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The mirror is large, and somewhat out of place in such an archaic cavern, but the thick layer of dust that surrounds it hints that maybe it was meant to stay hidden for a reason.

As Shun approaches the mirror, it seems to hum, as though measuring him up. The image is that which you would expect- a reflection of the cavern behind him. Then it begins to shift, to an image that only Shun can see. In the mirror he can see himself at the peak of his happiness. It portrays him as he wants to be in life- whatever he wants most, wherever he is happiest. It could be the future, the past, whatever it is that Shun would see.

Regardless of if he tries to turn away, he would find that, at least for a moment, he couldn't, as he was entranced by the picture.

But then, just as quickly as the image appeared, it disappears. The ensnarement disappears. The image is once again Shun, in the cavern.

The vines didn't let up, and eventually, no matter how hard he tried, West couldn't move at all. He silently cursed Danny, trains, stupid castles, artifacts, doors, and everything else that crossed his mind until he was completely consumed then spat out into a formerly tranquil pool. He ignored Andrew for the time being, glaring at Shun and his snooty sneer as he made his way to the water's edge and back onto the shore, muttering over the state of his hair and clothes as he went.

He then took a step closer as the flame demon moved away. "Weekly bath. Says th' one who's prob'ly never had one." West recalled Danny begging for a ride through a fairly shallow stream the last time they'd gone adventuring. Surely this boil reacted similarly. "Wanna dry me off wit' yer little fire?" West took another step.

"I bath. Just not in water." he stayed well away from the wet gross soggy demon.

Until he was hit by a fireball. He glared back at the one who did it. "I'll be nice here fine, I'll help him dry." he lit up a hand and actually did bother to send some heat in West's direction, careful to not actually set him on fire. The flames might have licked a little close, but West did ask after all.

"Hey this statue looks a little like you soggy." Andrew made a face at the thing vaguely wondering if it was a stature or maybe a person. Statues had a tendency to move after all.

Taima glared--silently--at the cerberus as she passed it, peering into the trapdoor before jumping down through it. Her wings spread to slow her descent and she landed lightly, if a little behind the others. She followed the light of Danny's fireballs, her eyebrows rising in pleased surprise as they eventually wound up in a large cavern. This was already the most interesting part of the trip so far--so much to explore! Taima's attention was caught by the tapestry hanging on the wall, and she went to get a better look at it. Her fingers traced the woven fish, and she suddenly wished she had gotten something to eat while they were still on the train.

Andrew's lending of the fire might have had an alternate goal in mind, it wasn't because he was being nice. He just figured that drying off the annoying thing would lower his chances of getting wet. It looked like that succeed.

"Oh sure it does. The storm cloud looks just like your mood. It's a perfect match." he reached up to touch it completely ignoring the somber aura of the area. "I thought we were hunting treasure, all I see here is a bunch of water and old junk."

"What the hell are we trying to find here again?" Shun grumbled as he placed his hands into his pockets, looking over the others.

"Hm," West said. Well, he couldn't argue with the boil's assessment of his mood. But what did Ol' Flamey expect after the overly friendly vines and the surprise bath? He shrugged as he wandered closer to the statue, squinting at the unflattering lump on his distant relative's face.

Brushing aside Danny's observation about the lake for the moment, West reached up and jammed his finger into Mr. Thunderbolt's giant marble pimple.