An acute sense of frustration was starting to bubble underneath the steely calm composure Harpuia usually maintained. This was the first time he'd ever been so thoroughly and utterly... blind. No GPS to check, no access to a teleportation network, no way to simply download a map of the area, and nothing to go off but the narrow little beam of vision that the flashlight afforded. Trying to explore the place without any of the technology that had always been at his disposal was gratingly inefficient -- Harpuia never had been fond of situations where he didn't understand what was going on, and witnessing firsthand just how fragile these bodies were did nothing to make him comfortable with this. The sooner he found someone who could attend to X, the better.
Upon reaching the hallway, he gave another cursory sweep with his flashlight. To the left, the hallway seemed to go on for quite some ways. Further than the flashlight's beam could reach, anyway. To the right, the hallway seemed to end at a three-way stop; the outline of a staircase was just barely visible.
He supposed he couldn't necessarily bank on the assumption that they weren't underground, but he much preferred to think that wasn't the case; staying on the ground level would probably be the wisest course of action. They were much more likely to encounter either an exit or a map here; if this was the ground floor, then it was obviously where visitors entered. He could only guess what lurked at the other side of the hallway to the left, but it still struck him as appearing like a more likely choice.
...Still, he wasn't the one in charge here, he reminded himself. He looked over his shoulder to X. He would trust in his master's judgment; he'd overstepped his place enough already, and the last thing he wanted to do was further reinforce the idea that he didn't trust his leader to be competent.
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An acute sense of frustration was starting to bubble underneath the steely calm composure Harpuia usually maintained. This was the first time he'd ever been so thoroughly and utterly... blind. No GPS to check, no access to a teleportation network, no way to simply download a map of the area, and nothing to go off but the narrow little beam of vision that the flashlight afforded. Trying to explore the place without any of the technology that had always been at his disposal was gratingly inefficient -- Harpuia never had been fond of situations where he didn't understand what was going on, and witnessing firsthand just how fragile these bodies were did nothing to make him comfortable with this. The sooner he found someone who could attend to X, the better.
Upon reaching the hallway, he gave another cursory sweep with his flashlight. To the left, the hallway seemed to go on for quite some ways. Further than the flashlight's beam could reach, anyway. To the right, the hallway seemed to end at a three-way stop; the outline of a staircase was just barely visible.
He supposed he couldn't necessarily bank on the assumption that they weren't underground, but he much preferred to think that wasn't the case; staying on the ground level would probably be the wisest course of action. They were much more likely to encounter either an exit or a map here; if this was the ground floor, then it was obviously where visitors entered. He could only guess what lurked at the other side of the hallway to the left, but it still struck him as appearing like a more likely choice.
...Still, he wasn't the one in charge here, he reminded himself. He looked over his shoulder to X. He would trust in his master's judgment; he'd overstepped his place enough already, and the last thing he wanted to do was further reinforce the idea that he didn't trust his leader to be competent.
"Left or right?"