<div class="floatleft">(http://i62.tinypic.com/330z2o0.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Sparx Larsa<br/><strong>Location:</strong> In an Awkward Situation.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zenobia</div><br/><br/><br/>It seemed like the two were already on the same wavelength. As Sparx stepped forward to gauge the texture of the wall, Zenobia did the same. It was rough with varying gradients. It'd be difficult to spot a trick button unless it was a completely different gradient. He made sure the screen to the data pad never powered down. This way, he had the bright flash light in front of him, and the glow from the screen shining back to provide light for Zenobia. With her animistic eyes, he assumed they didn't need as much light as his to function. With the ability to see the entirety of the box this way, Sparx felt more comfortable with their situation. "Good thing I'm not claustrophobic." He jested while feeling around more of the wall for a hidden button.<br/><br/>"I think I can scale these walls by using my claws.  I'd prefer to avoid using my wings at the moment if I can, but if you hang on tight enough maybe you could figure out how to open any closed trap doors we encounter.  Once it's open, I can simply pull us both through." Whn Zenobia spoke, Skarx's attention turned to her. That was a great idea. Climbing would allow them to be slow and steady with their ascent, which would make dodging traps far easier than flying blind. But wait... claws...?<br/><br/>It was then that Zenobia's razor-sharp killing nails extended from her fingers and Sparx felt his breath freeze in his neck. His face turned a little blue. Instead of gasping, an awkward laugh brought oxygen to his lungs. "Aren't you versatile..." It was like every situation was meant to remind him exactly how easily she could jump rope with his intestines were he to upset her. Still, he was comforted by the fact that she was on his side, for the time being. ~Just stay on her good side, and we can avoid the business end of those things...~<br/><br/>"I only have three requests...watch the wings, keep your legs wrapped around my waist, and only grope me if it's absolutely necessary to keep from falling off.  Unless you have a better plan of getting the hell out of here, that is."<br/><br/>When Zenobia turned and lowered herself before him, his face brightened with scarlet. The comment about groping her made the human stammer, "I-I won't!" His reaction made him wonder if she said that to purposely get a rise out of him. He sighed, then stepped forward cautiously. His hesitation was initially because he didn't want to burden her with his weight. The young man had no idea exactly how powerful a Manticore was. Still, Zenobia didn't seem weak in any sense of the word. If she offered, she probably wouldn't have any trouble. He took another step forward. His eyes were locked on the part between her wings where he would be mounting her. He froze again. This time, a blue line spread across his nose. At the very end of her back sprouted the thick crimson tailed tipped off with a spiked Mourning Star. "Uhhm..." his voice weakened as he asked his question. "That thing isn't poisonous... is it...?"