Samira had a very bad feeling about this. The young woman seemed... well enough, at first glance, though there was something... off about her. She seemed to carry a sorrow. But who didn't in this place?
Well, the swagger pair who entered next, she suspected. Though she knew better than to judge them on their odd appearances, that they held names from Lovecraftian monsters and goetic demons seemed like a bad start. Further, expensive suits and military outfits also represented trouble, in Samira's experience.
"Getting crowded," Samira muttered. Then she turned to Raphael and said, "not gonna lie. My experiences with magic have been... unpleasant, to say the least. Things from Beyond tend to be involved, though I'll try not to let my... troubles crowd my judgment."
She walked over to stand beside Bianca — the only one here she knew she could trust — and looking over at the newcomers, said, "Samira Hosseini. I can't tell you much. I haven't really been studying this place. More interested in the people." She looked around the room. "And I'm starting to think we should find some place less crowded."
And more pleasant
, she thought to herself. She generally liked hospitals — to her, a hospital, even if powered by a cheap, obsolete generator, was a sign of progress, a hope for those who might otherwise have died of simple diseases. A symbol of all that was good and right in the world, a chance for those who once had none. But this one was... just wrong
Kokabiel simply nodded in confirmation of this, suspecting any further attempt to convince the Messenger otherwise was futile. Instead it sent a non-commital confirmation that it had received the data packet without corruption.
<And now,> it said, <we face a question. To observe the trans-dimensional organics, both their interactions and abilities. Three possibilities.> The Lost and the Messenger receieved, in their appropriate ways, a sense for three different locations.
<Here,> it said, <we have a Hospital. Suffering clings to the walls, and calls its like. At least two have suffered several months worth of rape and torture.> It didn't mention this completely without emotion. There was a hint, a seed of empathy, but disconnected, as one might take minor pity on the carcass of a wild animal glanced during a casual walk. <And I sense a great despair within a third, to whom the Void clings. The other three appear... less disturbed, though this may be a relative statement. However, with six, it grows crowded. Tempting as it may be to focus upon, I think even if we only observed, we would be too many.>
<This place,> it highlighted the Museum, <is perhaps of the most interest from a purely scientific perspective. At least three of the individuals there magically touched in some way. If nothing else, a scientific study of their effects upon this semi-physical plane could be intriguing. But the social dichotomy is also fascinating: two souls of fire, passionate and wild. Two of ice, old and calm. And one between worlds, slowly growing cooler as his purpose goes from vengeance to justice.>
<These three>, it highlighted Nara, Qrlil, and Hector's approximate location, <I have no direct connection two. I detect two organics, one human, one alien, and a resonance that is either a very altered organic or a very organic synthetic. And some sort of arcane activity.> It added, <the non-human organic appears to have left, however, so there may soon be four groups instead of three.>
<So,> it said, <what do we do with this information?>
Wherever it goes, Kokabiel intends to try and observe at a distance, commenting on and debating the organics with the Messenger and the Lost, and avoiding direct intervention unless it's a potentially fascinating experiment or necessary to avoid harm to its wards. It will try and convince the Messenger and Lost to do likewise, but of course, their wills are their own.
Zacharias just nodded meekly in agreement with Eli. Yeah, killing people was bad. He had no urge to point that out aloud.
edited 9th Apr '12 4:25:48 PM by KillerClowns