[the worst museum ever]

[exuviiated]

[Aaron actually fits in to this place, if only in clothes. It is, without a doubt, the weirdest museum he has ever visited.

He wants to go home, but that won't be happening any time soon, so he'll settle for watching a small black spider (sorry, a Nox spider) scurry on the ceiling and window.]

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[exuviiated]

[Aaron kept himself busy tearing off legs while Bruce dealt with the other Nox.]
[By the time Bruce turns to him, four legs are twitching on the ground and he's well on his way to dislodging a fifth while the Nox pitches, unbalanced by Aaron's weight without the extra legs for stabilization.]
[The poor museum has seen better days, some without goopy gooey Nox dripping all over. Aaron adds to it when the fifth leg comes off.]
[Aaron uses the opportunity to shove the spider's abdomen down to where he can attack it straight-on.]
Almost got it-- help?

[batdweeb]

[Aaron may be asking for help, but Bruce is actually a bit relieved when he sees the state Aaron's spider is in, pitched to the ground and down to only three legs to attack and move with.]

Looks like you've got the situation well in hand.

[Still, he makes at least a token effort to kick at it- no sparks this time, but the Nox flails at his leg, distracted now that it has two humans to contend with.]

[It may be a big spider, but its bark seems worse than its bite by that point.]

[exuviiated]

[It is a big spider. Aaron doesn't like big things.]

[In an ideal situation, Bruce would've kicked more of those super-effective sparks to melt the fat spider down to mush.]

[Nothing ever turns out ideally, and his healing magic helps to dislodge every last leg-- with some effort and avoiding razor-sharp mandibles, with varying degrees of success-- until the Nox is a big black ball that Aaron kicks down the hall.]

[Far away.]

[Never to return.]

...let's get out of here.

[batdweeb]

[The legless Nox rolls impressively far down the hall, disappearing into the dim distance of the museum.]

[Was the museum that dark earlier?]

[Whatever. The exit's free, meaning Aaron can get to safety. He gives the younger man a quick nod.]

I don't think we'll be making any return visits any time soon.

[exuviiated]

I know that I won't.

[Aaron shakes his hands like he's trying to fling the lingering feeling off of them.]

[He doesn't waste any time heading to the exit, but turns to Bruce once he's at it.]

--are you coming?

Thread end?

[batdweeb]

[Bruce pauses to linger in the doorway and stare into the distance.]

[He looks... concerned, but snaps out of it when Aaron speaks up.]

Right, of course.

[And he'll follow Aaron out of the museum, although not without the occasional glance over his shoulder.]