[ Those marks seem oddly familiar, and she can't help but glance down at her tattoos.
No fucking way it could be that easy, but she presses her hand to the stone surface. Her tattoos flare to life, and blue light pours into the engravings. The door rumbles, and begins to slide open ]
[ The last time he'd been in some ancient ruins, he'd quickly been attacked by a machine-headed freak and gotten launched into some weird quest to save the galaxy, so-- he quickly unholsters his blaster with his free hand. He turns to check their backs, just in case, as they wait for the doors to open.
Somehow I don't think the door appreciates that as much as you do.
[ the door slides away, releasing a blast of air- a little musty and cold. It's hard to see in the meager light in Peter's hand, but the cavern on the other side of the door is vast. ]
What do you think? Press on, or pick up our backup first?
[ A part of him still wants to get this over with as soon as possible, which means he's favoring the idea of just moving forward, without wasting time on waiting for the others.
But that's stupid, and he knows it, but it's so tempting.
Which is why he exhales sharply and shakes his head. ]
Letting you take the lead on this one. I'm emotionally compromised, remember?
[ She steps inside the cavern as far as she dares- to the edge of Peter's light and no further- the sound of her footsteps swallowed by the sheer size of the cave.
She's not sure what she's looking for, considering she can't fucking see anything. She has a hand out in front of her, just in case she trips or something. At the edge of the encroaching darkness, her fingers make contact with smooth, cool stone. A stalagmite, she assumes.
What happens next is instant. Like the door, blue light flows from Maya's fingertips and into the stone in swirling patterns reminiscent of her tattoos. The light spreads like a ripple through water, over the floor of the cavern, up the walls, and across the ceiling until every surface is glowing. The place is huge, with rock formations both natural and unnatural jutting from the floor of the cave. Carved archways in various states of repair alongside stalagmites. The back of the cavern gives way to a large, underground lake. The water casts reflections onto the cave ceiling to join the swirling blue lights.
Thankfully, there are no monsters present. At least none that are readily apparent.
[ He steps further into the cavern, still holding the plasma ball aloft, even if it's a little redundant with the glowing walls. It's-- really fucking pretty, he thinks. Like, Holy shit.
He steps up beside her, and with his free hand he traces the swirling glow on the stalagmite, fingers ghosting along the stone. ]
[ He looks around and above, turning in a slow circle as he examines their surroundings. (He's kind of making sure there aren't any, like, crazy, ancient bats that will drop on them from the high ceiling.) ]
Those Eridians of yours had a flare for the dramatic, huh?
Just sayin', maybe these guys had a hard-on for the elements, is all.
Or for mood whiplash. Who's to say?
[ He watches his steps carefully as he moves through the cavern. because wouldn't it just be their luck if they inadvertently tripped some ancient device that would make the ceiling fall in on top of them, or caused the ground beneath their feet to disappear? ]
So. These markings. Awful lot like those tattoos of yours, huh?
Maybe has to do with the element down here, right? The Eridium?
[ He's also keeping an eye on their backs, as well, turning every so often to take a few backwards steps before facing forward to walk properly again.
It would also be their luck if their new Dahl friend sent in men after them, used Maya and Peter as bait to draw out whatever bitey-monster-thingies happened to be waiting in the wings.
I know we're already connected to Eridium in some way- both Lilith and Angel used it to augment their powers. [ that ended better for one than the other. Part of the reason Maya hasn't messed with the stuff.
At his other question, she pauses. ] I'm not sure. I'd like to hope so, but right now it's looking like there's not much in here aside from rocks and glowy lights.
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[ Those marks seem oddly familiar, and she can't help but glance down at her tattoos.
No fucking way it could be that easy, but she presses her hand to the stone surface. Her tattoos flare to life, and blue light pours into the engravings. The door rumbles, and begins to slide open ]
... I honestly did not think that would work.
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Fool me twice, he thinks grimly. ]
You always have been good with your hands, babe.
