[attr="class","textbox"]"Protect me from yourselves, perhaps," Merola grumbled between heaves. The poor Megalopian was wondering if they'd truly escaped the cyclone, or if they'd simply been swept up in its wake instead. Nevertheless, at the pats on their back, they glanced over to look back at El. "I will be fine. It should not be hard to find a de-nauseafication chamber around here."[break][break]
From El's hushed tones, and the fact that there were swirls of purple and black splashing everywhere, Isaac decided to give them some space. However, he couldn't help but remember his first time experimenting with these powers. It was both great seeing how far he'd come in such a short amount of time and embarrassing remembering how he'd all but KO'd himself from decelerating too fast.[break][break]
Either way, he made a mental note to help the poor guy find their chamber.[break][break]
Ahtal-ka would get an early glimpse of the reality of their situation; the darkness within wasn't just for dramatic effect. The building had next to no light, its white walls eerily translucent as a result. At times, a crystal from overhead flickered to life, casting the halls in a pale blue glow. These lights faded as quickly as they'd began.[break][break]
On the bright side, there didn't seem to be anyone present. The hospital's membranous doors were all sealed tightly, and not even a single groan or footstep managed to break the silence. At times, they would be able to make out the outline of various devices bolted to the walls. Their sharp, talon-like prongs made it difficult to tell if they were medical equipment or torture devices.[break][break]
Luckily, Merola wouldn't have far to stagger before they found the wall they were looking for. "Here," they said, pulling the membranous door open as they had the entranceway. They made their way to what seemed like a large, impossibly smooth wheel, strapping their limbs into the proper restraints. "Push me the opposite way of . . . whatever that was. The terminal should let you do so."[break][break]
Isaac looked over to a blank globe with no buttons, no keypads, and no power source, only a flickering crystal embedded into its top. It didn't even seem to be on. How the heck was he supposed to use this thing? It was like every other crystal in this place; inert, holding onto only the slightest bit of-[break][break]
Light.[break][break]
"This one's all on you, Queen," Isaac said, releasing Sectonia from her ball. The Vespiquen stroked her chin thoughtfully as she looked at the terminal, only to perk up when she saw the crystal on top.
"This place is all out of light. Let's change that."[break][break]
Firing the
Light of Ruin directly into a piece of unknowable alien machinery seemed like the opposite of a good idea, but the entire attack ended up sucked into the terminal's crystalline power source. Now glowing a vivid pink, the globe flickered back into life. Atop it was a crude image of the wheel, a stick figure Megalopian strapped into its harnesses.[break][break]
After what had been a nonstop rush forward, Isaac pushed the orb back. As if on cue, the wheel roared to life, a rush of gravity pushing Merola back against it. "Yes . . . most excellent . . ." they said, strained heavily from the force pushing against them. "Explore in my stead . . . I shall catch up . . . soon . . ."[break][break]
With a shrug, Isaac prepared to leave them to their own devices.
"Give us a shout if you need us, okay?" Isaac asked.
"Sectonia here can light a path to help us find the way back to you." Those flickering crystals on the ceiling were able to pay off, big time.[break][break]
Sure enough, the first one they illuminated revealed what appeared to be a simple lobby. What appeared to be floating chairs lay in crumpled heaps, haphazardly buoyed against one another. A conch shell shaped device stuck embedded from the wall, inches away from what appeared to be a room sealed by crystalline shutters. Despite the cracks and gashes running across their surface, they remained unbroken. What appeared to be a scale model of the Megalopolis, hewn from magnetic black stones, lay half-complete in the room's center.[break][break]
One of the few structures to not lay vandalized was an octet of vending machines, vaguely arranged in a circle. What appeared to be a faded Z-Crystal stuck within one's diamond-shaped coin slot. Mischief flickered in Isaac's eyes as he pulled the crystal out, tying a loop of string around its midsection.
"Thirsty?" [attr="class","oocbox"]
TAG —
El Sunderland [break]
NOTES — notes go here
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