The absence of distant screaming is a positive development. The absence of a charging dinosaur more so, though perhaps only in the short term. The absence of her companions -- very bad.
The absence of the quiet, insistent voice in the back of her mind, while a relief, is likely the worst development of all.
Ecks gazes about herself at the neatly manicured lawn and sculpted bushes, one hand clutching what appears to be a cane with the air of someone who expects to do something quite violent with it in the near future. They didn't have a plan for anything like this, and without knowing what this is she is momentarily stymied as to the correct course of action. She silently runs through likely scenarios, recalling the last several times she appeared somewhere unexpected without warning, and weighs the probability of this being some sort of vision against the improbability of none of her compatriots being included.
"Bottle-God?" she ventures after spending a few moments literally frozen in indecision. That is not his name, but she will not speak his name in case this was not his doing and there are others listening. He will know she means him if he is listening. "Did you do this? Are you here?"
[OOC: Please note that Ecks is pretty alarming in appearance. She's Frankenstein's monster flesh golem stitched together out of parts of a lot of different people (even different species), and she's wearing battle-worn leather armor. She doesn't really do facial expressions, and her voice remains near a monotone when she's not making a particular effort to emulate emotive speech.]
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The absence of distant screaming is a positive development. The absence of a charging dinosaur more so, though perhaps only in the short term. The absence of her companions -- very bad.
The absence of the quiet, insistent voice in the back of her mind, while a relief, is likely the worst development of all.
Ecks gazes about herself at the neatly manicured lawn and sculpted bushes, one hand clutching what appears to be a cane with the air of someone who expects to do something quite violent with it in the near future. They didn't have a plan for anything like this, and without knowing what this is she is momentarily stymied as to the correct course of action. She silently runs through likely scenarios, recalling the last several times she appeared somewhere unexpected without warning, and weighs the probability of this being some sort of vision against the improbability of none of her compatriots being included.
"Bottle-God?" she ventures after spending a few moments literally frozen in indecision. That is not his name, but she will not speak his name in case this was not his doing and there are others listening. He will know she means him if he is listening. "Did you do this? Are you here?"
[OOC: Please note that Ecks is pretty alarming in appearance. She's
Frankenstein's monsterflesh golem stitched together out of parts of a lot of different people (even different species), and she's wearing battle-worn leather armor. She doesn't really do facial expressions, and her voice remains near a monotone when she's not making a particular effort to emulate emotive speech.]