Descending the steps, she paused at the last one. Again, she found herself filled with an unfamiliar sense of unease that she wasn't used to. This whole thing was just so bizarre, and not at all what she had imagined when she had signed herself up. Besides, her thoughts were private, her own, how was she supposed to just suddenly deal with some stranger able to see them all? And not just some stranger, but a creature, something that used to be a monster?
Apparently it wasn't exactly like that, she had been assured, when she had loudly protested. It had also been explained to her that this bond was necessary to her survival, that without it, she wouldn't be able to live here, and that she had only woken up because of it.
They all had woken up, her, Dean, Tobin, Nash. All four of them all at once, which wasn't exactly common, they were told, but there had been an influx, for some reason. Probably something to do with this or that or blah blah ******** blah.
Dottie had, honestly, stopped listening at some point when things were being explained to them, unable to cope when people decided to just drone on and on and on and on about things. Give her action and adventure over all of this talking and learning bullshit any day!
But all of that action and adventure couldn't even begin until she "found her weapon".
Right. Better get that figured out, then.
She took her final step down and approached a wall of tablets, as she had been told. Without much thought or hesitation, she grabbed the nearest one, eyes skimming over it's carvings and soft glow.
Besides the odd glow, the tablet was decidedly underwhelming and disappointing, and she set it back with a scoff, fingers gliding over others as she walked along the length of the wall, wondering just what, exactly, she was supposed to be looking for. She had been told that she'd just know, when she saw it, when she felt it or heard it or whatever the ******** was supposed to happ---
She stopped dead in her tracks when something quiet whispered through her head, a soft sound, like a quiet hum of song, and her fingers pulled away from the tablets as if they'd been burned, as if breaking contact would put an end to the sound.
It didn't. The hum was still there, and while walking away from the wall made the sound dull, it did not cut if off completely.
Creepy as ********.
Shivering despite herself, Dottie approached the wall again, this time searching with her eyes for something that stood out, until, nearby, high but not completely out of reach, she spotted a tablet that seemed to grow brighter than the rest, one which she got a very odd sensation from the moment she locked eyes on it, one that almost seemed to call to her.
"This is some ******** up s**t." She said to the empty room, but stretched her arm up to grab for the tablet anyways.
It was the strangest feeling she'd ever had. It was like her mind was opening up, laid flat, and stretching out into eternity. The hum had become louder, more obviously something only heard in her head, and she realized that it was actually a song, and not just noise for the sake of it. The moment her fingers touched the tablet, it began to glow, bright, brighter, so blindingly bright that she had to close her eyes and look away, but even without looking she could feel the shift beneath her fingers and within her hand, and when that brightness died out, she looked back again, to see that what she held was no longer just some unremarkable and boring old stone but a simple katana.
"Well son of a whore." She said, out loud, and then nearly screamed when a woman's voice spoke in her head, the eerie song cutting off.
And then the quiet humming began anew.
Staring at the weapon in her hand, Dottie shook her head slowly and then walked towards the stairs.
"I'm finished, I'm comin up! But uh, guys, is it possible that something's wrong with this thing? Seems kinda broken to me."
