When will a reason arrive?

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“... Quite a bit, ma’am.” Zote quirks a brow. Brumm has the twins right now, while Zote’s out stretching his legs so to speak. He’s been getting restless, especially since he started having dreams again.

@hunting-for-purpose

“... Quite a bit, ma’am.” Zote quirks a brow. Brumm has the twins right now, while Zote’s out stretching his legs so to speak. He’s been getting restless, especially since he started having dreams again.

@hunting-for-purpose

“... Quite a bit, ma’am.” Zote quirks a brow. Brumm has the twins right now, while Zote’s out stretching his legs so to speak. He’s been getting restless, especially since he started having dreams again.

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Gambit lead her through the corridors with many bugs moving about, making noises, carrying stuff and generally working. She made it extra careful to pass through as far away from any sort of danger as possible.

“Err, no, no, I meant findin’ someone to be your guide, until you get use to the place, y’know? Like aaahh… work partner of a sort. Buddy system and all that jazz. Hopefully a future friend, right?” she smiled back at Myla but it was genuine. 

“W-What about you? You'rr a f-friend.” She smiles while saying it. Myla was paying attention to each and every miner and stopped when she saw one that just looked like a bigger pillbug. She didn’t respond for a moment before it’s like someone unpaused her and she continued to walk.

Gambit turned to her at her words. Thinking about this further, she figured one would have to pay extra attention to Myla but also work? She reminded herself they will have to wait and see what exactly is wrong. “Well… I could! Why not. Folks up the floors don’t always need me for explosions anyways.”, she spoke to Myla but also thought aloud.

While Gambit was already familiar with everyone at the mines, she didn’t pay attention to the large pillbug who held papers in one hand, a sample of a crystal in the other and a quill on his helmet. He noticed Myla as she entered his field of vision then raised his brow.

“Gambit?”

“Aye?”

“You have a guest?”

Gambit sweated lightly again. “Nah, she’s… new. Hey, Stan, actually… can we talk a bit later ‘bout something?”

The pillbug noticed she was a bit worried. “You know where to find me.”

“Lower office levels, gotcha. This is Myla, by the way.”

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Such thoughts only now crossed Gambit’s mind, making her take heavier breaths for a bit before her mind shunned the “what if”s from before she encounter Myla on pure accident. Being sent to the mines by the king with what sounded like a very specific task, she didn’t even realize the depth of this bug named Myla. It made her sad but Gambit started to doubt Myla’s words a little, questioning how much of them were true and how much was it auto-filled by the environment and interaction after arriving to the mines.

The tiny hand held her finger and Gambit visibly shuddered. “S-say, since yer new here, h-how about we assign you an assistant or a guide for some time when you start working? Oh, and the uhhh…. systematic physical checkup at the doctor is also a must for newcomers, yup. How about we go um… this afternoon?”

She didn’t want to change the little Myla could remember. She wanted to roll with it and observe the little pill bug while also helping her adapt to the new place and people with her condition.

“O-Oh I didn’t know I was s-supposed to have a checkup before coming. We c-can do it, yeah. I-I d-d-don’t know how well off I’d b-be for being a t-tour guide… I’m kinda forgetful.” Myla was right and she knew it too. “I’d get l-lost faster than th-the guests!” She laughs a little like it was a funny joke.

Gambit lead her through the corridors with many bugs moving about, making noises, carrying stuff and generally working. She made it extra careful to pass through as far away from any sort of danger as possible.

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Gambit mostly expected for Myla to follow her so the hug took her by surprise. Her eyes widened but she quickly mellowed down and smiled. It reminded her too much of her little butterfly so she couldn’t help but watched her with the same motherly intent.

“Ahaha, ha… Thank you. I am a little worried about ya. You wanna take my hand while we go through the mines together?”

Myla nods softly and takes one of gambit’s fingers with her hand since her hands were so small. It truly sinks in just how small this little bug is and how (unfortunately) young she is for something like this to happen to her. One could only imagine what her life from here on would be like… What if she forgot there was a bomb gone off in the mines and got caught in it?

