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[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. ;/]

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[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?

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[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.

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[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?]

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Glass.

[He informs his brother as they move down the corridor carefully towards that map at the end.]

Ruana told me there were four administrators.

[Just as a warning, in case they ran into them.]

[animusnpcs]

[The elevator doors close behind them, and the lights, responding to their movement, hum to life.

On either side of the hallway are large glass containers. All of them house a red-collared retrieval unit. Their eyes are open, but they are not moving.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[--ah. it's a good thing he was half-expecting the lights, or he might've jumped out of his frigging skin flskjdflkjsdf.

he eyes his brother side-long, pace slowing slightly as his gaze wanders beyond him to the red-collared... drones. were they like the general occupants upstairs? lifeless... he guessed so.

someone had to know they were coming. ...or, someone was about to get quite the surprise. maybe this 'Ruana' was legit, after all...

he presses a finger to his lips in gesture for radio silence from here on out as they approach the map. better safe than sorry.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[They manage to do that in synchronisation, each turning to the other with a finger pressed to their lips. Apparently great minds do think alike when faced by red-collared things...

He pauses briefly to examine one of them a little closer, eyes focused sharply on each detail of the drone before carrying on with Abel to the map.]

[animusnpcs]

[They appear perfectly human, if all perfectly identical. Their stillness probably makes them look more like dolls, however.

The map is lined in red, with the rest of the rainbow appearing in various routes around the floor they're in--labelled as ADMIN-100 at the top of the map. There's a red-lined ring that appears to go around the entire outside of the tower, but the rest of it is a maze of various colored rooms. The map isn't labeled, but it's a computer screen, and not a static image.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[synchronized shushing... ah... haha. it might've been funny under different circumstances. (...okay, so it's still funny.) Abel, unlike his brother, pays the drones little mind.

he halts in front of the map, eyes traveling its course carefully... before he gently rests a finger above ADMIN-100. this is supposed to be the administrative level... Ruana was telling the truth. his lack of faith... maybe it'd been ill-founded.

the elevator is closed, now... their way back may be cut off too. there's only forward. maybe they could find another terminal and try to reach Ruana again.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Cain reaches out and catches his brother's hand before it could touch the map, just in case... He shakes his head, it could have security systems inputted to recognise certain fingerprints or sequences.

They had best not touch it, even as intensely curious as he is to examine it, in case they alerted people they were there.

Leaning in closer, he tried to see a pattern in the colours of the rooms and what they were labelled as.]

[animusnpcs]

[There aren't any labels, but the colors do have a general pattern--red is the outermost area, and violet is the innermost area, with the other colors falling in line accordingly. The pattern isn't absolute, but it's there.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[it looks like all there is left is to move. as long as they're here, they'll find something, won't they? one way or another.

but perhaps it's natural that Abel differs to Cain to make the call as to where to go.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Cain examines the map a moment longer, placing their position on it before choosing a pointing a long finger at an orange room so Abel knew where they were heading.

He'd like to start at the same colour to their own collar, see what they could learn. Besides, it was close.]

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[The hallway that circles the tower corridor is unblocked. There are doors lining the inside of the hallway, and windows on the outside. They look out into the fog--it seems they're still very high up, even if they've gone down quite a ways.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[this place feels like... home. restricted areas and perfect quiet; sterility and a dangerous environment lurking beyond the glass. the fog here is colorless rather than the dusty storms kicked up of red Mars' sand...

he follows his brother's lead. orange was a good choice-- he had the same curiosity as his brother in regard to those fucking collars.

his senses are pricked for any sign of movement or sound at all. he might start at nothing, but... he's on edge, okay.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[He cannot help but make the same comparisons as Abel and, as horrible as that is, it puts him at ease slightly. This was familiar territory, and with each step he gains more confidence in their abilities to get out of here unscathed and with the information they needed.

The view from the window must be a hologram of some sort, perhaps to keep the workers from feeling the claustrophobia of working underground?

He's equally as careful as they head for the first room that had been highlighted in orange on the map.]

[animusnpcs]

[The orange door is closed, but there appears to be no keycard, scanner, or lock on it.]

[terranicidal.livejournal.com]

[a door with no lock. either someone was confident that no one would reach this level without permission -- or they didn't have anything worth hiding behind it.

his eyes tilt to his brother. risk it? Abel will be beside him, either way.]

[terranities.livejournal.com]

[Taking half a step in front of his brother to rest his hand on the cool surface of the door, he took a moment to steady he nerve before opening it cautiously.]