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If the cove was meant to be eerie, then it was lost on Nora. After her talk with Evan, she had stridden straight down the stairs without as much as a look back. It was dark and dank and somewhat claustrophobic down there--a little like her hometown, to be honest.
“Getting a bit Indie in here, huh?” she murmured to the torches with a smile as she walked. “Wonder what artifact's waiting down there. Hopefully nothing involving boulders of doom.”
In truth, the operative word was artifacts. Or tablets or tiles, something of that nature. When Nora finished her descent, she found herself in a veritable cave of wonders: carvings etched into a long wall opposite her, segmented uniformly, in a way that reminded her of an intricate beehive. Hivemind? (Now that was a chilling thought.) Something was going on in here at any rate: she could feel a slight thrum in the air, a tingle that brushed over the hair on her arms. Looked like Evan wasn't taking the piss back at the human egg farm after all.
(This place seemed all about cheerful imagery, now that she thought about it.)
Nora had to wonder just what sort of technology was powering this place. Evan had failed to mention exactly how far in the future she was in, but nothing about his demeanor really suggested she was lightyears ahead in time—or at least did confirm that the UK still existed at any rate. ‘Course it would. On the other hand, there was some serious advancement on this island if they could actually put people in stasis pods. Post apocalyptic? Second coming of man? Batteries powered by humans? Or another scenario was that she was having an extended, more creative than usual dream, because those were so fun to have. Or maybe this was a little too real for her liking without the brush of her hungry cats and a wide-eyed daughter to distract her. Maybe she was thinking a bit too much about this.
Yup!
It was more of a yip almost, a noise from thin air. Nora made a strangled noise and stepped back, tensing as she squinted around for the intruder. “Oy, don’t go startling a lady like—”
OOOOO YOU CAN HEAR ME OOOOOOOO OOOOOO YESSSSSSS FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY.
It sounded so happy to see her disturbed that it continued making cooing noises at unnecessarily high volumes until Nora jammed her fingers in her ears—and found it did absolutely nothing to help. Well then. “Would you mind not being so loud?” she all but shouted at the disembodied voice.
ONLY IF YOU FIND MEEEEEEE~ screeched the thing joyfully.
“Agh.”
Nora quickly made her way to the wall of carvings, finding that they weren’t just unique but specific shapes: spears and swords, guns and gauntlets, bows and bazookas (bazookas?). Now why on Earth—
HURRY UPPPPPP I’M BOREDDDDD.
“Alright, alright,” Nora grumbled with a wince. “Where are you?”
Leeeeeeeft. NO WAIT RIGHTRIGHTRIGHT. YOUR RIGHT NOT MINE. I think.
And later:
. . . or maybe it was my right after all whoops ahahahahahahhahhaah HURRY UPPPPPPP, GHOULIE, I WANNA GOOOOO.
Jesus. Eventually, after brushing thoughts against foreign things that made her instinctively shudder, her hand finally skimmed over a tablet marked by a crimson hammer. Most helpfully, the creature barked several times to get her to stop; she got the distinct image of it—her—wagging her tail. Carefully Nora pried it from the wall, running her fingers over the design curiously. Not her style to bash things, honestly.
But it’s so so sososo much funnnnn! I think. We should try it some time! Also, he’s cuuuuute~
Evan’s memory was brought up unbidden, and Nora balked as she tried to get her thoughts in order. “Could you not—”
And so is heeee, she kept on going blissfully, sniffing through her memories like they were treats. And so is heeeee and wow, ghoulie, you got busy back in the day! I like your taste, yes yes~ Scrumptious!
“Hello, Nora here, pleased to meet you.”
Hello, Nora Here, I’m Beatrix! C’mon, we’ve got things to see, people to do!
Nora got the distinct impression that her words had not been mixed up.
“Getting a bit Indie in here, huh?” she murmured to the torches with a smile as she walked. “Wonder what artifact's waiting down there. Hopefully nothing involving boulders of doom.”
In truth, the operative word was artifacts. Or tablets or tiles, something of that nature. When Nora finished her descent, she found herself in a veritable cave of wonders: carvings etched into a long wall opposite her, segmented uniformly, in a way that reminded her of an intricate beehive. Hivemind? (Now that was a chilling thought.) Something was going on in here at any rate: she could feel a slight thrum in the air, a tingle that brushed over the hair on her arms. Looked like Evan wasn't taking the piss back at the human egg farm after all.
(This place seemed all about cheerful imagery, now that she thought about it.)
Nora had to wonder just what sort of technology was powering this place. Evan had failed to mention exactly how far in the future she was in, but nothing about his demeanor really suggested she was lightyears ahead in time—or at least did confirm that the UK still existed at any rate. ‘Course it would. On the other hand, there was some serious advancement on this island if they could actually put people in stasis pods. Post apocalyptic? Second coming of man? Batteries powered by humans? Or another scenario was that she was having an extended, more creative than usual dream, because those were so fun to have. Or maybe this was a little too real for her liking without the brush of her hungry cats and a wide-eyed daughter to distract her. Maybe she was thinking a bit too much about this.
Yup!
It was more of a yip almost, a noise from thin air. Nora made a strangled noise and stepped back, tensing as she squinted around for the intruder. “Oy, don’t go startling a lady like—”
OOOOO YOU CAN HEAR ME OOOOOOOO OOOOOO YESSSSSSS FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY.
It sounded so happy to see her disturbed that it continued making cooing noises at unnecessarily high volumes until Nora jammed her fingers in her ears—and found it did absolutely nothing to help. Well then. “Would you mind not being so loud?” she all but shouted at the disembodied voice.
ONLY IF YOU FIND MEEEEEEE~ screeched the thing joyfully.
“Agh.”
Nora quickly made her way to the wall of carvings, finding that they weren’t just unique but specific shapes: spears and swords, guns and gauntlets, bows and bazookas (bazookas?). Now why on Earth—
HURRY UPPPPPP I’M BOREDDDDD.
“Alright, alright,” Nora grumbled with a wince. “Where are you?”
Leeeeeeeft. NO WAIT RIGHTRIGHTRIGHT. YOUR RIGHT NOT MINE. I think.
And later:
. . . or maybe it was my right after all whoops ahahahahahahhahhaah HURRY UPPPPPPP, GHOULIE, I WANNA GOOOOO.
Jesus. Eventually, after brushing thoughts against foreign things that made her instinctively shudder, her hand finally skimmed over a tablet marked by a crimson hammer. Most helpfully, the creature barked several times to get her to stop; she got the distinct image of it—her—wagging her tail. Carefully Nora pried it from the wall, running her fingers over the design curiously. Not her style to bash things, honestly.
But it’s so so sososo much funnnnn! I think. We should try it some time! Also, he’s cuuuuute~
Evan’s memory was brought up unbidden, and Nora balked as she tried to get her thoughts in order. “Could you not—”
And so is heeee, she kept on going blissfully, sniffing through her memories like they were treats. And so is heeeee and wow, ghoulie, you got busy back in the day! I like your taste, yes yes~ Scrumptious!
“Hello, Nora here, pleased to meet you.”
Hello, Nora Here, I’m Beatrix! C’mon, we’ve got things to see, people to do!
Nora got the distinct impression that her words had not been mixed up.
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