[holo] When the Sun Goes Down
It actually started sometime during the day, when a statue had appeared in the room, accompanied by a very perplexed but ultimately bored cat. The cat paced the room for a bit before eventually curling up into a ball near the statue. It was probably very boring for anyone who had decided to watch.
It would be sunset before anything interesting happened. Cracks began to appear in the statue as it seemed to be breaking apart from the inside out. Finally, with a roar and eyes glowing red, Elisa burst forth from the statue, shattering bits of stone across the room.
When Elisa realized she didn’t know where she was, didn’t even know how she’d gotten there, she dropped instinctively into a defensive crouch. Her wings, which had been flared, flattened, draped themselves over her body. Her large pointed ears twitched as she tried to listen for any clues, while at the same time she took in several deep breaths through her nose, trying to draw in any scents out of her environment. It was the vulnerability of a Gargoyle, to be moved during the day or worse. But where were the others...?
The metal of the platform was cold under her bare feet and the room was strangely empty. Satisfied, for the moment, that there was no direct threat to her here, she started to look around. “Where the hell am I…?” she asked, not expecting an answer, but prepared for the possibility of one all the same.
She stood, moving down off the platform with careful steps. She spared a glance behind her, catching sight of the complicated machinery that dominated the ceiling. It was far beyond her understanding, though not necessarily the most fantastic thing she had seen. “Xanatos, maybe?” she asked herself. “Wouldn’t put it past him to build a working teleporter, but why isn’t he here to gloat?”
Elisa stopped as she realized something was off. She looked down at her wrist and saw something silver there, a bracelet. That definitely wasn’t right. She hadn’t been much of one for jewelry to begin with and in her line of work, items like that had a decent chance of getting damaged. Surprisingly, she found she couldn’t remove it, prompting a growl of irritation from her throat. Had she been tagged somehow? “I swear, if I’m in some kind of zoo…” The “theme park” in Ishmura had been bad enough….
"Mew?"
Her pet's sudden vocalization caught her even more by surprise. "You're here too, Cagney?"
“Okay, Elisa,” she told herself, “time to put that brain of yours to work. You’re in some kind of chamber that half looks like something out of some sci-fi show, no sign of Goliath and the others, with a bracelet you can’t take off, and no sign of anyone else, good or bad.”
She let that thought mull over in her head. “Okay. I got nothing.”
Something else, a pedestal, caught her eye and she approached it cautiously, finding some kind of tablet on it. “This just gets weirder and weirder…” she muttered to herself.
It would be sunset before anything interesting happened. Cracks began to appear in the statue as it seemed to be breaking apart from the inside out. Finally, with a roar and eyes glowing red, Elisa burst forth from the statue, shattering bits of stone across the room.
When Elisa realized she didn’t know where she was, didn’t even know how she’d gotten there, she dropped instinctively into a defensive crouch. Her wings, which had been flared, flattened, draped themselves over her body. Her large pointed ears twitched as she tried to listen for any clues, while at the same time she took in several deep breaths through her nose, trying to draw in any scents out of her environment. It was the vulnerability of a Gargoyle, to be moved during the day or worse. But where were the others...?
The metal of the platform was cold under her bare feet and the room was strangely empty. Satisfied, for the moment, that there was no direct threat to her here, she started to look around. “Where the hell am I…?” she asked, not expecting an answer, but prepared for the possibility of one all the same.
She stood, moving down off the platform with careful steps. She spared a glance behind her, catching sight of the complicated machinery that dominated the ceiling. It was far beyond her understanding, though not necessarily the most fantastic thing she had seen. “Xanatos, maybe?” she asked herself. “Wouldn’t put it past him to build a working teleporter, but why isn’t he here to gloat?”
Elisa stopped as she realized something was off. She looked down at her wrist and saw something silver there, a bracelet. That definitely wasn’t right. She hadn’t been much of one for jewelry to begin with and in her line of work, items like that had a decent chance of getting damaged. Surprisingly, she found she couldn’t remove it, prompting a growl of irritation from her throat. Had she been tagged somehow? “I swear, if I’m in some kind of zoo…” The “theme park” in Ishmura had been bad enough….
"Mew?"
Her pet's sudden vocalization caught her even more by surprise. "You're here too, Cagney?"
“Okay, Elisa,” she told herself, “time to put that brain of yours to work. You’re in some kind of chamber that half looks like something out of some sci-fi show, no sign of Goliath and the others, with a bracelet you can’t take off, and no sign of anyone else, good or bad.”
She let that thought mull over in her head. “Okay. I got nothing.”
Something else, a pedestal, caught her eye and she approached it cautiously, finding some kind of tablet on it. “This just gets weirder and weirder…” she muttered to herself.