(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.

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[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.