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museboxedinFinding his ship is still his top plan, but Rook knows already that it won't be space-worthy. A cracked exterior, wailing alarms, sputtering engines--he's been around enough of those to know what they mean. It's a good thing he'd thought to pack the standard Plumber's away-kit, or he'd have parachuted down entirely without supplies.
It's also a good thing all Plumber badges are distress beacons, too. He touches the hip pouch holding it to reassure himself, frowning at the empty street. So many of the buildings around him look finely kept, but also recently vacated. They're the reason why the area's complete lack of any sign of life is leaving him so unsettled. Sounds of distant activity sometimes echo, but he never finds their source. Worse yet is the rubble, and the occasional suspiciously dark stains.
The signs of struggle are familiar to him. This is a former battlefield. Or--is it a memorial?
Either way, he feels pins and needles travelling up his spine as he walks down a winding road. A feeling of opression hangs in the air, and when the wind blows the wrong way Rook wonders if he smells human blood.
It's also a good thing all Plumber badges are distress beacons, too. He touches the hip pouch holding it to reassure himself, frowning at the empty street. So many of the buildings around him look finely kept, but also recently vacated. They're the reason why the area's complete lack of any sign of life is leaving him so unsettled. Sounds of distant activity sometimes echo, but he never finds their source. Worse yet is the rubble, and the occasional suspiciously dark stains.
The signs of struggle are familiar to him. This is a former battlefield. Or--is it a memorial?
Either way, he feels pins and needles travelling up his spine as he walks down a winding road. A feeling of opression hangs in the air, and when the wind blows the wrong way Rook wonders if he smells human blood.
