#eidyllic

As Hansol walks down the hall, she speaks to no one in particular, "Looks like something frightening may pop out any second." She's been watching way too many horror movies that involve dark corners or spaceships.

Anyway, perhaps the near frightening thing in this ship would be her. The way her eyes glow an unnatural gold in the dark makes her look as ominous and malevolent as the tales say about her kind. Spooky.

It was still too chilly these days, but the chill in this ward was nothing compared to the green & grey of England during the main months. The idea was always that climbing higher than necessary always opened you up to more of the cold, but he couldn't stop his feet from carrying him to the point in the Holy Ward he had stumbled on not too long ago.

A Place riddled with flowers that persevered no matter what the current climate was. Which, in a place like this, seemed fitting but also something reminiscing to what he had been used to before. He would probably think about that more when he got there. The main benefit of the place was that it seemed to be difficult to find on accident- or so it was implied with whispers from others in the city. (Something he only learned later after he'd found it the first time. The implications didn't sit well with him)

So he finds himself stopping again at the top of the overgrown stones that once, maybe, were used more commonly to separate the sections of the flora that bloomed. At the edge of the narrow cliff stood someone who looked smaller than him. An idle thought of this place being a calling card to people who enjoyed heights crosses his mind before it's pushed away and he steps forward. There is just the gentle stillness of the air at this time of Twilight that feels almost sacrilege to break, but the taller feels like he has to so not to startle.

His attempt of finding a place more peaceful than the Fibonacci ward turns out to be less complicated than expected. The foggy forest offers what no other place has been able to until now; a place to simply be alone with his thoughts, and try and wrap his head around everything that has happened in the past few days.

The peace is short-lived, his leisurely steps coming to a sudden stop the moment he registers he isn't alone.

While choosing another path would be easy, Knives knows better than to turn his back on a stranger in an isolated location - especially now that seemingly every one of his abilities had been stripped away. The culprit was likely the same unknown force that had dragged him back from death.

behind her rests what remains of a few robots that tried to stop her. parts scattered without a care, char marks littering the floor and walls, a few broken overhead lights and wires that hang with electricity crackling in a now half-lit corridor. there was no consideration of mercy. it didn't even pass through her mind as a possibility. they were in her way and they needed to be removed. piece by piece. why else would wires and components be skewed about, as if removed one by one?

(because they were, just like what she did to those humans who did the same to her over and over again like some endless supply machine– )

she blinks once, twice, chasing away that haze that tries to cover her in a veil. she cannot think like that. she can't survive like that. olga refuses to let them catch her, stick her back in that white room where it'll keep going like some endless nightmare. even if it means her own death, she would rather die on her terms than once more be someone's damn guinea pig.

"......there's no more left in this hallway."

her own voice sounds clipped. distant. her entire being felt like a string pulled too tight, ready to snap with the weight of a mere feather. she's ignoring the cut beneath her bangs, the blood not even registering to the woman as her gaze remains unmoving from the one before her. diamond, lifeless pupils narrow. even if they are familiar, she can't trust them. she can't trust anything here.

While she had become more settled into this world as a whole, the world also seemed to settle into her, in more ways than one.

Such a way was how this small group of sparrows decided to use her as a perch. No matter how she moved, they only clinged on, or fluttered off for a moment then landed right back onto her.

As much as she tried to get them to leave her for an actual tree, they remained. "Oh. Why won't you go?"

She didn't want to harshly shoo them, even if the gentle approach wasn't working.

          rocky was... not on fire. this was, to anyone familiar with eridian biology, very confusing. because as far as he could tell, those were humans—or, at least, a species similar—walking all around him. gentle bouncing back and forth from claw to claw told him that this was the same weaker gravity that humans preferred, and the lack of pressure against his carapace informed him that the atmosphere was, as well. this was, as previously stated, very confusing. because surrounded by oxygen and temperatures so far below his own, rocky should be on fire. and yet.

     the faint clicking of his fingers tapping against each other could be heard as rocky thought, trying to understand just what in the world ( his or otherwise ) could have been happening to prevent the untimely combustion of his body. but he wasn't, as all those years of orbiting tau ceti alone had proven, a scientist. and he certainly didn't have enough information to even try to guess, even if he was.

     well. he could at least try to fix that.

"...What power do you hold in your third eye?"

No 'hello, my name is. Nice to meet yous'?

This will be amended for you!