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[animusnpcs]

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[animusnpcs]

company
it's lonely

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

I'm not interested in company.

I want to get the fuck out of here. [he points back to the elevator, behind him.]

I want to see the administrators.

[animusnpcs]

okay

[The elevators are still hanging open.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[trolled... by a Ruana... life is suffering...

hnngh. he takes a step away from the terminal, looking toward the doors.]

This will take me there?

[animusnpcs]

it will take you down
they're down

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[And coming down from his thread, Cain is jogging onto this floor looking for his brother and eyeing the open elevator doors warily.]

Abel..! I've talked to her, she says the people who run the tower are 'down'.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[pointing to the doors... and glancing over his shoulder at the terminal.]

'Ruana?'

I heard the same story.

[what do, bro?]

...It could be a trap.

[but it's the only time these doors have opened... and they both know how long he's been waiting for that :E]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[So Abel has been talking to her too? Every strategic instinct he has is telling him to NOT GO INTO THAT ELEVATOR!

But he also knows how they've been waiting for this.]

We got... messages about glitches. I believe the ones who run this tower were trying to silence Ruana, that puts her on our side and lessens the probability of a trap.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

Or it could just be someone toying with us.

[he eyes the console, before taking a few steps toward the elevator... just kinda peeking inside...]

...Worth the risk?

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[He has utter faith in his brother's combat abilities, should the need arise. And if he is there too, then the chances of reasoning with or outwitting 'Ruana' increased exponentially.

But it was a risk. Can he really justify making this call if anything happens to his little brother?

For once he looks unsure.]

I believe it is an opportunity that shouldn't be squandered, but at the same time, not even freedom is worth risking you.

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[mmmph... he hesitates, briefly...

before looking back at his twin.]

This Tower will try to rip us apart, one day. [he is utterly confident that there is nothing sacred to the people who run this hellhole. not even family.]

I won't let them separate us. Now, or then.

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[He has the same belief. Here, they are not valuable commodities, there is nothing to stop them destroying either of them on a whim.

At least this way, they might learn something for the risk...]

Stay beside me. Let's go.

obligatory NO DON'T GO IN THE ELEVATOR!!! horror film shouting at the screen goes here

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[he looks... satisfied. that freedom is worth the price they might have to pay once they step inside.

so, he rests a hand on his twin's shoulder, giving the terminal one last look... before-- in they go.]

adjvcsdnjkv and thus the twins died from idiocy

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Here they come, Ruana...]

[animusnpcs]

[Once they're both inside, the doors close. A computerized voice chirps to life.]

Now descending to administrative levels.

[The elevator begins its slow descent. It's a long descent.]

lmao. YOU GOT THAT i think <3

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[is his heart beating a little faster as he lifts his eyes toward the ceiling, or is it his imagination? ...surely he's not anxious about the first opportunity they've had at this since being sucked into this hellhole.]

...How deep do you think this goes?

[he's always wondered...]

<33

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[He's trying to gauge that himself, based on their estimated speed in the elevator.]

I'm not sure, just be ready for when the doors open.

[animusnpcs]

[After perhaps fifteen minutes, the elevator doors slide open. There's nothing but darkness before them, although the elevator's light casts an eerie patch of light onto a smooth white floor.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[ahh.

...he exhales a curse at the lack of light. this is... not what he had been expecting.]

...Did it send us to the basement?

[does this place HAVE a basement?

well, shit. he doesn't have a flashlight or lighter on him... nothing electronic to cast a light, either. the fact they weren't greeted -- by friend or foe -- isn't a good sign. this can't really be the 'administrative' level, can it? they shouldn't be permitted access.]

Cain. [his eyes shift toward his brother. ;/]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[He immediately shuts one eye to try and adjust to the pitch darkness in front of them, remaining inside the elevator for now.

The chances that this was a trap were rising moment by moment, but perhaps... perhaps it was dark as the administrators were not expecting guests. Unlikely, but possible.]

Hold onto me.

[It would be best if they stayed in physical contact, especially in the dark, and so he reached a hand out to his brother.]

...Ruana? Are you there?

[animusnpcs]

[As their eyes adjust to the darkness, they'll be able to make out a hallway--there's something lining it, but it's too dark to make out at the moment. There's a map at the end of the hallway, only visible because it's particularly large and colorful, although the details aren't visible from this distance.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[hnn... no answer to their call. either she isn't here, or she's further ahead. traveling into dark and unknown territory isn't exactly his favorite thing in the world...

but he looks to his brother, grasping his wrist in a firm hold. it was more reliable than a hand.]

Stay a step behind me and pull me back if you see anything... strange.

[because really. this is just creeptacular. NOT THAT HE'S CREEPED OUT OR ANYTHING... NO WAY MAN.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Cain cannot help the thrill of fear in the pit of his stomach, increased as Abel takes his wrist and he wonders if his brother can feel how thready his pulse is.

But he is trying to separate his emotions from the reality of what is happening here. Only with a cool head are they going to get everything out of this that they came for, and fear had no place in that.

Reaching out his free hand, he very carefully touched the barest tip of his finger into whatever was lining the hallway. Not enough to harm him if it was toxic, he's just trying to see what it is.]

No. Stay side by side, and head for the map.

[animusnpcs]

[Cain's hand touches glass--somewhat warm, but unmoving.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

Do you have to argue with me at a time like this?

[growling under his breath... but he doesn't want to get into a fight with him here of all places.]

...Just... be careful. [he's slowly moving forward with his brother at his side into the hallway. maybe the lights were activated by movement, like the ones upstairs?]