[Except that the space within is not so empty, not so gaping. It is abandoned, certainly, with long-broken windows that allow whipping wind to slip through. But there’s overturned and upturned furniture, or piles of rubble where the ceiling had fallen in. Everything one might expect from where there had once been bustling life, and now there’s only a shell of it — proof in what decaying things are left behind.
And there is one other thing: Connor himself, leaning forward against what once might’ve been an old, metal counter, now covered in rust. A flash of lightning, a rumble of thunder shaking the ground they stand on, and his LED flashes viciously red, feeling the effects of the electrical storm. Even this far out, it rattles everything about him. Processes gone dark for a few terrible moments, warnings scrambled in his mind’s eye. Limbs that feel too stiff, then too useless, requiring him to lean on whatever is near to remain upright.
He hasn’t even noticed Arenvald coming in, he’s busy trying to refocus himself, a hurried soft reboot, coupled with a gritted frown on his face.]
C with a dash of D
And there is one other thing: Connor himself, leaning forward against what once might’ve been an old, metal counter, now covered in rust. A flash of lightning, a rumble of thunder shaking the ground they stand on, and his LED flashes viciously red, feeling the effects of the electrical storm. Even this far out, it rattles everything about him. Processes gone dark for a few terrible moments, warnings scrambled in his mind’s eye. Limbs that feel too stiff, then too useless, requiring him to lean on whatever is near to remain upright.
He hasn’t even noticed Arenvald coming in, he’s busy trying to refocus himself, a hurried soft reboot, coupled with a gritted frown on his face.]