Such thoughts only now crossed Gambit’s mind, making her take heavier breaths for a bit before her mind shunned the “what if”s from before she encounter Myla on pure accident. Being sent to the mines by the king with what sounded like a very specific task, she didn’t even realize the depth of this bug named Myla. It made her sad but Gambit started to doubt Myla’s words a little, questioning how much of them were true and how much was it auto-filled by the environment and interaction after arriving to the mines.

The tiny hand held her finger and Gambit visibly shuddered. “S-say, since yer new here, h-how about we assign you an assistant or a guide for some time when you start working? Oh, and the uhhh…. systematic physical checkup at the doctor is also a must for newcomers, yup. How about we go um… this afternoon?”

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“Did you had a proper breakfast? Wasn’t the trip long?? Palace’s all the way bellow! What about sleep? Not tired?”

Gambit was expressive but she wasn’t all up in Myla’s space and while her voice shown a lot of worry, it was still composed and toned. A lot of the way Myla spoke and what she said made Gambit believe something was rather off. She eventually stopped and set her hand on Myla’s shoulder.

“I ain’t gonna lie but because you don’t seem to remember some bits makes me question if you’re alright? I don’t mean to come off as rude with that, though. I wanna help out.”

Myla listened to them. “I think I ate… Was I s-supposed to be tired?” Then a hand landed on her shoulder and Gambit spoke more. “You come off more like.” Her words just stopped and she stares off into space like something was trying to click and just couldn’t. A moment later she looks up at Gambit. “W-What were we t-talking about?”

“Nah, nah, just… …. Myla…?”

Something twisted in Gambit’s stomach. She became more than worrisome about the little bugs behavior. This wasn’t fatigue. No lack of sleep or meal, no lack of proper rest or travel lags.

//Hello, I love Myla and even if I dunno how to draw her, I want to and also excuse to draw a dead muse now that I’m actually better at drawings bugs. Yay!

Anyway, have Gambit’s outer and inner state.

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“Did you had a proper breakfast? Wasn’t the trip long?? Palace’s all the way bellow! What about sleep? Not tired?”

Gambit was expressive but she wasn’t all up in Myla’s space and while her voice shown a lot of worry, it was still composed and toned. A lot of the way Myla spoke and what she said made Gambit believe something was rather off. She eventually stopped and set her hand on Myla’s shoulder.

“I ain’t gonna lie but because you don’t seem to remember some bits makes me question if you’re alright? I don’t mean to come off as rude with that, though. I wanna help out.”

Myla listened to them. “I think I ate… Was I s-supposed to be tired?” Then a hand landed on her shoulder and Gambit spoke more. “You come off more like.” Her words just stopped and she stares off into space like something was trying to click and just couldn’t. A moment later she looks up at Gambit. “W-What were we t-talking about?”

“Nah, nah, just… …. Myla…?”

Something twisted in Gambit’s stomach. She became more than worrisome about the little bugs behavior. This wasn’t fatigue. No lack of sleep or meal, no lack of proper rest or travel lags.

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Gambit was patient but the more time pass the more she felt like sweating, it was concerning her. The reply only threw her off.

“…. Eh??”, she made a short but strong sound, now seriously breaking into small sweat. “You… Myla… w-where have you been stayin’ until now??”

“I dunno.” Myla shrugs. “P-Probably with the k-king since h-he sent me here a-after all.” She didn’t even seem phased by not knowing where her home was or if she had one. “W-Why do you ask, m-miss Gambit?”

“Did you had a proper breakfast? Wasn’t the trip long?? Palace’s all the way bellow! What about sleep? Not tired?”

Gambit was expressive but she wasn’t all up in Myla’s space and while her voice shown a lot of worry, it was still composed and toned. A lot of the way Myla spoke and what she said made Gambit believe something was rather off. She eventually stopped and set her hand on Myla’s shoulder.

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Gambit let out a soft huff. She smiled at the bug with a casual glance in her eyes and shrugged lightly. “Eh, the more the merrier around the mines, I always say. We are trying to be like a big, busy err… one of a kind family.” She stood up and stretched her back. “And while not for the same reason, singin’ ain’t so uncommon so never feel shy about that, work or for your own soul. Say, will you be staying at the living facility here or you got your own place at Dirtmouth?”

