[open] 1st -- where the sword's light gathers

[intheshadow]

He was no stranger to waking up to the feeling of stone. Nor was it different for him to wake up exhausted and aching, but the darkness-- that was new. No matter how much time passed, it was always light when he awoke. And as much as he always wished to keep sleeping, there was still work to do, as there always was. But the Dormin was no longer speaking to him. He couldn't hear the tell-tale sign of an idol collapsing, nor the sound of Agro's hooves on the temple floor.

There was no time to think about what was going on now. Wander pushed against the wall of his container, pausing a moment and then rocking the vessel until it was dislodged from its spot, and smashed on the floor and he along with it. Still dark. He wasn't used to non-natural light.

But something else was more pressing and apparent-- not the dark streaks and dirt on his skin, not the scrapes, cuts and bruises that had accumulated over his last fight, not the fatigue in his limb or the dizziness he felt-- no, something else.

The sword. The sword was missing.

The thought sent Wander scrambling off his back in a panic, brushing through the remains of the sarcophagus for any sign of it. He sprung to his feet, disregarding the vertigo, looking around and investigating the room for any sign of the black blade.

It had to be here somewhere. It had to be

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[foolnornovice]

Perhaps going back over his tracks had been a bad idea. Nonetheless, he was here once more searching for a hint or clue. Going over the same things again and again was proving frustrating, but his mind urged him on. Maybe there was something he had missed, or someone had dropped an item that could prove useful if regained. Minor details were what prodded him along the stone, looking across the walls.

It was the sound of footsteps that caused him to look up and tense, fingers curling into fists out of sheer instinct.

He pursued, broke into a run after it while keeping light steps. Someone helpful, not hostile? One could hope after all, with what he could figure out from this place.

[last_lombax]

Ratchet should have known it was useless. This room didn't have any clues as to how they got here or who was doing this. But he couldn't just give it up. He wanted to believe there was a clue here, some sort of small hint that would lead him forward. They all appeared here in the same way, the sarcophagi. They had to play some sort of part in all this. How did they get inside them from their homes? And how could they do to him what they did. They had no interworks of technology that he could find. He dug through piece after piece of every broken sarcophagus he could, hoping that somewhere there was a circuit or a microchip he could find. It always ended the same though, with disappointment.

He was searching the walls today, trying to find a brick or stone that could move or come undone. Nothing yet, no matter how hard he smacked his wrench into the wall. He was about ready to give up when he heard movement and then the sound of something breaking behind him. He spun around, wrench up and at the ready...only to see the newcomer. He paused and watched him for a moment until he got up and started scrambling. Looks like another new confused recruit of their rag tag exploration team.

"Hey! You okay?" The Lombax asked as he approached the human.