Section A-4: The Lower Levels Jun 24, 2020 23:31:54 GMT
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jun 24, 2020 23:31:54 GMT
”...That means it goes down further. Or… hmm.”
"... Actually, I hadn't considered that possibility." The Wizardmon blinked. "Its true. Any soil or rock displacement is probably greatest near the base - perhaps it plateaued somewhat when it reached this elevation. My initial thought was that somebody else had cleared out a path to find this place, but I guess, would they really even have had to?"
Mae, right now, was proving that they could enter into the lower tower relatively easily via portal! Before they would just step on in, though, the Wizardmon would address Skadi's remarks first: "That level of intel should definitely prove useful. Let's get an idea of what the structure of the first room is like, and I'll give a recommendation from there. And don't worry." The Wizardmon nodded to Colin. "There's a reason why we were asking for the levels we were. Strict firepower is a good thing to have on hand."
It wouldn't take long for the group to meet up on that initial floor. It was, more-or-less, exactly how Mae had envisioned it: dark, uninviting, and the walls were crammed with electrical equipment, some running and some still stuck away in boxes, used largely for storage space. The outer walls were drawn on with Digital Script, but the walls themselves didn't have the same color from the outside. Rather, they were able to see straight through the tower from the outside, to the rocky walls past it, the only opaque structures being the ceiling above them and the floor underneath.
Wizardmon would step forward, curling his hands around his staff: "I'm going to sweep this room quick. Fair warning, cover your nose and ears if you don't want this to be too annoying. Three, two, one... Scrying Sands!"
Briefly, the room would feel like a small, thin sandstorm, with wind rushing in one direction and thin, loose, hot particles brushing through the air. In a combat context, this room seemed incredibly weak - but as the winds blew on by, the digital script on the walls began to pop and fade away - and even an invisible 'something' would appear for a second, a white orb in the center of the room, before popping and vanishing.
"Hm... looks like that was some sort of detection spell. Looks pretty 'simple' compared to the tower glyphs, though." The Wizardmon considered his options, then nodded to Skadi. "Go ahead and fall through the floor for one level, and scout out the area. Mae, keep an eye on the floor directly above us, let us know if there's anything we need to worry about. Colin, your group and Silence will watch the downward ramp. Be ready to run on down if it looks like things are going poorly."
Mae's Vision - SimplifiedThe immediate floor above them wasn't much to write home about.
Several unopened cardboard boxes were available to look through, but much of it was simply electrical equipment. Communication devices, alarms that weren't put together, lighting that looked like it was to be set up for the tower... it looked to be the 'wrong direction' to go for anything interesting. There were more boxes on the floor above than the one they entered on, suggesting that this was about the deepest that any machine reached to store their equipment.
Down, then, was the direction of interest.
One floor down, they would have probably heard any sort of active fight that was going on - metal wasn't the best at nullifying sound - but it was definitely the location of a recent fight. The floors were cracked, boxes and wires were strewn about, and a few dents in the walls made the view outside look just a bit warped. At the end, about in the middle of the room, was a Black BishopChessmon (X), on one knee...
... And, honestly, quite the particular figure behind him. (X) Adjusting his glasses, and dusting off his cloak, this man would walk up behind the disabled BishopChessmon, and press his index finger against the back of his armor. A faint white light would radiate from the finger, and he'd scrawl something in Digital Script, on the machine's back.
"... Rebooting..." The BishopChessmon's mechanical voice radiated out. It would stand, and turn to face the man. "Hello, Administrator. Please provide request."
"On me. Scan each floor as we approach below, and advise how many defenders there are per floor."
"Please define undefined term: 'Defender'."
"... I'm really going to have to be that specific, huh..." He shook his head, burying his head into his palm. "Why'd the first one have to be here..."