saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
control room
POSTED ON Dec 22, 2021 10:03:28 GMT
waves crashed around the island, and wind howled cold, whispering into fissures of old stone. though its walls remained, the lighthouse (smaller than the sootopolis lighthouse mind you and having existed in disuse for perhaps decades) scarcely resembled its original architecture.
as though a creation of dr. frankenstein himself, its mortared trunk ascended into moderness; a steel dome, jutting with spectacular and chaotic futuristic appendages. at first glance, it might seem obvious: whoever lived here had more than a few screws loose, because they had surely used them all in their efforts to contact the beyond.
inside, it was still dank, and salty. there was no furniture to give sign of life, and the lack of a light in place of a massive metal tube running up through the center made it all seem especially cold. a lighthouse should be a beacon. this one had been gutted of its heart.
stairs wound around along the wall, leading up to the lookout. below, however, was where the real fun was.
the handle of a metal bunker along the far wall from the entrance might immediately call to an intruder. and if they followed their curiosity, it would lead to a pristinely temperature-controlled sci-fi wonderland. control panels, computers, monitors, racks upon racks of equipment—much of which names did not exist yet for. failures, successes, and much of it all a disassembled mess strung about. to even the expert eye, it would have been overwhelming.
lights were on. things were armed, ready. there was so much here that the room radiated with an almost unsettling electric energy, a light buzz against the hairs on one’s arms.
and the front door? it was unlocked. why? because the islet’s resident scientist figured that whoever might’ve had the gall to wash ashore would be far too intimidated by the monstrosity of her home to approach, and if anyone in their right mind attempted entry, they would hardly guess the guards that awaited them.
then again, hoenn was home to few incredibly skilled thieves.
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