004. Voice | April 4, very early morning

[pmsgargoyle]

I'm sorry to take you away from the fun of this amazing Carnival, but I would like a word with you, Qilby. [ and it won't be filled with sarcasm like this post]

By the way, it's a shame that you didn't participate on the Beauty Pageant. I'm quite sure you would have won.

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[pmsgargoyle]

No, it's not. Barricade and I found the lower floor. It proved to be much more interesting and it also provided some information about what exactly this place was.

[ The gargoyle heads towards some stairs at the end of the corridor; they are pretty old but even barricade managed through them, so they are safe enough. She moves her tail to call Qilby] Here.

We only managed to find two floors, and the one below is still very much covered with sand. Unless we plan on cleaning up said sand later on, this is all we have for now. It's not bad, though.

[dissenter]

[tearing his attention away from the instruments, qilby follows her to the end of the hall. he eyes the stairs dubiously.]

I'm surprised that lump made it down there without sending the whole structure down on both your heads. [a snort.] I don't suppose there's any chance of this place sinking even further in the sand...

[pmsgargoyle]

Perhaps that's true, but it's a good thing he can. [Demona shrugs] We do need to remove all of this sand. [GUESS WHO WILL BE DOING THAT WHILE THE SCIENTISTS WORK]

[She goes to the lower floor, waiting for Qilby before she turns her attention to the rooms with the shackles] That doesn't belong to a Hospital at all.

[dissenter]

[they can get him a little hard hat and construction vest while they're at it. just like dressing a pet up for halloween!

he trails behind her, casting an inspecting eye up and down the stairwell as he goes. no cracks in the walls, no significant damage to any load-bearing structures... they can be rest-assured that if it was to come down, they'd see the warning signs ahead of time.

catching up with Demona, he looks down and sees just what she was talking about. his carefully-neutral expression wavers.] ... A prison. For live research subjects, I'm willing to wager.

[pmsgargoyle]

[ it would be so cute, right?

When Qilby finally recognizes the shackles, Demona nods in order to agree] Most likely by the Witches. I doubt Shibusen would keep a place like this, considering how righteous they are. [ she still doesn't believe they are as good as they try to show others to be, but a place like this sounds more like a Witch thing. ]

[dissenter]

No-- no, you're completely right. [he murmurs, as if distracted.

unlike demona, qilby believes their hosts are exactly as good as they seem. and perhaps their purported foes are even crueler than he'd initially thought-- these mutated, half-human half-monster remains are not the results of delicate research. even he had generally refrained from these sorts of experiments. butchery, he called it. no finesse whatsoever.

even so, the eliatrope makes a beeline for a table with some scattered notes on it-- but makes a disgusted sound when he sees they're charred and unreadable. a pity.] Well. I doubt my work will require me to make much use of live subjects... [and then, surprisingly, he smiles. it's about as genuine as he's ever been.] But the space is just what we need. I have to admit, Demona, I'm impressed.

[pmsgargoyle]

[The female allows Qilby to explore for a while, and is more than pleased to hear the compliment, though not surprised by it. She did find an amazing place and Qilby ought to admit it. And all this started because she wanted a pelt and decided to kill a cougar.]

Of course.

Now we need power. I may be able to find a generator. After, we should clean this up a bit, perhaps we will find something else.

ach, late :(

[dissenter]

Hopefully no nasty surprises... [though he can't decide if it'd be troublesome or just relieving if they found the building's former occupants mummified in the sand. at least it'd mean they wouldn't have to worry about them trying to take their home back.

his gaze trails over the table, with its notes and broken instruments and rusted tools. his brow furrows.] There's no avoiding the problem now, I suppose. We're going to have to find a way to supply this place-- which may require some pandering to our hosts.

[shibusen controlled what was left of that man cross's scientific initiative, after all. he could just appeal to them and take control of the thing, but that would just bring more scrutiny down on him. not what he needs right now.]

[pmsgargoyle]

[ she nods ] We will need to sit down and think of a way. perhaps another opportunity will present itself to us.

I'm also planning on offering Shibusen my scientific services, just so I will be able to learn how far does this world's technology actually go.

[dissenter]

[he rolls his eyes.} Please do. Maybe see what it'll take to steal some decent equipment while you're at it.

[then there was the matter of actually getting all that out here and functional without anyone seeing... what a mess. he's getting tired of saying it to himself, but this and much much more would be so trivial to pull off if he only had his powers. all in due time, hopefully, but...

abruptly.] Well then. If that's the grand tour... We shouldn't waste much more time getting back. Wouldn't want to miss another day of carnival distractions, after all.

[pmsgargoyle]

Of course. [Demona smirked a little and headed towards the upper floor once again. She'd carry qilby out of sympathy for her ally, but for as long he kept quiet.

Besides, they were both in a good mood, right?]