Fifth Gold Bolt [Hard monday rain | Open]
Apr. 30th, 2012 03:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ratchet had to wonder why the rain hadn't flooded the statue room yet. The rain feel through the hole and onto some of the stairs but it seemed like it couldn't go any further than that. After the first turn, the stairs were dry and remained that way the rest of the way down. The moving platform was also dry as was the Coliseum. The Lombax was down among the statues, looking at each one in turn. There had to be a reason this room was revealed, why it just opened up out of the blue.
Things usually didn't happen without a reason. He'd been struggling more lately, just keeping himself preoccupied with patrols and taking small naps during the day. Bags were forming under his eyes from lack of sleep but he didn't care. His insomnia was getting worse so it was helping; wonderful contradiction that was.
He moved from the statue of a man to one of a woman this time. They both looked so surprised and scared. Most of these statues held expressions of shock and absolute fear. Why would someone carve statues with these faces? Why not still or happy expressions? The thought had come to his mind on several of them. Maybe they all weren't just statues. What if these had been people at one point? Then what would that mean? Did the Queen he'd heard about do this or was it something else? Could it be if you were in a sarcophagus too long you turned into a statue? Too many possibilities and none of them good.
Things usually didn't happen without a reason. He'd been struggling more lately, just keeping himself preoccupied with patrols and taking small naps during the day. Bags were forming under his eyes from lack of sleep but he didn't care. His insomnia was getting worse so it was helping; wonderful contradiction that was.
He moved from the statue of a man to one of a woman this time. They both looked so surprised and scared. Most of these statues held expressions of shock and absolute fear. Why would someone carve statues with these faces? Why not still or happy expressions? The thought had come to his mind on several of them. Maybe they all weren't just statues. What if these had been people at one point? Then what would that mean? Did the Queen he'd heard about do this or was it something else? Could it be if you were in a sarcophagus too long you turned into a statue? Too many possibilities and none of them good.