06-27-2018, 07:21 PM
Coruscant was as similar to earth as the Nexus had been to the Asp. White-clad soldiers patrolled near constantly, some armed with some sort of gun that looked like it would sting more than just a little. Their vehicles traveled without wheels, and emitted strange smells. The plants, all the flowers in pots and the grass that grew in exactly the right way to make a picturesque city, they all had an off sort of scent. On the surface, there was no difference, yet as she tried to pick out one specific scent, it blurred and melted and the image faded into the same shimmering iridescent blob called Omnilium. Nothing that grew here was natural. Everything, right down to the people, only smelled different on the surface. Eventually, Arriana hoped, her nose would adjust.
Her brain found it much easier to accept that this was an entirely different world, already adjusting to measure for their laws of physics. Not that they were really laws of any sort, just.. guidelines. The Chimera poked at her source of power, trying to determine which genes were locked and which weren't - only to find that none of them were truly functioning. She could reach the aesthetic functions of her powers - changing what she looked like - but she found that sharpening the tip of her fingernails couldn't pierce her skin. When she tried to cover her skin in scales, they vanished when she stopped focusing on the change. Clearly, any other change she attempted for combative purposes would also fail, though in a civilian city - however militarized it may be - summoning guns or other weapons would be ill advised.
Once agian, Ari turned to the most familiar tool she used - the golden pocket watch. Already connected to what Warren had called the 'dataverse', it projected a map of coruscant just above the clock face. Each miniature layer, only sporting the top three layers where tourism was encouraged, displayed important points like restaurants and parks. Nothing of the research lab she had been sent in search of. The Chimera sought out the method of transport between the verses, the large elevators that were undoubtedly constantly monitored.
Dictatorial states were lovely, really.
The lab in question would be found on tier 2, which was immediately below her. Rather than trying to stick the landing in an attempt to jump down, Arriana would use one of the elevators that seemed to be found on every street corner. Curious things, they seemed like they would be more at home on a space ship - though considering the style and layout of the city, it may as well have been a space port from a science fiction film. Humans were oddly creative in their technology, especially when it didn't have to work properly.
Ari ducked into an elevator as the doors were closing, squeezing in beside a few civilians on their way home from work. The chimera didn't speak, and hardly dared breathe in fear that her toxins would spread to the others in such a confined space. The elevator didn't take as long as she had thought it would to reach her floor, but she still leapt at the chance to escape the enclosed space. Tier two of Coruscant was lit entirely by artificial lighting. The light of Coruscant's sun barely reached through the floors, making the second tier seem a little more claustrophobic. It was just as tourist-themed as the top floor, however it seemed the soldiers here were more conservative. There was little worry that hostile outsiders would make it to the second floor with the army positioned every ten feet on the ground level.
Her brain found it much easier to accept that this was an entirely different world, already adjusting to measure for their laws of physics. Not that they were really laws of any sort, just.. guidelines. The Chimera poked at her source of power, trying to determine which genes were locked and which weren't - only to find that none of them were truly functioning. She could reach the aesthetic functions of her powers - changing what she looked like - but she found that sharpening the tip of her fingernails couldn't pierce her skin. When she tried to cover her skin in scales, they vanished when she stopped focusing on the change. Clearly, any other change she attempted for combative purposes would also fail, though in a civilian city - however militarized it may be - summoning guns or other weapons would be ill advised.
Once agian, Ari turned to the most familiar tool she used - the golden pocket watch. Already connected to what Warren had called the 'dataverse', it projected a map of coruscant just above the clock face. Each miniature layer, only sporting the top three layers where tourism was encouraged, displayed important points like restaurants and parks. Nothing of the research lab she had been sent in search of. The Chimera sought out the method of transport between the verses, the large elevators that were undoubtedly constantly monitored.
Dictatorial states were lovely, really.
The lab in question would be found on tier 2, which was immediately below her. Rather than trying to stick the landing in an attempt to jump down, Arriana would use one of the elevators that seemed to be found on every street corner. Curious things, they seemed like they would be more at home on a space ship - though considering the style and layout of the city, it may as well have been a space port from a science fiction film. Humans were oddly creative in their technology, especially when it didn't have to work properly.
Ari ducked into an elevator as the doors were closing, squeezing in beside a few civilians on their way home from work. The chimera didn't speak, and hardly dared breathe in fear that her toxins would spread to the others in such a confined space. The elevator didn't take as long as she had thought it would to reach her floor, but she still leapt at the chance to escape the enclosed space. Tier two of Coruscant was lit entirely by artificial lighting. The light of Coruscant's sun barely reached through the floors, making the second tier seem a little more claustrophobic. It was just as tourist-themed as the top floor, however it seemed the soldiers here were more conservative. There was little worry that hostile outsiders would make it to the second floor with the army positioned every ten feet on the ground level.