Myla takes a great big pause, eyes drifting a bit down as she puts a hand to her chin to think. After a few minutes of deafening silence she perks back up and speaks with that cheery tone. “I don’t remember if I-I have a house.” She didn’t seem phased by saying this despite how terrible it was.

Gambit was patient but the more time pass the more she felt like sweating, it was concerning her. The reply only threw her off.

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Gambit rested her elbows on her knees while squatting so her head could rest in her hands, eyes focusing on Myla. She might look intrigued because she was rather interested in what the pill bug was was saying. It wasn’t just something but Myla’s chipper attitude was appealing.

“And here I thought I’d be helpin’ out by showin’ you around but…”, Gambit paused to warmly smile at her. “You might need to show me where to lead you. Err, that made little sense but I’d do what’s needed to help you settle ‘ere.” Gambit observed her tiny antennas. “Do you have to sing to find ‘em?”

“I don’t have to sing, necessarily. B-But I’d rather not s-spend all day tapping c-c-crystals on th-the walls.” Myla explains. “Thank you. F-for helping me get used to th-the caves and being s-so friendly… It’s nice to have f-friends.” Myla tried to recall if she had any friends before this. Either she was drawing a blank or nothing was there.

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Gambit was intrigued. Despite the busy ambiance around them, she squatted by Myla. What a strange bug she was. Gambit was all kinds of suspicious but also deeply curious. The sounds the crystals made was nothing new to the regular miners like her, it’s just that no one payed mind to it before. The crystals they dig are charged with energy, highly requested and considered with worth so Gambit wondered what was it about sound that made them stand out.

“You’re quite somethin’, huh? Say, how can you hear which sound right? Antennae?” 

“Yeah! B-but I have the pitch i-in my head and I could hum it. I-I don’t think any of th-the c-crystals around are w-what I was sent h-h-here for.” Myla says. She took off her helmet to reveal short, but chunky looking, antennas. “The k-king said th-the right frequency w-was in a song I’d sing.”

Gambit rested her elbows on her knees while squatting so her head could rest in her hands, eyes focusing on Myla. She might look intrigued because she was rather interested in what the pill bug was was saying. It wasn’t just something but Myla’s chipper attitude was appealing.

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Gambit raised her brows. Her silence that followed Myla’s words was maybe a little too longer. However, she wasn’t shocked, just surprised.

“And here I thought you’d need some heads up in case you find the crystal’s singing weird, since most do but…” she scratched under her hat while looking at the little pill-bug. “I gotta say, I have no idea what you just said means but I do know it’s a thing.” she remembered once again that Myla was sent by the king.

“… What are the singing ones for?”

“W-well it’s not that I’m looking for crystals so they sing, I-I’m just looking for ones with the right frequency. Th-they’re special or so I’m t-told. I don’t remember why the king wanted th-them. Or really much for that matter…” She rubs her head under that helmet. “B-But that’s okay! I have s-something t-to work towards!”

Gambit was intrigued. Despite the busy ambiance around them, she squatted by Myla. What a strange bug she was. Gambit was all kinds of suspicious but also deeply curious. The sounds the crystals made was nothing new to the regular miners like her, it’s just that no one payed mind to it before. The crystals they dig are charged with energy, highly requested and considered with worth so Gambit wondered what was it about sound that made them stand out.

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As the two reached the lower level, the sounds of bugs working and piking at the crystals became more clear over the machinery and railings. Gambit didn’t seem to rush, she had her hands in makeshift pockets of her cloak while walking next to Myla.

“The king, huh…” she repeated, the matchstick tip lulled up and down from her mouth while Gambit was taking a moment to think. Why would the Pale one himself send someone as young and new to the mines? Surely, the requests for the crystals increased and a lot of bugs from this and other kingdoms are going crazy over their efficiency, especially now that trams are heavily used, thus more and more workers are sent to the peak. Something about it still didn’t sit right with her. She shrugged one of her shoulders and sighed.

“Aye! It’s all about picking the right shards. Not all share the same glow.”

