iselldrugstothecommunity: (Well that's surprising!)
Howard Bassem ([personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2011-10-01 02:39 pm (UTC)

Re: Yep!

Howard's uncharacteristically quiet while Eneesh's crew works, if only because they give him a terrible case of the heebie-jeebies. They don't look enough like the giant child-eating bugs back in the FAYZ to send him running for the hills, but they do make him uneasy, and he can tell Daniel's doing a fine enough job detailing their job on his own. The crew seems polite enough to him, and he thinks this may be the only scenario where being 5'3 is considered a boon. Mostly Howard scribbles notes and doodles in his notepad, including a fairly accurate rendition of the main chamber (although the sense of perspective is so awkward it'd make Escher queasy).

"I got no problem with that," Howard says, letting Daniel go on ahead. After listening a few moments in case Daniel gives him a sudden order to stay out, or go get help or a rope, he slides in too.

His jaw drops a little as he sees all the gold in the room. It's not as if gold is all that useful where he's from, but still, whomever made this room was completely loaded. The second thing he notices is that the writing looks like an entirely different style than the rest of the temple.

The third thing he notices is that Daniel is suddenly no pleasure, all tension, staring at the large contraption in the center of the room. And that scares him. He keeps Daniel's between him and the whatever-it-is, craning his neck curiously.

"You seen one of these before," he says, stating the obvious. "What is that?"

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