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[fireeyedjudgement]

[Rosh is dominating this musebox.

I mean.

Pyrope raised her head to 'look' up at the tower she'd reached with the three boys. The tang of the Glyph Energy was very sharp here, and she knew she'd be able to recognize the scent later on.

She wondered what it looked like. Probably big and intimidating. In her mind's eye, she saw something like a ziggurat rising out of the earth. How accurate was she? Probably not very, but the sharp tang in the air reminded her of some of the more magical areas back home.

Tapping her cane against the ground, she leaned back and beamed at her companions.]

Well, here we are! The Glyph Tower of the Residental District. It really smells quite sharp here, eh?

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[arachknight]

[ he'll carefully reach out from beside her to open the door, careful to lead her back so that it does not hit her. ]

[fireeyedjudgement]

You're such a gentleman, William. If only I'd had you when I first put on this blindfold!

[arachknight]

...?

You wear it to hinder your vision willingly?

[fireeyedjudgement]

The Priests of Samenda lose their eyes when they ascend, in reverence of the Lord of Judgement. I'm not any different in that regard... but when I first put the blindfold on, I still had my eyes. They wanted us to get used to it before we fully ascended.

I broke my arm falling down some stairs.

[She shakes her head at the memory and walks into the tower.]

[arachknight]

I see... you continue to impress me, Lady Pyrope. You are a devout woman.

[ when he hears she fell down the stairs however, he holds onto her a bit more tightly. ]

[fireeyedjudgement]

[She gives his arm a light squeeze.] I'm more sure-footed in my thirties, don't worry.

[arachknight]

I will still be careful.

[ into the room they go... ]

[fireeyedjudgement]

[She stops, straining her ears and trying to hear for any movement. There's nothing but herself and Will's breathing, however... it's eerie how quiet everything is. The chemical stink of the Glyph Energy is too strong here to try to follow it; she could go in any direction and it wouldn't matter.]

I hope it's not too far in...

[arachknight]

This place stinks of some sort of... fuel?

[fireeyedjudgement]

I assume it's the Glyph energy. [She starts to tap her way across the floor.]

[arachknight]

[ Will walks alongside her, keeping his eyes out for any threats so that he may pull her away. ]

[fireeyedjudgement]

Can you see anything like the figure Seth described in the pamphlet?

[arachknight]

The man with the hat?

[fireeyedjudgement]

No... the machine.

[arachknight]

I see it. We are to turn the switch to the left, correct?

[fireeyedjudgement]

I think so! [She taps closer, then rests her hands on the wheel.]

[arachknight]

Toward the R...

[fireeyedjudgement]

[Her fingers spider over the glass, searching for braille.]

[arachknight]

[ he waits, letting her feel. ]

[fireeyedjudgement]

[There's the 'R'. Not braille, but raised on the metal. She turns the guage towards it.]

[arachknight]

[ bwooo. the hum of energy. William glances up towards the switches generator. ]

[fireeyedjudgement]

[Her hands flex on the wheel and she turns her head this way and that. The engines thrum to life all around her, and she backs slowly into Will.]

Can you describe it?

[arachknight]

I do not think I have the words.

It looks like magic, almost.

[fireeyedjudgement]

Colours? Patterns? [It doesn't feel like any magic she knows. She looks around as the thrumming gets louder and louder, and the churning of the machines kick in. Outside the Tower, the trade district is beginning to light up.]

[arachknight]

...green.

[ it's all he can offer her. ]