Already set off by previous close calls, Spark's eyes shot upward as soon as they heard the ceiling begin to groan. Here we go again. "RUN!"

They went as fast as their little legs could go, their attentiveness earning them something of a head start. They darted between the falling bricks with ease, and they felt their ego swell a little when they recognised that - maybe they were better suited for adventuring than they'd assumed.

Fueled by this newfound confidence, they paused to snatch a coin they'd spotted on the way down.

MORE treasure! Spark sauntered toward the comically large chest, hoping to find something a little more... fancy. They had gotten some tools. Now give them something worth bragging about (as a treat.)

Eleven wasn't quite as efficient as the others had been, but she was quick enough to avoid damage - just a thick coating of dust, which she was too busy coughing up to notice the heaping piles of coins and valuables in front of her - initially, at least.

Should she go for another gemstone? Or something else?

Maybe she could find something awesome to wear. With spikes on it, or something. Call it sibling telepathy.

Yew! He quickly rushed forward and grabbed them, trying to be gentle while still pulling them out of the way, panting softly as he sighed to himself. Why was he always putting himself in danger to help others? It just was the way he was. Are you okay? He asked gently, nosing her side as he sniffed for a moment to make sure she was okay.

Only then, after making sure she wasn't injured, did he continued on with them, keeping by her side as he searched for something interesting that caught his eye.

Helping @Yew

Fleas hummed at the small necklace. She picked it up, twisting the vial this way and that. She watched, confused and wary, as the red liquid rose as she held it in her paws. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it, but it had a loop and didn't seem immediately deadly, so she threw it around her neck. She could figure out what it did later. Fleas followed the group through the tunnel. The ceiling rumbled, then began to buckle. Fleas froze, staring up in horror.

Fleas bolted down the stairs at mach speed, each pebble hitting her back driving her forward. She tripped over herself as she landed in the treasure room, panting and coughing. From what she'd seen, the golden room should've been safe. "Don't much care for all this excitement," Fleas grumbled to herself. After a short bit, Fleas recovered enough to stand up and shake herself out.

"Better be worth the exertion," she said, and began to sniff around the room for whatever she'd get to take with her.

((Surprise me!))

Startled from the movement under their hand, Angel reared away from the wall and stared, felt the rumble, became surrounded with the shaking. Just as the rest of them they started off with a bang and pulled into the room to escape being utterly crushed to death. Not even their armor could save them from that.

The stopped to catch their breath, chestplate rising and falling and smoothing out in rhythm until their breathing eased. That was narrowly escaped. Gathering themself, Angel stood a little taller and cast their gaze about the glittering room, holding their bag closer as if the piles could eat it up. This was even more than before.

... Neat.

Their tail rattled quietly as it swayed side to side. They made for the side of the room, looked down at the piles and began to idly pick through, idle thoughts procuring the possibility of being fed for a long time. They'd still need to go out and hunt though, so maybe they couldn't live here forever, but hey. It was tempting to just take a bite.

The idea was too hard to resist. Crouching down in the midst of rummaging, Angel slipped a single coin between their lips, lapping at it with their mouth closed. They rolled it over and over in thought while properly picking through for some sort of new thing to hold.

Angel is looking for a weapon that's small enough to hold in one hand. And also eating a coin.

Enough time spent within this dungeon had attuned Halcyon to the sound of dangerous trickery afoot. Nearly bruised once by a trap, it would've been quite a failure on their part if they hadn't recognized the telltale grind of another being sprung. If they'd been designed capable of more sinister or suspicious expressions, perhaps eyes would've narrowed upon overhearing this; instead their face was stone, shielding away whatever thoughts stirred behind it from all but the Hive's view. Therefore the sudden change in their approach was if a switch had been flicked on: one moment upright, poking away at stair steps, and the next dashing forward on all fours, caution thrown to the wind in favor of chasing the presumed safety residing at the bottom. No backwards glances were cast toward the crashing bricks; staying ahead of the destruction was key to their survival, and giving in to such concerns would impede that mission.

They only abandoned their bestial stance for a more civilized stride upon fully passing through the door which awaited them at the bottom level. Claws gently pried away the staff held for safekeeping within jaws and resumed carrying it again. Surrounded by the opulence of gold and jewelry, this room felt an echo of the one before the stairs, and Halcyon found themselves running the same critical eye over its contents. Most they swiftly deemed as useless baubles, but previous experience deemed something of actual worth might still be discovered.

If they recalled their eavesdropping correctly, this was an old site. Travelers had ventured in here before in the distant past, but not all had made it out. It would explain how well these grounds were seeded by weapons and armor, but not necessarily why they seemed so far to solely be placed within rooms like this. Maybe the jewels buried amongst the coins heaped inside these chests weren't all pretty trinkets. A gem or two could harbor the life of a being a little too slow to avoid harsher hazards ahead. The Drone sifted through the treasure, relying on sight to identify possible confirmation for their idea.

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun

She held the mask in her paws, turning it around and marveling at the craftsmanship. It was beautiful - horrifying, but very beautiful. A smile graced her expression for a moment as the side of a claw moved over the ruby eyes. A nod to herself. This was a good treasure. She didn't exactly have anywhere to stash is, so she put it on. It was heavy, too large for her head, but some adjusting and she was at least standing and able to move. Vision was a little compromised but, eh. Better then carrying it in her paws when there were other treasures to find.

She followed the others, stepping into the dark stairwell and frowning. Oh great, she'd just put on a mask that made it harder to see and now it was really hard to see. With one paw, she lifted the mask off her face, with the other she attempted to bring a bit of light. Unfortunately...nothing happened. So she carefully began to step her way down with the little visibility she had.

That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun

Unfortunately, Callista didn't see the crumbling ceiling. Her mask was kind of in the way. So as soon as the rocks started to collapse, all she got was the audio cue and threw herself forward with a surprised yelp. Rocks and bricks rained down on her, glancing off her shoulder and definitely causing bruising. By the time it was over, she was hurting and sore, but nothing seemed to be broken. There were some cuts and scrapes, but not...the worst.

Still. Ow.

But they were rewarded with. More treasure? Callista wasn't going to complain. Nor check if it was another trap or not. She went straight for the big treasure chest, to pick out something that was pretty. She didn't want no weapons or armor, she just wanted treasure.

That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе

Yet another little twerp decided to make the same mistake as the others by huffing out some kind of snide quip at Audland when the degenerate flames—out of his control, by the way—erupted from his flipping nose. Audland nearly scoffed at the audacity (his frankly dramatic expression says more than enough about his baffled irritation), the sheer lack of empathy. Were they stupid or something? Did they just not know?? What is that shiny thing they’re holding in their hand???

An opportunity to press on this matter presented itself for but a moment, but Auddie was too busy getting over himself and chasing the little feather-metal thing down the stairs. By the time he was ready to be a nuisance in yet another party member’s life, rocks had begun falling from the ceiling. The rippling fire ripping up his skin and singing his fur was also turning enough of the debris to ash that Audland didn’t really feel anything as he passed through.

What was left beyond mildly inconveniencing crumbling event was the desperation for revenge on a literal newborn MOOORE TREASUUUURRRE!! But before digging right in, Audland would steel his mind. He would NOT get too distracted to mess with the little punk this time. He would collect his prize(s) and then immediately go about bothering innocent bystanders, like a normal person.

For Menkheperre: alas his eyes are not yet closed, but at least it seems they’re looking elsewhere?