06-24-2017, 09:18 PM
The Sage ambled over as the parachute descended. He had no idea where the item had been dropped from. There was no audible engine of any kind of flying vehicle, nor had he seen any indication of a portal or any kind. In any case, he would worry about Syntech’s means of production later. For now, he was finally making some progress on his quest. He eyed the marker that continued to beep on his datapad, momentarily ignoring the countdown that dwelled over much of the region’s map. The markers that listed the locations of Cirno and Dane remained in the safehouse, though Dane’s marker was flickering in a way that he found somewhat disconcerting. The man with the broken arm didn’t seem to understand the severity of his position, and the Sage’s eyes darted around to make sure he was not about to be jumped.
He pocketed the item’s capsule and glanced up, the sun showed no intention of returning to the celestial stage, and the Sage was thoroughly soaked from the hours he had spent travelling this morning. He looked towards the soon to be dysfunctional safehouse, it was possibly the most unnecessary bunker that the Sage had ever seen. The surrounding terrain was hills and a would-be attacker could just as easily bypass the fortification entirely, or bombard it from a distance. Further evidence that this island had at the very least been extensively modified prior to the event. The Sage wondered whether Karl had added these bunkers himself or if they had simply been part of the island, and he had selected them after the fact. If they had listened to him, the two half-dead primes would be inside the safehouse right now.
He was highly tempted just to leave. The light seemed to be starting to fail, and the low-key warnings of his collar were getting increasingly difficult to ignore. He stared at the bunker, his thoughts wandering back to his assessment of Tearen during their fight. He had accused the Enigma of preying upon weakness, and labelled it a mark against his purported heroism. What was different about the Sage’s actions here?
I don’t claim to be a hero. came his answer, though it was not one he was particularly proud of. He turned to leave, but stopped. What message would this send to others? Though he was not afraid of either of the two primes, he did not wish to see them throw their lives away attempting to get revenge against him. It would only serve to weaken the Sage’s position, both inside and outside of the Abyss. The Sage rubbed his knuckles against his forehead, and grunted in frustration, then made his way towards the bunker.
He pocketed the item’s capsule and glanced up, the sun showed no intention of returning to the celestial stage, and the Sage was thoroughly soaked from the hours he had spent travelling this morning. He looked towards the soon to be dysfunctional safehouse, it was possibly the most unnecessary bunker that the Sage had ever seen. The surrounding terrain was hills and a would-be attacker could just as easily bypass the fortification entirely, or bombard it from a distance. Further evidence that this island had at the very least been extensively modified prior to the event. The Sage wondered whether Karl had added these bunkers himself or if they had simply been part of the island, and he had selected them after the fact. If they had listened to him, the two half-dead primes would be inside the safehouse right now.
He was highly tempted just to leave. The light seemed to be starting to fail, and the low-key warnings of his collar were getting increasingly difficult to ignore. He stared at the bunker, his thoughts wandering back to his assessment of Tearen during their fight. He had accused the Enigma of preying upon weakness, and labelled it a mark against his purported heroism. What was different about the Sage’s actions here?
I don’t claim to be a hero. came his answer, though it was not one he was particularly proud of. He turned to leave, but stopped. What message would this send to others? Though he was not afraid of either of the two primes, he did not wish to see them throw their lives away attempting to get revenge against him. It would only serve to weaken the Sage’s position, both inside and outside of the Abyss. The Sage rubbed his knuckles against his forehead, and grunted in frustration, then made his way towards the bunker.
Quote:Sage moves to A4 to SHA. Dane has given me permission to move him with me when I do, so as to decrease the wait time involved in the situation. (wouldn’t want to go boom and all that.)
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