She beamed up at the bugbear, twirling the blades like some sort of rodeo star... if rodeo stars, you know, swung kukris. This is a tortured simile, moving on.<strong>"Well, you know, I have to have <em>some</em> useful talents, if we're just going to be rubbing goop off knobs and kicking in doors. Just being pretty might make money <em>somewhere</em>, but you fuckers are as poor as I am, so that's no good."</strong>She chuckles and sheathes the weapons.<br/><br/>Over rubble and through hairpin inexplicable hallways they go! Traipsing past the grey concrete ten-by-ten square pavers with carefree abandon! Well, except for that one time Maud accidentally breathed a moth and<em>nearly died</em>. CR 1/32 encounters can be surprisingly tough, because you never see them coming.<br/><br/>So now they stand before a door with flashing lights and signs, and Taria rests her hands on her hips.<strong>"That's  hell of a lighbulb in that fixture... Can we make a note on the map for our way back, 'cause we're running low on good lights. and wires. Do you think there's a battery? Maud licked all our good ones."</strong>That's why his hair is like that. Since she knows someone else has been going through here ahead of them though, she waves the others back, so she can take a good, long look at the door, preparing her multitool for what it must do. "<strong>I'll have this flashing light nonsense out of our eyes in a second, guys..."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception for traps. I feel like rolling it myself. <br/>19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=73851)<br/><br/>And then, disable device to shut down the flashing lights. Taking ten on it since we're not in a rush... So, twenty three to disable some shit, yo.[/url]</div></div>