by Endesu » Wed Jan 21, 2004 4:59 pm
Intemera's attempt to open the door succeeded. It swung open, revealing a short but well-lit entrance hallway. The walls on each side of this hallway were stained sporadically with an unknown green substance. The odor of decomposition wafted into her nose as she stood there.
The door at the end of the hallway had no doorknob. It was, however, open a crack. This meant that she could likely approach it and push it open without trouble.
Griff behind her saw about the same image, without the smell, due to his distance.
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The humanoid paused for a moment, as if trying to come up with a way to appropriately answer Enlil's question. It then shrugged, and projected the event itself, from its viewpoint, into her mind.
From what Enlil could deceipher, these soldiers had entered the room by force. They had shot at the humanoid, and their bullets had been thrown aside. Utilizing what Enlil could presume to be telepathic power, the soldiers had been torn apart before they could fire again.
Further, from what the angel could deceipher of the humanoid's emotions, it felt little guilt for what it had done. There was something numb about the way it perceived what had happened, something emotionless.
Looking into the issue of what inhibited telepathic processes revealed a device, embedded in the humanoid's brain, that seemed akin to a soul drive. However, only half of its power was apparently active. As opposed to completely controlling the humanoid, certain mental fuctions were inhibited. Apparently, though, that had not been enough for these soldiers.
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Stephen and Argus remained alone, outside of the doors. That is, until the floor beneath Argus apparently failed to hold itself intact and collapsed. This left Argus without much time to react, and caused him to fall to an unknown darkness below.
Stephen obviously heard this. Griff would, as well. It was Intemera's discretion whether she would pay more attention to the door ahead of her or to the slight noise behind her.
Stephen turned and watched the scene, listening for a 'crash' of some sort. There was none.
The undead dragonoid swore once again and looked back to Griff and/or Intemera for reaction. Enlil was too far gone to talk with by now.
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Keir's efforts to avoid the potentially noxious gas were not in vain, as most of it had faded, leaving the (relatively) breathable air of the city.
His attempt to socialize with the mysterious midget was ignored. It ran too quickly for him to get a better look. It did drop something on the ground, however: a small scrap of paper.