MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4] ROUND 3- OPHIDIAN JADE!

Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.

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It took Grotto several minutes to shrink his winding figure enough to squeeze out the door to the conservatory into which he'd been rather unceremoniously packed after the spartan introductions were complete. He had spent a short while twisting around fruitlessly in the small room before finding the door, his too-large form dealing untold damage to the numerous potted plants within it. The idea to break the glass walls had occurred to him, but only when he was a third of the way through the door, and he had not particularly felt like going backwards through it.

With a final lurch, he pulled himself into the hallway, disturbing the dust layer that had settled over the wooden floorboards, which complained of his weight with a symphony of creaks. Grotto winced at the noise, trying fruitlessly to step more lightly to avoid broadcasting his position. Although he would be hard-pressed to give any specifics in the current situation, experience had taught him that there was always someone listening, especially when it would be most undesirable.

A loud crashing noise came from one of the rooms further down the hallway, and Grotto paused, waiting to see if any of the doors opened. After several tense moments of silence, he inched closer to investigate. When he was only a few feet from the door, it swung open, and Hector stumbled out. Grotto hissed, and Hector swung his head towards the serpent, eyes widening in astonishment. "Who, exactly, are you?"