[ James has managed to make it to the research camp with minimal issue so far. Now the question is, how to enter it? He's seen some of the animals make noises and immediately get swallowed up by...something. He doesn't know what, and he doesn't care to find out.
So here he is, taking light and careful steps around the exterior, examining every door and window that he can find. He tries to test them as lightly as he can--will this give? Will this splinter? Will this move smoothly? But it's slow going.
After a good 20 minutes of this with little progress in finding a way in, he takes a break to just. Stand in a corner and kick violently at the air. The longer this takes, the more tempted he is to just punch a hole through the wall and take his chances. ]
IIIa.
[ It's the smaller machine-things that James finds first. Or, well. They look like horrifying monsters, but they're projecting binary on the walls and showing off images like a movie. It takes him a few moments to realize that it's not just random images, it's images of him and his life. A grand collection of every fuck-up he's ever made in his life.
Somewhere between the nervous paranoia settling in his gut and seeing his life play out before him like this, he's stuck in place. He looks paralyzed, like he doesn't know what to do next. ]
IIIb.
[ Later on, James has managed to stumble his way through the hallways, through all the hieroglyphs that feel like they're trying to burn themselves into him, and gets to a large open area that at least seems to be safe from the hieroglyph onslaught.
He's almost relieved, until he notices that the noises are the loudest they've ever been here, and that they are coming from an enormous, massive version of the smaller machines he saw earlier. And all of its eyes are focused directly on him.
He thinks his heart stops beating. ]
Shit. Shit, shit!
[ What is he even doing here? This is way over his head. He's just some dumb kid--and even taking into account whoever he was in a past life, even then he was only ever just some guy who fought people. Superpowered people, sure, but nothing like this.
He doesn't even know if it needs to be fought. Maybe it's meant to be here, for the better. James can't stomach the thought of destroying something good again, like he always does. He turns around to leave, his back to the monster-machine-thing. Like maybe he just didn't even see it. ]
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[ James has managed to make it to the research camp with minimal issue so far. Now the question is, how to enter it? He's seen some of the animals make noises and immediately get swallowed up by...something. He doesn't know what, and he doesn't care to find out.
So here he is, taking light and careful steps around the exterior, examining every door and window that he can find. He tries to test them as lightly as he can--will this give? Will this splinter? Will this move smoothly? But it's slow going.
After a good 20 minutes of this with little progress in finding a way in, he takes a break to just. Stand in a corner and kick violently at the air. The longer this takes, the more tempted he is to just punch a hole through the wall and take his chances. ]
IIIa.
[ It's the smaller machine-things that James finds first. Or, well. They look like horrifying monsters, but they're projecting binary on the walls and showing off images like a movie. It takes him a few moments to realize that it's not just random images, it's images of him and his life. A grand collection of every fuck-up he's ever made in his life.
Somewhere between the nervous paranoia settling in his gut and seeing his life play out before him like this, he's stuck in place. He looks paralyzed, like he doesn't know what to do next. ]
IIIb.
[ Later on, James has managed to stumble his way through the hallways, through all the hieroglyphs that feel like they're trying to burn themselves into him, and gets to a large open area that at least seems to be safe from the hieroglyph onslaught.
He's almost relieved, until he notices that the noises are the loudest they've ever been here, and that they are coming from an enormous, massive version of the smaller machines he saw earlier. And all of its eyes are focused directly on him.
He thinks his heart stops beating. ]
Shit. Shit, shit!
[ What is he even doing here? This is way over his head. He's just some dumb kid--and even taking into account whoever he was in a past life, even then he was only ever just some guy who fought people. Superpowered people, sure, but nothing like this.
He doesn't even know if it needs to be fought. Maybe it's meant to be here, for the better. James can't stomach the thought of destroying something good again, like he always does. He turns around to leave, his back to the monster-machine-thing. Like maybe he just didn't even see it. ]