numb, turn the key gently. Cois watched with half-closed eyes, the very image of a bored pyromancer, but Delta could see how sharp his gaze was about the whole event.Billy was readable as ever. Aloof and about as expressive as a nocturnal predator.Numb, using two thick fingers, turned the key. There was a muffled grinding noise.Delta spun and then looked at Nu for explaination.The metal mesh slid away. Is... that it? I mean the holes might twist some ankles so it's... not bad! Delta smiled weakly, trying to sound supportive. Nu turned to face her and she could feel the annoyed look that he sent he, the box flashing with a flat emoticon.It's not finished. I wouldn't waste so much effort on being so inefficiently petty. Watch. In random parts of the floor, in the various pitfalls if Delta had to guess, a glow appeared and Delta's DP dropped again with the rest of her Mana; leaving her shy of 3. Not in so many... words, she tried. Nu rubbed his screen with one hand, before he paused and looked at the new appendages.Hands are not the worst thing you could have done I suppose. If you had made me grow legs I would be running experiments to test the solidity of your form's posterior right at this very moment! I like floating. Hands... I can deal with these. Nu turned and smacked Delta on the back of the head.It was such a solid smack that Delta was stunned for several seconds. Contact.Actual physical contact.She turned and grabbed both of Nu's hands. They were solid, firm, a little cold, but they moved.Delta let out a delighted laugh as she hopped around, spinning Nu as she moved. His hands moved a fair distance away from his body before it was forced to follow.Nu, I can touch you! Before you felt like wet paper, and now you feel like a person! she said with a bright smile. Nu's box tried to form words but every rotation of Delta's spin made the text fade like a sketch pad.---Renny shook his head and shook Gob and Hob's hands before casually walking down the tunnel.The Mime nodded to the spiders as they began their 2nd afternoon royal ball. Renny slowed near the pond where the duck watched him. He had not forgotten their battle previously.The way his powers had utterly broken after the duck had cursed him. It was... unpleasant.He began to turn to head back down to the second floor when he paused. He felt... a vibration. A hum.He travelled down the path he had never been down. Being a contracted monster, he didn't feel uncomfortable or out of place on another floor the way a dungeon born might. Still, there was something in the air that wasn't quite to his taste.To him, it might be just a personal taste. To a dungeon born, it might be a slightly more physical reaction. His respect for the mushroom, Mr Mushy, rose with each step. The monster never showed any discomfort at visiting the second floor.The duck as well. It had fought him on another floor. Even if it had the demon woman as a shield.Renny slowed. Did he feel a rivalry with the duck? He couldn't stop adding the beast to his thoughts.Was it a contracted thing?Renny had no idea.But he'd like to see who would win on equal ground. The duck had so much growth to go through. Renny knew of its kind. The duck was barely fresh from the nest...He entered some form of a storeroom. Simplistic but the torches and luminous mushrooms made it look more peaceful. The air had also turned almost tasty. Renny followed the sound of humming to a part of the wall. He pushed and felt the wall didn't have much weight behind it. A secret tunnel?Delta was full of surprises.Like with Nu. Evolving a tool into something more. Monsters he could understand. It was the natural path. He himself had such an option a long time ago.But it was like evolving a sword or a book.How had Delta done it?Renny wasn't sure but he could only hope when it came time for him to suddenly become a super-mime, he would have some warning...Not that he would mind that much. With nothing else left in the world and his only home now a permanent fixture of the dungeon, Renny didn't mind being in the dungeon. Under a slightly less human core, he would have been removed as a threat.That would have been that. Delta had come to him, in the darkest pit of his soul and offered him the choice. Much like his father. He offered Renny a choice everyday. Stay or be free.Always a choice.For someone who could not speak naturally, being heard was something he would always cherish. Even if it was from one of the weirdest woman he had ever met. He knocked on the wall and the humming stopped. There was a hiss as the wall was pulled back and Renny briefly saw a retreating vine-like thing vanish around a corner.Oh, a guest! Well, don't be shy! I never turn down an audience! a voice filled with mirth and purr called out.It reminded Renny of a performer. A very, very energetic performer.Turning the corner, he was surprised to see the tunnel expand into a giant room with some stone pyramid-like structure, the stone itself covered in veiny fungal growth. Upon the top, like some growing figure of worship, sat a giant mushroom.Renny really didn't know why he should suspect it would be anything else at this point.It leered down at him, its face a thing of nightmares but its eyes held a welcoming glint. Renny, confident in his powers to at least escape, walked forward; noting as he did so the several tiny mushrooms which grew on each layer of the pyramid; like a line of watchers. Various odd fungal instruments seemed to grow from the floors and walls as well.As he climbed up the first step and passed another layer, the mushrooms burst into a long choral hymn; the higher he went, the higher the mushrooms' pitch went until he stood before the biggest one of all.It swept out one arm in a wide arc and every mushroom went quiet.Now, look at this! Delta has let some cats in before but I don't think we've met. Now, I'm just dying to hear all about you! he tapped one long needle-like finger across his cheek.Renny tilted his head at the unusual creature. The mushroom seemed to blink and then snapped his fingers.Of course! How rude, let's talk about me first! Quite wise. Well, let me introduce you to a little mushroom that goes by the name of Maestro; please, no autographs until the end of the tour, Maestro winked. A joyous piano sounded out to accompany the action.If Renny hadn't already seen his own face reflected in various lakes when yawning after a bad nights sleep, he might have been disturbed.Renny bowed in a smooth arc.Ohh the strong and silent type eh? Off to save a princess? Nyahhaha! Just a jest, forgive me! What brings such a gentlemime to my little slice of heaven? he asked. Renny shrugged, looking around at the room. Vines and fungal growth seemed to vanish down into the ground itself as well as into the walls.Curiosity melted the cat. You're a lucky fellow that I put my edgy self away and only melt critics now, Maestro purred. Renny walked around and saw growths of drums, a thin film growing across the surface to act as the drumhead.Out of habit, he mimed the action of drumming. He produced no sound but he felt the Delta part that now rested inside his soul buzz in reaction.Maestro paused.Interesting... he murmured. For the first time, Renny felt a little wary as he turned back to Maestro.The giant creature held out two hands and from the ceiling, something dropped into them.It was a metallic instrument covered in yet more mushrooms.You got the power honey, but have you got the touch? Maestro asked, voice turning serious.I've got a case of the lonely blues and a fellow player walks into my little room? How can I turn that down? Come now, don't be shy, bare your soul and show your moves! Maestro pointed dramatically at Renny.Renny itched his chin, thinking about it.He could just go home, play with Wilhelm, annoy Devina, sleep, tidy up the statue, sleep, go on another gathering trip with the goblins... or he could stay awhile and listen to the odd talking mushroom.That seemed to be able to hear his musical abilities.Renny itched a little harder as he brought his full smile to the surface.He stretched out his hands and brought them down across several surfaces. He only knew how to play some instruments; a habit one learned when a circus' music for a show was all homemade.The thumps of drums buzzed his soul. Maestro let loose a mighty laugh and every tiny mushroom echoed it, making the room sound like a bustling entertainment hall.Maestro brought the metal instrument to his lips and sounds Renny had never heard before blasted out the wide mouth of the thing.It was wonderous and Renny decided he could stay just for a while, before Delta did something else and changed everything.This was his home now and Renny didn't mind it so much.---Maps updating coming up next.
