Homecoming . . .
The Embryon's strategist is currently perched on the edge of a Convenient Nexus Landmark, nursing a purchased cup of tea*. All manner of glimmering coinage from countless worlds coats the bottom of the landmark's fountain; Gale's hard put to find many he recognizes in the mix. He digs some change from his pocket, and flicks a penny in. Superstition
( Read more... )
Comments 106
It's very hard to open a hatch that's latched from the outside, but Gale is braced against the walls of the narrow chute and the rungs of the ladder so he can adminster some good, strong kicks. He can feel the latch giving way against the sole of his boot.
One last kick, and the door swings open with a deafening clang as it hits the stone floor at the end of its arc.
Once on solid ground, Gale ruffles some of the water from his hair with his hands before slicking it back as tidily as he can. Turning around he spies . . . well, what he now knows to be a totem pole. Or something very comparable. It has more of a Hindu flare, really.
"Vishudha?" Must be. The base really doesn't look like any he's visited.
Reply
Sure enough, there's splashes of paint and colorless lights all around them, peeking out of buildings or drawn over doors and supply crates. To say nothing of the huge metallic poles that are towering over the group. She's pretty sure that she can see strings of spent gun shells hanging off them, like some weird decoration.
"First a flash flood, and now we end up here?" She shakes some water off her hands as she says this, still glancing around the new area.
"I suppose it makes sense, but-" She stops suddenly as she feels something brush the top of her head. And another thing splashes against her face, cold and wet.
"...You're kidding me…" Argilla whispers as she looks up towards the sky.
Reply
Leave a comment