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[ the door slides away, releasing a blast of air- a little musty and cold. It's hard to see in the meager light in Peter's hand, but the cavern on the other side of the door is vast. ]
What do you think? Press on, or pick up our backup first?
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But that's stupid, and he knows it, but it's so tempting.
Which is why he exhales sharply and shakes his head. ]
Letting you take the lead on this one. I'm emotionally compromised, remember?
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... Maybe just a peek.
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... Just a quick one, then.
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She's not sure what she's looking for, considering she can't fucking see anything. She has a hand out in front of her, just in case she trips or something. At the edge of the encroaching darkness, her fingers make contact with smooth, cool stone. A stalagmite, she assumes.
What happens next is instant. Like the door, blue light flows from Maya's fingertips and into the stone in swirling patterns reminiscent of her tattoos. The light spreads like a ripple through water, over the floor of the cavern, up the walls, and across the ceiling until every surface is glowing. The place is huge, with rock formations both natural and unnatural jutting from the floor of the cave. Carved archways in various states of repair alongside stalagmites. The back of the cavern gives way to a large, underground lake. The water casts reflections onto the cave ceiling to join the swirling blue lights.
Thankfully, there are no monsters present. At least none that are readily apparent.
All Maya can say is: ] Holy shit.
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[ He steps further into the cavern, still holding the plasma ball aloft, even if it's a little redundant with the glowing walls. It's-- really fucking pretty, he thinks. Like, Holy shit.
He steps up beside her, and with his free hand he traces the swirling glow on the stalagmite, fingers ghosting along the stone. ]
I'm guessin' you didn't know that would happen.
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... This is so cool.
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[ He looks around and above, turning in a slow circle as he examines their surroundings. (He's kind of making sure there aren't any, like, crazy, ancient bats that will drop on them from the high ceiling.) ]
Those Eridians of yours had a flare for the dramatic, huh?
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[ she motions towards the lake at the back of the cavern ] Shall we?
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[ Even as he's saying, it though, he's taking a few steps forward. ]
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[ she waves a hand, indicating the vast, empty space. lbr tho, she probably just jinxed it. ]
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Did you really have to go and say that? You might as well have said, like, "What's the worst that could happen?" Or like, "At least it's not raining."
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Now come on, I want to see what a lake is doing inside of a Vault. [ she doesn't wait for an affirmative or a negative, she just starts walking ]
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(Maya totally wears the pants in this relationship, regardless of Peter's arguments to the contrary.) ]
Let it never be said I don't spoil you.
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It's kind of funny. The Vault of the Warrior was all fire and brimstone, with pools of lava everywhere. This is the total opposite.
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You think they maybe had a theme going on? Maybe if we find another one of these it'll have, like, an earth theme or something.
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that horrible moment when you realize you can't make a captain planet reference
Or for mood whiplash. Who's to say?
[ He watches his steps carefully as he moves through the cavern. because wouldn't it just be their luck if they inadvertently tripped some ancient device that would make the ceiling fall in on top of them, or caused the ground beneath their feet to disappear? ]
So. These markings. Awful lot like those tattoos of yours, huh?
you poor, poor thing
[ it's a good thing Peter's paying attention, because Maya sure isn't. She's wholly distracted by the swirling blue marks. ]
But if nothing else, it cements the ties between Sirens and the Eridians. I just wish I knew what those ties really are.
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[ He's also keeping an eye on their backs, as well, turning every so often to take a few backwards steps before facing forward to walk properly again.
It would also be their luck if their new Dahl friend sent in men after them, used Maya and Peter as bait to draw out whatever bitey-monster-thingies happened to be waiting in the wings.
(Peter is not an optimist.) ]
Think we might find more info on Sirens here?
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At his other question, she pauses. ] I'm not sure. I'd like to hope so, but right now it's looking like there's not much in here aside from rocks and glowy lights.
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