Another speaker crackles. "One down already. Hopefully that won't happen for every trap."

Malcolm then yells "So what now?" at the speakers eagerly awaiting the next trap so he could be one step closer to the end

Fuck off. Lethe kept her rage to her mind, letting it swirl freely as the wind. Insults would only serve to encourage the sick fuck that did this, and getting her hands on him without having to waste her breath or words would be ever so satisfying.
Perhaps this was some kind of experiment, in which he would not be getting the satisfaction of seeing any effect in her, at least.

"Well, the path splits into two. Two passages, two traps. Which way shall you go?"

"Anyway I can have a slight hint at what each holds" he asks the speaker then turns at Lethe.
"You wanna go together or do you just want me to Fuck Off?"

"No hints. Where's the fun in that? And can it with the parlor tricks."

Malcolm looks at Zack and sighs at his pathetic attempt at picking a hall. Then looks at Lethe and cautiously walks right awaiting the trap

Down the right passage, there is a large pool of water, the ground sloping down into it.

Malcolm quickly looks around the room observing what there is

OOC: Please descriptively tell me whats in the room bob.

"Feel free to go on ahead. It would only be stupid to take two ways, so I'll just wait here while you go explore."
Lethe was more interested in the girl, it seemed, than these tedious hallways.
"I didn't get your name." She queried the woman.

Lethe had asked her a question. [i]her name?[i] that seemed so ordinary. "I'm.. I'm nothing special." Whispered Julia, turning to cast one last glance into the grisly scene behind her. "I'm just a girl. Just.. just me. I'm nothing special." She shakes her head, still tightly gripping onto Lethe's hand like her life depended on it. For some reason she was pretty sure it would. "My names Julia though. Julia Elizabeth Cros."

"Malcolm.." She said softly. "We should probably stick together, don't you think?" She turns to Lethe for support. Maybe she didn't like him. But, surely she understood that there chances for survival were increased if they stayed together. She squeezed Lethe's hand for support.

"So.. which way should we go?" She then hesitantly asked, looking at the group; now less one. All assembled on the other end of the
hallway.

OOC:Edited to introduce my character and respond to Lethe's question.

Malcolm yells back at Julia "I would like that" as he observes the room

Down the hall, there is simply a pool of water at the end, with the ground sloping into it. Other than the pool of water, there is apparently just a dead end.

He turns and returns to the group. It just a pool of water. He then walks down the left hall

Lethe took the trim of her top and wiped the girl's face gently free from the blood. "Can't have you going around looking like that, now can we?" She squeezed her hand back to let her know she was there. "Well, that looks like a dead end. But on the other hand, that could be deliberate. Oh, you got your shoe on the way over here, right?" She turned to the girl.

Down the left hall, it narrows, the narrower parts lined with razor blades.

"Great razor blades or water." He looked at Lethe and Julia, the only two people here he respected, and asked "What do you think?"

thebobmaster:
Down the left hall, it narrows, the narrower parts lined with razor blades.

"I'd go with razors. If nothing else, we can see the danger and has dealt with them before. It still bugs me the other way looks like a dead end though. Why would he do that on purpose?" Lethe considered the possibility of the left way being the actual dead end; a veritable death trap.
At the same time, water was a variable she most certainly did not enjoy. So many variables one might as well trust in "fate". She wanted to spit at the thought of the word and pursed her lips with disgust.

"Any ideas on how to get by?"

OOC: Bob how are the razors lined?

OOC: They are basically attached to the walls in lines, blade pointing outwards, but deep enough in to prevent removal without injury.

OOC: Are they moving or just sitting there? And how many are there and what position in the wall are they? I'm assuming we cant just crawl under?

Malcolm replies to Zach "I didn't you can check though. Could it be possible we have to swim through the pool to the next area? It cant be that easy though..."

Julia nodded at Lethe and softly whispered "thank you." She had grabbed her shoe while she crawled underneath the small holes. But she hadn't yet put it back on. Sitting down she fumbled to pull both of her shoes back onto her feet and tie the laces.
"So.. water and razor blades.." Julia shook her head. She didn't like either of the options. "I suppose the corridor with water is just a swim to get to the air on the other side.. and.. well the razor blades are razor blades." Julia hated the unknown. Anything could be in the water. She took two steps towards the room with the razor blades and started analyzing it, the space between the blades, there positioning, there angle. Trying to decipher if there was a safe path through them.

"If we cant get past the blades I volunteer to take a swim..."

There is a bottom to the water, though it is deep.

"Wouldn't it be better to throw the body into the pool? I think we can safely assume the blades will cut it"