A damn need to be a hero.
That thought sunk into his head when he watched her pass him with a glare that seemed to Ryanti like a light that was fizzling out. He remembered one other time that he was lectured in this manner. It was from his mother, years back at the time of the Calamity. She had chastised him for trying to abandon his home to join the city in defending itself against the horde that had unleashed itself upon Dalamund's wake. But Sounsyy was a good fifteen or so years younger than his mother.
She seemed so convinced of herself. So sure that she understood what the banter between Ryanti and his commanding officer meant. So set in how their unit functioned. Ryanti had offered respect to her as far back as challenging her for the first time. Hell, even before then when she was fighting in Ul'Dah.
And she treated him like garbage in return. Like a child. Like he was still that little kid cheering her on from the Bloodsands when he was now a man in his twenties. Yet she didn't want him to leave her now. He figured she could do all of this by herself from the way she was talking. Ol' experienced iron eyes.
"What were yer first clue."
It was a statement that broke Ryanti out of his negative trance. He eyed her afterwords as her gaze adverted his own. He had a hint of legitimate surprise on his face, immediately picking up the rhetorical content of the statement. Wait... was she really? Truthfully, this ship was imperiously taxing on both of their psyche. The darkness in this place had been so long abandoned that the very walls seemed to close in on you and suffocate you. Ryanti had yet to determine whether or not this was actually the ship itself doing it.
But... was she really?
My first clue was your dream. Your dream I invaded.
Ryanti was scared of this hallway too. Scared of this entire ship. That realization brought his thoughts to perspective. All of these angry thoughts, this urge to lash out... was just stupid. It was all just stupid. He wasn't sure who was right, or who was wrong, or if it even mattered.
With her admittance, he also chimed in. "I'm scared. Yes. Very." He stated in a bit of a tight voice, approaching her with his rifle pointed more towards the room in question. His fair skin was very bright against Sounsyy's light, reflecting a big part of it back at the very peculiar patterns along the walls. He stepped up parallel to her, glancing into the room, but seeing nothing but darkness where he was, although he could pick out some odd shapes close to the wall.
"Look... I'm sorry, alright?" He finally murmured, though he did not glance at the woman completely, still minorly focused on his own task. "I'm sorry I made you go through that, for leaving you behind, and... for whatever else I did."
With that, he lifted one leg at a time over the bit of debris that had piled up against the open part of the door, kicking the half-open panel open a little bit further, causing it to squeak in a quiet noise but nothing further. The ship remained silent.
There were a bunch more glass pieces on the floor of this room. Tables were still erect and hugged against the side walls, about 5 fulms in length and 2 in width per table, totaling four tables. It was a small-ish room, and many delicate instruments were absolutely coated in dust and far beyond their usefulness or even being safe to wield. These instruments were sprawled along the top of the tables, and a decent amount had fallen to the floor and broken. There were some larger machines further back, bent and twisted in misuse and what could only be attributed as pressure changes in the air from the past centuries.
A lone glass window was at the farthest edge of the room. Bubbles from the deep ocean traced themselves along the glass, visible by Ryanti's light. The fact that this glass stayed intact for so long spoke volumes, especially at this pressure. But it was meant for space, so it held steady. "Must have been some kind of processing room. There are beakers here... maybe they were testing liquids. Looks like these machines were used to mix them."
Just then, two sparks shot off in the room. They were minor electrical charges that short-circuited exposed wired in an open ventilation shaft near the top corner of the room. Ryanti immediately pointed his light at it with breakneck speed, seeing nothing but observing a definite place where something could sit down and... watch.
"I don't like that vent..."
That thought sunk into his head when he watched her pass him with a glare that seemed to Ryanti like a light that was fizzling out. He remembered one other time that he was lectured in this manner. It was from his mother, years back at the time of the Calamity. She had chastised him for trying to abandon his home to join the city in defending itself against the horde that had unleashed itself upon Dalamund's wake. But Sounsyy was a good fifteen or so years younger than his mother.
She seemed so convinced of herself. So sure that she understood what the banter between Ryanti and his commanding officer meant. So set in how their unit functioned. Ryanti had offered respect to her as far back as challenging her for the first time. Hell, even before then when she was fighting in Ul'Dah.
And she treated him like garbage in return. Like a child. Like he was still that little kid cheering her on from the Bloodsands when he was now a man in his twenties. Yet she didn't want him to leave her now. He figured she could do all of this by herself from the way she was talking. Ol' experienced iron eyes.
"What were yer first clue."
It was a statement that broke Ryanti out of his negative trance. He eyed her afterwords as her gaze adverted his own. He had a hint of legitimate surprise on his face, immediately picking up the rhetorical content of the statement. Wait... was she really? Truthfully, this ship was imperiously taxing on both of their psyche. The darkness in this place had been so long abandoned that the very walls seemed to close in on you and suffocate you. Ryanti had yet to determine whether or not this was actually the ship itself doing it.
But... was she really?
My first clue was your dream. Your dream I invaded.
Ryanti was scared of this hallway too. Scared of this entire ship. That realization brought his thoughts to perspective. All of these angry thoughts, this urge to lash out... was just stupid. It was all just stupid. He wasn't sure who was right, or who was wrong, or if it even mattered.
With her admittance, he also chimed in. "I'm scared. Yes. Very." He stated in a bit of a tight voice, approaching her with his rifle pointed more towards the room in question. His fair skin was very bright against Sounsyy's light, reflecting a big part of it back at the very peculiar patterns along the walls. He stepped up parallel to her, glancing into the room, but seeing nothing but darkness where he was, although he could pick out some odd shapes close to the wall.
"Look... I'm sorry, alright?" He finally murmured, though he did not glance at the woman completely, still minorly focused on his own task. "I'm sorry I made you go through that, for leaving you behind, and... for whatever else I did."
With that, he lifted one leg at a time over the bit of debris that had piled up against the open part of the door, kicking the half-open panel open a little bit further, causing it to squeak in a quiet noise but nothing further. The ship remained silent.
There were a bunch more glass pieces on the floor of this room. Tables were still erect and hugged against the side walls, about 5 fulms in length and 2 in width per table, totaling four tables. It was a small-ish room, and many delicate instruments were absolutely coated in dust and far beyond their usefulness or even being safe to wield. These instruments were sprawled along the top of the tables, and a decent amount had fallen to the floor and broken. There were some larger machines further back, bent and twisted in misuse and what could only be attributed as pressure changes in the air from the past centuries.
A lone glass window was at the farthest edge of the room. Bubbles from the deep ocean traced themselves along the glass, visible by Ryanti's light. The fact that this glass stayed intact for so long spoke volumes, especially at this pressure. But it was meant for space, so it held steady. "Must have been some kind of processing room. There are beakers here... maybe they were testing liquids. Looks like these machines were used to mix them."
Just then, two sparks shot off in the room. They were minor electrical charges that short-circuited exposed wired in an open ventilation shaft near the top corner of the room. Ryanti immediately pointed his light at it with breakneck speed, seeing nothing but observing a definite place where something could sit down and... watch.
"I don't like that vent..."