08-14-2018, 03:40 PM
Versailles' eyes linger on the crude scrawl, eyeing the small star that could be anywhere and nowhere within the Observatory. She doesn't recall having seen a marked panel before, whether above or below ground, and she doubts any of them would end up finding it soon given the darkness of the Observatory, the emotions of its people, and the sheer infinitesimal size of the identifier. Still, she tries not to let herself be harrowed by the factors stacking against them, and gives the drawing one last, hard look before taking a step back.
She isn't quite sure why having to search in pairs is a good idea, but figures it's more to make sure nobody would wander off and accidentally fall into the basement, where they would undoubtedly get lost further and further until they can no longer be reclaimed. Still, despite knowing that it would be beneficial, she does not look forward to it, and wonders whether anybody would even bother pairing up with her given the... circumstances. They know each other better than any of them know her, and that itself is already an indicator that she shouldn't bother waiting around for someone to pair with. Save herself the trouble.
It's best to wait. The voice murmurs in her ear like the sound of a heartbeat, pressing the letters into its shell in rhythmic patterns. Versailles listens, listens and waits - she might as well give it a few seconds, give it a few minutes, might as well wait before giving up.
She isn't quite sure why having to search in pairs is a good idea, but figures it's more to make sure nobody would wander off and accidentally fall into the basement, where they would undoubtedly get lost further and further until they can no longer be reclaimed. Still, despite knowing that it would be beneficial, she does not look forward to it, and wonders whether anybody would even bother pairing up with her given the... circumstances. They know each other better than any of them know her, and that itself is already an indicator that she shouldn't bother waiting around for someone to pair with. Save herself the trouble.
It's best to wait. The voice murmurs in her ear like the sound of a heartbeat, pressing the letters into its shell in rhythmic patterns. Versailles listens, listens and waits - she might as well give it a few seconds, give it a few minutes, might as well wait before giving up.
I THOUGHT THAT LOVE WAS A KIND OF EMPTINESS
VERSAILLESPALACE A.