No one bothers Rutile as they duck down hallways and through doors marked AUTHORIZED EMPLOYEES ONLY, and why should they? Everyone's eyes are down as they hurry along their way, and Rutile's lab coat blends them in with the populace as well as anything, though they're lacking a conspicuous Opara badge. Occasionally there are posters about the Xunutane: graphs and figures and equations Euclase would adore, but very little to hint at what it actually is. Eventually, even these give way to bulletin boards with unhelpful memos, and finally nothing at all.
Rutile finds a door at the end of the hallway with another warning on it and a jagged arrow symbol on a sign just to the right. PROCESSING CENTER, it reads. It is locked.
They huff with annoyance; things had been going so very smoothly up til this point, but there is nothing for it but to keep going. They turn back the way they came, and run into another technician. This one is either in a worse mood or just better at his job, because he gives Rutile an irritated look as he demands how they got down there. Arms crossed, Rutile replies that no one stopped them, and really, they were only interested in knowing what the Xunutane was.
"It's a shard of crystal," the technician retorts. "The one powering the entire city."
"Crystal? What sort of crystal?" A gem, for powering the city? Their eyes narrow.
And then, Rutile's least favorite words since they've come to Konryu: "Look, let me show you out. You can learn all about it at the visitor's center."
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Rutile finds a door at the end of the hallway with another warning on it and a jagged arrow symbol on a sign just to the right. PROCESSING CENTER, it reads. It is locked.
They huff with annoyance; things had been going so very smoothly up til this point, but there is nothing for it but to keep going. They turn back the way they came, and run into another technician. This one is either in a worse mood or just better at his job, because he gives Rutile an irritated look as he demands how they got down there. Arms crossed, Rutile replies that no one stopped them, and really, they were only interested in knowing what the Xunutane was.
"It's a shard of crystal," the technician retorts. "The one powering the entire city."
"Crystal? What sort of crystal?" A gem, for powering the city? Their eyes narrow.
And then, Rutile's least favorite words since they've come to Konryu: "Look, let me show you out. You can learn all about it at the visitor's center."