"Nicely done, troops. Let's move out."
Move out, following the underground tunnel in the direction of the comm center. Same formation as before. If we can't go any more underground, go ahead and go back up (after zooming out to make sure it's clear.)
You keep moving in the direction of the comm centre. You don't find anything obstructing your progress.
There are places where the ceiling has cracked and collapsed, where the buildings above have fallen through the ground and into this underground section. There are occasional signs of habitation around those holes, the odd tent or sleeping bag, but you do not actually see anyone down here. There's only your metal footsteps echoing in this giant underground space.
You occasionally zoom out to track your progress. As you reach the end of the residential area, the underground area comes to an abrupt stop. There are large holes in the floor close to the wall, enormous concrete slides leading deeper underground. You follow some of them down with your sight. They each appear to be leading to different levels and different directions, although some of them are interconnected. It's as if someone dug the tunnels for some sort of railway or metro system but never installed the rails, the carts and the stations.
You think you've identified a tunnel that leads to where you want to go. You could try to follow it there. Or you could make your way back up and make your way there through the surface.
"I'm a guardian, like I said," Theri replied with some toned humor, "And I'm not from here--just like you. I was with a group of around four more others, much of them like you, with only one pretty much like me; we came here to help the local citizenry and find someone very important to us (I'd say 'me' but that would be impolite).
"And it's more you're here to heal. You didn't do anything wrong, just like me. I got into a battle lately alongside the people here, we won but I lost my friend. I'm unsure where she is now. Also don't worry there, I believe you."
Your words have some effect on him. You can see him focusing on you, moving as if something happened and he wants to react but doesn't know how.
Theri pursed her lips and wondered.
"Are you still afraid of me?"
Keep at it \o/
"A little. My dad always said I should be careful of you. That if the monsters ever come I should run or hide and not look back.""But you are nice to me. So maybe you are not a monster."*gasp* *wheeze* *wheeeeeeeeeeeeze*
"Hey guys. Meet ... meet Bill And Ted!"
Alan holds the plant up for inspection, a grin on his face.
Introductions.
I imagine the standard trope of "Hey, Alan, are you allright?" *shaky thumbs up slowly rises from the floor in response before collapsing with a pained grunt*
<I believe I can do that, and will if I'm able. So... mind telling me who you are? I mean, I asked you before and you just bragged, but you didn't really tell me anything. like your name. and what you can do. and stuff.>
<We are Inira Milu Nimu-Kor, the Sword of Kings and Forger of Kingdoms, Aquiya Tin, the Moonblade, protector of the innocent, slayer of armies, bane of Stodir. We have the power of might, of right and of light. And as long as we are connected and you are with us, you can tap into that power. There is little that is beyond that power, though we are neither omniscient nor omnipotent and in the end the amount of power we can use depends on the power of our wielder. Simply ask of us what you wish and we shall grant it to you.>
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