Let me know what they say, especially if it might help me get out of here.
[Though that might take a while, and he's clever, so hopefully it won't be necessary to wait on an answer.
Hopefully this isn't someplace he shouldn't be. There's a snaking, shivering feeling of dread at that thought. No, surely this is just some old ruin that's interesting but not particularly significant. He doesn't need an extra layer of serious criminal activity on top of what he's already wanted for.
But he's curious. Who wouldn't be? What if this is some remnant of that ancient world? Anyone who leans too hard on the tales whispered around those white columns and rose gardens can go stuff it. The blood remembers? His blood is his own and not bound to the savagery of his ancestors.
He moves toward the statue, keeping the camera directed at it as he holds the lighter up for illumination. The faces of the people, the feathers of their wings, are all done with careful detailing. They're almost lifelike, carved out of the smooth white - what is this, marble? It's a different sort of stone than what makes up the walls and door. The chalice held upward is almost out of his own reach. There is writing around its rim, but not in a language he's familiar with. Still he makes sure to slowly rotate the view around so that Crocodile can see the full inscription.]
You get all that? I hope you have a linguist with you and not just an archaeologist. I think the stone is marble, I don't know if you can tell from there but it's white and really smooth. The cup he's holding is some different material, I think. The light almost goes through it. Makes it look like it glows. I've seen stuff carved from it before, uhh...
[The word escapes him. It's been a while. Not important, probably. The view shifts to his face.]
If you've got a good look at all this stuff, I'm going to head down one of these other passages and see if there's more.
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[Though that might take a while, and he's clever, so hopefully it won't be necessary to wait on an answer.
Hopefully this isn't someplace he shouldn't be. There's a snaking, shivering feeling of dread at that thought. No, surely this is just some old ruin that's interesting but not particularly significant. He doesn't need an extra layer of serious criminal activity on top of what he's already wanted for.
But he's curious. Who wouldn't be? What if this is some remnant of that ancient world? Anyone who leans too hard on the tales whispered around those white columns and rose gardens can go stuff it. The blood remembers? His blood is his own and not bound to the savagery of his ancestors.
He moves toward the statue, keeping the camera directed at it as he holds the lighter up for illumination. The faces of the people, the feathers of their wings, are all done with careful detailing. They're almost lifelike, carved out of the smooth white - what is this, marble? It's a different sort of stone than what makes up the walls and door. The chalice held upward is almost out of his own reach. There is writing around its rim, but not in a language he's familiar with. Still he makes sure to slowly rotate the view around so that Crocodile can see the full inscription.]
You get all that? I hope you have a linguist with you and not just an archaeologist. I think the stone is marble, I don't know if you can tell from there but it's white and really smooth. The cup he's holding is some different material, I think. The light almost goes through it. Makes it look like it glows. I've seen stuff carved from it before, uhh...
[The word escapes him. It's been a while. Not important, probably. The view shifts to his face.]
If you've got a good look at all this stuff, I'm going to head down one of these other passages and see if there's more.