Dumb
Gillian turned a couple of times trying to locate the origin of the whisper until eventually leaving the plaza towards the northeast, the eerie atmosphere remained all teh same no matter how long they walked, and it felt like the surrounding grew darker with every step...
Once more they passed the group of replicants without knowing the actual significance behind it...
They reached another plaza, there was a large GL&M holodisplay in the middle with people standing around the plaza, merchants, diplomats and alike, their faces looking worn out and exhausted...
Gillian paused, the direction of the sound had changed.
They were being led, if it hadn´t been obvious already it was now...
He turned towards the east and began walking, whilst Chesed and Gevurah kept an eye on his vital signs.
Darker...
They found themselves on anotehr plaza, a monument of a indisciminate dna strain standing in the middle, people around. They looked... pained, despaired.
Gil looked around, southeast. Continued walking...
Darker...
As expected, they reached another plaza. A large marble cube in it´s middle, names inscribed, many of them washed out written in shadowy colours, as if crossed off a list...
The people around, their faces were, grey, indscriminate, pale and hopeless.
Gil shuddered unwillingly, they defenitely weren´t on the embassy anymore, or at least, not on the embassy as they knew it...
South. Gil took his first steps reluctantly, but walked nonetheless.
...darker.
Gillian, Gevurah and Chesed observed their surroundings in simultaneous horror and otherworldy fascination.
The sky was all wrong, grey and dull, the air thick and heavy.
There was not much left of the people around, all they saw was shadowy worn down figures, dragging themselves across the plaza from unknown places to unknown destinations.
No clouds, no sky, no 'people'.
They looked at the middle of the plaza and found themselves back where they had started, the odd sculpture of the lizard-like thing, looked down at them almost mockingly.
Whilst staring at the statue a faint but horrible realization crept up in Gillians mind, the whisper was gone... what would they do now?
Fort_Master_Gustav
After turning a couple of times the replicant who had been whispered to was able to ascertain the origins direction.
Southwest.
As they left the woman behind and walked of the plaza, she didn´t move, didn´t respond, didn´t say anything.
Neither confirming... nor denying their claims.
As they walked the surroundings, or possibly the atmosphere itself seemed to grow darked with every step they walked, after a while they reached their target... or, at least the first of them, passing the other group unknowingly once more.
What they found was a plaza with a black bipyramid in it´s middle, the edges were glowing in a faint purple, though more notably were the people which were walking around the plaza...
They seemed to be all equally worn out and exhausted, unnaturally so.
The direction of the whisper had changed and so did the destination of the replicants.
South they walked off the plaza, leaving the odd monument and the people behind.
Darker...
The next plaza they found themselves on, seemed to be even more degraded than the last one, there was a large greek looking pillar in the center, the statue of a muscular man atop of it seemingly thinking, though his facial expression seemed strained, forced, depressed as if worn out by centuries of thinking in downward spirals...
The people around... were no better, they expressions speaking of pain and despair.
Unsurpisingly, the direction changed once more. Southeast.
Darker...
They stopped once more, this time, it was a large black obelisk, smooth and without markers, yet it felt as if the thing was observing them, whenever one of them didn´t look.
The people around were... grey, indisciminate, looking pale and hopeless.
At this point it was not unlikely they were not actually on the 'embassy' anymore, at least, not the one they were used to.
...east.
...darker.
With a dull feeling they came to the realization, they had been led in a circle, the fountain in front of them, looking all too familiar, although the atmosphere could not be much different.
The sky was grey and dull, the air thick and heavy, no clouds, so sun, no stars.
The people were...
They were...
There was not much left of the people around, all they saw was shadowy worn down figures, dragging themselves across the plaza from unknown places to unknown destinations.
Even the sounds of the water in teh fountain seemed full and grey.
Even the replicants, which were mostly immune to such influences, couldn´t get around feeling a faint discomfort, standing in this atmosphere...
The child replicant stopped, pondered, before the otehrs could inquire about the directions, a faint realization came over their quantum comms...
The whisper was gone.
What now? Was this a dead end after all?
