Squelch
Squelch
"ugh...im starting to get sick of this....4 rooms and still no shoes? Sick joke this is turning out to be"
The white haired bo-no-homunculus, squelched his way through, through force of sheer will ,spite and an unhealthy hope for footwear.
[Young master...There are ether signals spiking around the corner, I must advise caution]
"yeah yeah, lots of caution in this place" He looked at the walls offended and scrunched his face, and said, seemingly to no one "You know, some good housekeeping doesn't cost much, especially when Golems are a things"
The day old homunculus was developing a case of schizophrenia.
"I feel annoyed somehow"
[Why's that?]
"I feel like someones bad mouthing me..."
The corner came up, and he looked at what seemed to be a locked door.
"This is clearly a locked door"
[It is young master, perhaps you'd like to open it]
'you know, with how unfeeling that voice is, i cant help but feel its being sarcastic' He thought to himself.
Aedhira walked up to the door, and he was once again struck by a brainwave, literally, information that was likely already loaded into him surfaced, and conveniently he knew what to do. And it was rather simple.
"Put my hand on the door, whats that gonna do? Rain cats? Whats a cat?"
[A cat is a small domesticated carnivorous mammal with soft fur, a short snout, and retr-]
"No no, its fine" He walked forwards and placed his hand on the door. A wave on energy spread thoughout him, as if to probe and passed right back into the door.
By the time it was done, the energy had left him feeling less stuffy, less than he knew he was feeling, and the faint silvery veins on his body had faded completely, leaving him with unblemished alabaster skin, much more organic looking than before, but unnaturally so. Aedhira looked as if he was literally carved out of stone by an overenthusiastic artist. So perfect, that it seemed too good to be true.
Only in this case, he was.
The door opened and gases rushed out, like opening an airtight jar. He stumbled in and what he saw, left him in, well, awe.
It was an armory, a room so big, that you couldn't even see the other end before the sight faded into darkness.
But not for long. Lights lit up the room, and no more was it akin to a hole in the earth waiting to collapse. And within it, enough weapons to outfit an army of hundreds of thousands. And an army, of hundreds of thousands. Not people though, but close enough.
Metal figures, soldiers of metal and ether, as far as the eye could see, in groups of maybe hundreds or thousands, or maybe even more, in varying sizes and shapes. Enough to account for all aspects of a war.
All of them still, in place, dormant as if waiting to be woken up for the next gunmetal crusade.
"A war?" he wondered out loud.
Ships, likely unmanned, aerial units, ground units and even Underground units. Nothing left unaccounted for.
Aedhira whistled
"fshoofhsoooo"
He tried. He really did.