Making full use of his unconventional forearms, Coilean flipped between leaping between platforms and simply crawling his way up the top wherever he felt like he had to. He was not confident in his ability to clear some of those jumps with his little puppy legs alone.
Still, he managed to scale the last handful of cliffs. He dragged himself over the final ledge, allowing himself some time to catch his breath - before looking forward to see the massive, aggressively pink shape of the Overseer blocking his way forward.
Coilean let out a quiet, high-pitched whine.
Audland stands before the greatest challenge of his life: trying to impress a gay elder muscle mommy with himbo-critical levels of social intelligence. He will have to muster up all his courage (and gumption) to even
begin to approach this task.
"Why should I let you through?"
It was a perfect, puzzling question. Was it some sort of trick? There were many things Audland wondered and could have wondered in order to answer it. Why
should she? Had he done something to deserve it? What
had he done to deserve it? He felt like he had done quite a bit for the sake of this obstacle course, but what had he
really accomplished? Like, in his life? Somewhere in all his pondering, the wires got crossed. What had he been doing with his life? What was he meant to be doing? What was he made for? What was supposed to be going on? Mother? Mother? Who's mother? Whose mother? Who's your mommy? What??
To the outside, he must have looked like a brainless zombie, staring blankly into the ether with his mouth slightly agape, droning out a low, quiet
"uhhhh...", like some kind of knuckle-dragging numbskull. After untold seconds or minutes pass, Audland seems to snap back into consciousness. Conjuring the most ridiculously overconfident demeanor on what seemed like speed dial, Audland said with a lofty tone:
"I'm going to be your mother."
@Tectus
Well, you know what they say. When you can't dazzle them with brilliance...
Audland's senses come flooding back into him as the words escape his maw. What, in god's green yaoiful earth, did he just say to this large purple woman? This woman who was likely in a position of authority given that she is overseeing this entire event?
Ho-ley smokes. Audland- what— what was he supposed to—minute to minute, Audland took his train of thought by the rails and bent his neurons back to their correct places. Switch gears. Switch it up. Take a breath—"Ah—ahem." Unfold your arms, then swing them awkwardly at your sides for a bit, then fold them again uncomfortably. Everything's going to be okay.
"What I meant to say was, uh, m- m... I invented—or, more so discovered, a new—ancient—word, not too long ago. And uh, some big deer guy—red eyes, he looked like a pretty powerful mushroom mage a' sorts—he actually recognized it. A, uh, 'homosexual' 's what we call it, he and I. It's a pretty important concept, as it turns out. I'd be happy to explain it to ya, since it seems you should be in the know. It's got a li'l somethin' ta do with gender—which is already a pretty academic concept in and of itself—as well as romance, which..."
And as Audland's explanation continued, he would attempt to meander ever so delicately past Tectus. Maybe she'd notice, and stop him. Maybe she wouldn't and he'd "steal the base", so to speak. Or maybe, just maybe, she'd see right through him, and know the truth in his words... and let him right on by out of true respect, shock and awe.
When you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullcrap.