(CLOSED)

[erbier]

CHARACTERS: Ilde & Lexa (some Angel)
WHERE: the Alkon Facility
WHEN: Day 161 - 163
SUMMARY: The ladies from a pair of hard-scrabble worlds have decided to go on a hard-scrabble mission beneath the earth to look for supplies and weapons data.
WARNINGS: Definitely death and some horror elements, will update as necessary.

Comments

[erbier]

[ There are parts of the recordings which she does not understand at all, the social structure, the blind obedience, near sychophancy, of their gossiper. She doesn't understand the idea of how a great weapon could end a war. She knows for a fact that greater powers only cause greater violence. She can't even really imagine a world without that, where no one holds weapons. What a strange dream. Especially to have united enough people to fill this entire facility...

The traitor makes more sense to her. 'Misguided' suggests that he fell out of love with such a delusion. ]

Marnl. I will keep this name in mind as I go through these notes.

[ She will, although she feels as if... they may certainly be inviting misfortune by using what was developed here. ]

[adamance]

[Lexa has always walked the middle of the road as the commander. Though she is harsh, she believes in exploring new ideas for the betterment of her people. Writing everything off immediately seems unwise.]

It may be something we need to give to the other Hosts. Namely the Prince or Cathaway. They'll have the resources available to find this man.

[Away from home, Lexa lacks scouts. She lacks warriors. And she lacks spies. Simply put: she has no such resources.]

[erbier]

[ She has no real idea of what either of the senior hosts could help them with, but she nods all the same. Her ignorance was no cause to argue in this moment. She simply continues on searching drawers, but finds nothing else of interest inside of them, so they move on to the next set of rooms, and the next.

The final door in this wing has nothing but a corpse inside of it, and Ilde steps back in surprise, almost mistaking it for a live human until it... becomes more than obvious it isn't one. The soft dusty smell of desiccation is not new to her and all the tension fades from her frame as she looks down at the curled up body in silence, eyes dim. ]

[adamance]

[The conditions make the corpse difficult to be around, but it's not the first time Lexa's encountered something like this. Feelings of discomfort weigh heavily inside of her as she crouches and tries to find anything of import on the corpse itself. When she finds nothing, she rises, pausing when she finds an unfamiliar string of letters (or she assumes that's what they are) on the wall.

Recalling the Prince's lesson, she retrieves her datapad from her pocket, using it to translate the words: CONTROL IS CORRUPTED I REGRET NOTHING.]

What happened here is no accident. [And it seems that her hopes to use the doctor from before are extinguished. She frowns, looking at Ilde.]

We should see if we can grasp what they were accomplishing here. [Even if they are absolutely the worst Hosts to try that. The knowledge they find can be passed along.]

[erbier]

[ The scent of Lexa's discomfort is soft, subtle. Ilde is aware of it, but forces herself not to engage it. She has seen plenty enough corpses in her life, and in a way this seems so correct. All paths lead to death, of course exploring this mausoleum of a place had led them here, to this one lone body curled up in a corner. Alone. She cannot even summon the will to emote about that, there is an icy lack in her reaction.

In Lexa's searching, she has disturbed his fetal crouch, exposing the name tag on his uniform. The datapad will expose the alien letters for what they are easily enough...

It brings to mind the excited whispers, the murmurings of weapons and war and trial. Tampering with something in a reactor. While Ilde does not quite understand the science there, she understands the concept: a dynamo, a casing for energy that could be unleashed... That was what Dreus had been in his own way, an unstable reactor for magicks beyond his human ability to control. ]

We should.

[ An agreement. They were here, this was what they had come for, although nothing about this excavation gives her much pleasure at this point. ]

We must learn whatever we can.

[ They were both worlds unlike the other hosts... They had much to catch up on. ]

[adamance]

It can be passed on. If you are stronger with your mind, then it may be best if it comes from you. [Lexa is only beginning to adjust to mind links, but the bleedover that happens is too frequent, too common, like a dam that's been waiting for its opportunity to spill over.

Knowing that their potential resource is gone is a problem, but it doesn't mean that there's no sign of what came here before. It may be of some use—or it may just be the key they've been looking for in understanding life away from their homes. The other Hosts should be able to help them comprehend it.

She tucks away her datapad.]

Search for clues around here, and then we press on.