Gambit stepped closer to the high, busy cavern hallways of the level. The bugs all seemed to have their own designated spots for mining, working through rocks and shells surrounding the clusters and separating the two. Each had their own baskets for dividing good shards from the bad. 

As one of the bugs was riding out a glimback with a cart attached to it, Gambit took one of the shards out. “It’s tricky ‘till you get use to the variations of shimmer but if you notice a warm glow or even sometimes feel it on your fingertips, you know this is what you’re lookin’ for.”

Gambit offered the shard to Myla. Just like she described, the shard offered a warm tint of purple and shimmered brighter than any of the small, discarded pieces laying randomly on the ground.

Myla held it for a moment, admiring it’s sheen and the warmth of the crystal. She taps it and there’s a slight resonance to the crystal, causing a few near by to sing on the same frequency, though far more mute. “N-Nope. This isn’t the type I was asked to m-mine.” She hands the crystal back to Gambit. “I-I don’t remember the look of the crystals, only th-the s-sound.” Myla adjusts her helmet once more. “The crystals I’m a-after have a clear, high pitched voice.”

Gambit raised her brows. Her silence that followed Myla’s words was maybe a little too longer. However, she wasn’t shocked, just surprised.

“And here I thought you’d need some heads up in case you find the crystal’s singing weird, since most do but…” she scratched under her hat while looking at the little pill-bug. “I gotta say, I have no idea what you just said means but I do know it’s a thing.” she remembered once again that Myla was sent by the king.

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@hunting-for-purpose (I’m sorry I failed to tag this earlier x.x;)

Looking around the mines, even if everyone was busy moving things in and out of conveyor belts, carts and like, they all seemed friendly and chatty. Myla could even see some benches or wooden pallets some bugs used to rest, gather around take lunch breaks but not a lot, as these were the work hours.

“I’m not judging… Myla. Nice, I’ll remember it easy. The name’s Gambit, I’m your local demolition expert.”

Just as she introduced herself, coming from the level they were at moments ago was a low rumble of explosion that made the ground and walls of the mines tremble for a bit but no one payed it mind. It was normal. Gambit dusted off her shoulder and set her arms on her hips, turning towards Myla once again. They stood on the wall side makeshift stairs or platforms that were open and had nice overlook of upper and lower levels of the area.

“Anyway, I’m guessing you’re assigned for the picking where available clusters are. I don’t blame you for wandering, this place is a maze the more we push through the peak side. I’ll introduce you to the work and rest areas so you don’t have to worry. If you get lost again, you can always ask someone again. Most of the folk here are nice.” she took a moment to smile at the pill-bug before continuing her way downstairs. “So, where’d you come from?”

“W-Well the king sent m-me here. He s-said I’d h-help clear debris and pick a cert-tain type of c-c-crystal.” Myla explains, then looking around. All of the mines were so pretty to her! The crystals gleaming with light, constrasting the cold purple stone. And there were so many faces to see too!

As the two reached the lower level, the sounds of bugs working and piking at the crystals became more clear over the machinery and railings. Gambit didn’t seem to rush, she had her hands in makeshift pockets of her cloak while walking next to Myla.

“The king, huh…” she repeated, the matchstick tip lulled up and down from her mouth while Gambit was taking a moment to think. Why would the Pale one himself send someone as young and new to the mines? Surely, the requests for the crystals increased and a lot of bugs from this and other kingdoms are going crazy over their efficiency, especially now that trams are heavily used, thus more and more workers are sent to the peak. Something about it still didn’t sit right with her. She shrugged one of her shoulders and sighed.

“Aye! It’s all about picking the right shards. Not all share the same glow.”

Gambit stepped closer to the high, busy cavern hallways of the level. The bugs all seemed to have their own designated spots for mining, working through rocks and shells surrounding the clusters and separating the two. Each had their own baskets for dividing good shards from the bad. 

As one of the bugs was riding out a glimback with a cart attached to it, Gambit took one of the shards out. “It’s tricky ‘till you get use to the variations of shimmer but if you notice a warm glow or even sometimes feel it on your fingertips, you know this is what you’re lookin’ for.”