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damned_institute2013-07-27 12:56 pm
impudentsongbird) wrote in damned_institute2013-07-27 12:56 pm
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Night 71: Basement: Sphinx's chamber
[from here.]
This room was a stark change to the dungeon outside. It was gold and warm, with a low ceiling--it reminded Gabriel of an Egyptian tomb. The reason why was made obvious as soon as he looked face-forward and saw the reason why.
Sphinxes weren't actually real in his universe. Its gaze was piercing and ancient, but not enough to give the Archangel pause. He studied it back with just as much intensity and a lot of fascination. Could he ask a question? Should he? Probably not--not until he and Skulduggery had talked about their options. Sphinxes were known for their riddles, and Gabe couldn't risk beginning something before they were ready.
But he had to wonder how long the sphinx had been there, and whether it was a construct or a prisoner from another dimension like they were, and wished he could ask. If there was any chance of it being the last, maybe they could gain an ally.
He turned toward Skulduggery. "I think the purpose of this room is obvious," he said quietly, "but I've always found the value of making friends, myself. What do you think?"
This room was a stark change to the dungeon outside. It was gold and warm, with a low ceiling--it reminded Gabriel of an Egyptian tomb. The reason why was made obvious as soon as he looked face-forward and saw the reason why.
Sphinxes weren't actually real in his universe. Its gaze was piercing and ancient, but not enough to give the Archangel pause. He studied it back with just as much intensity and a lot of fascination. Could he ask a question? Should he? Probably not--not until he and Skulduggery had talked about their options. Sphinxes were known for their riddles, and Gabe couldn't risk beginning something before they were ready.
But he had to wonder how long the sphinx had been there, and whether it was a construct or a prisoner from another dimension like they were, and wished he could ask. If there was any chance of it being the last, maybe they could gain an ally.
He turned toward Skulduggery. "I think the purpose of this room is obvious," he said quietly, "but I've always found the value of making friends, myself. What do you think?"