[ yeah... DEFINITELY HAD NOT PLANNED A VAYCAY LIKE THIS! but he offers a ready smile. ]
Then we are much alike in that regard.
[ the other obvious similarities aside. ]
Let's.
[ they disembark and enter the kindergarten. immediately, it is easy to tell there is something not quite right, here. jing yuan walks up to one of the cavities in the cliff face, hands held behind his back. ]
...This place is a far cry from all else we've seen thus far.
[ it's not dry, necessarily, but it's the closest he gets to it. as they disembark, he'll reach for where he's propped his polearm against a nearby seat and
well, be glad for it. ]
Not quite so Heavenly. I wonder if they're aware that this stop exists, or if it was out of their collaborative hands for creation. It seems quite... [ he pauses at the sound of the wind in the distance. ] ... ruinous.
If there is no changing the scenery, then the least we can do is enjoy it.
[ however, given where they are...... ]
...Though I must agree. [ it is a ruinous landscape. ] Levity does not feel so appropriate, here.
[ he is not armed, but remains relaxed for the most part. in as much as anyone can be, somewhere so ominous. he glances around at the broken machinery, and looks like he's trying to pinpoint something. ]
Are you hearing what I am? It sounds like a distant lament.
[ he remains calm, if pensive, now, as he watches rickety movement a ways off. since it doesn't come closer, just seems to keep digging as best its broken body can, he lets the point of the spear point downwards, turning to follow jing yuan's searching gaze with his eyes. ]
Hard to say if it's merely the wind, but yes. This place feels like its own ghost. [ with careful steps, he heads towards one of the human-shaped holes. ] Hm...
Are they digging these, or digging to unearth them..?
[ he nods, and wonders to himself if heliobi would even deign to haunt this place. it all feels terribly hollow. ]
It does eerily remind one of a tilled field, does it not? The spacing of these cavities is not as orderly, but there is still a sense of regularity to them.
It's as if these machines were harvesting resources, or planting them. It could very well be both your suggestions.
Given the shape of these cavities, however... [ sure looks like people! ] It is difficult for the imagination not to take a grim turn.
[ comparing it to a tilled field makes him think back 500 years ago, for a fleeting moment. but he stops at the hole and looks into it as he listens to jing yuan. ]
Not quite deep enough to become a grave, but that offers very little comfort in the face of having no answers. I doubt these machines can communicate - perhaps they could, once, but the state of this place is so decayed that I doubt it now.
Such odds against the idyllic scenery on the rest of the train ride. Are these the bones that this "slice" of Heaven was built upon?
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Then we are much alike in that regard.
[ the other obvious similarities aside. ]
Let's.
[ they disembark and enter the kindergarten. immediately, it is easy to tell there is something not quite right, here. jing yuan walks up to one of the cavities in the cliff face, hands held behind his back. ]
...This place is a far cry from all else we've seen thus far.
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[ it's not dry, necessarily, but it's the closest he gets to it. as they disembark, he'll reach for where he's propped his polearm against a nearby seat and
well, be glad for it. ]
Not quite so Heavenly. I wonder if they're aware that this stop exists, or if it was out of their collaborative hands for creation. It seems quite... [ he pauses at the sound of the wind in the distance. ] ... ruinous.
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[ however, given where they are...... ]
...Though I must agree. [ it is a ruinous landscape. ] Levity does not feel so appropriate, here.
[ he is not armed, but remains relaxed for the most part. in as much as anyone can be, somewhere so ominous. he glances around at the broken machinery, and looks like he's trying to pinpoint something. ]
Are you hearing what I am? It sounds like a distant lament.
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Hard to say if it's merely the wind, but yes. This place feels like its own ghost. [ with careful steps, he heads towards one of the human-shaped holes. ] Hm...
Are they digging these, or digging to unearth them..?
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It does eerily remind one of a tilled field, does it not? The spacing of these cavities is not as orderly, but there is still a sense of regularity to them.
It's as if these machines were harvesting resources, or planting them. It could very well be both your suggestions.
Given the shape of these cavities, however... [ sure looks like people! ] It is difficult for the imagination not to take a grim turn.
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Not quite deep enough to become a grave, but that offers very little comfort in the face of having no answers. I doubt these machines can communicate - perhaps they could, once, but the state of this place is so decayed that I doubt it now.
Such odds against the idyllic scenery on the rest of the train ride. Are these the bones that this "slice" of Heaven was built upon?