[Jack had a feeling this would be amenable, and though he's not sure what he's getting himself into, given their exchange last night, but it'll be a good distraction if nothing else. He's spent a long time now putting up a front, and he has no doubt he'll be able to be perfectly cordial, even if it's just masking his own anxieties.
It's true he doesn't remember much about his arrival. He hadn't been very coherent until he was in their infirmary, so this will be a good way to get his bearings.]
No, not yet.
[He's not about to go wandering without permission. This might be an extraordinary circumstance, but Jack is still very good at following rules.]
[Even if he had, Zenyatta doubts he would have been stopped by anyone out of anything but concern for his health. Nowhere is off-limits to Jack; had the Shambali secrets to keep, after all, it would only have given unsympathetic outsiders further cause to mistrust them.]
Wonderful! Then please, follow me.
[And off he goes, a swirl of snow-white robes and silvery limbs that nearly knock his abandoned broom over, only to pause beneath a cracked archway. There's a distinctly playful tilt to his head as he glances back that Zenyatta cannot quite bring himself to straighten.]
I know you have healed a great deal already, but if you find yourself tiring, please let me know. There will be a few stairs.
[There certainly are. Stairs up, stairs down, stairs half-crumbling away into nothing beside cavernous pits that have been built around rather than filled. They may not pose much of a challenge to the omnics here, but it is difficult to imagine that the human monks who once occupied this place were anything but fabulously fit.
Their journey is illuminated by soft candlelight and the eerie blue of omnicode that seems to run through the very stone of the walls, brightening here and there as Zenyatta runs his hand across them.]
This place was in ruins when we arrived. We built upon it as our needs changed, and as a result I am afraid it is somewhat... idiosyncratic. But we began here, in the heart of it all.
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It's true he doesn't remember much about his arrival. He hadn't been very coherent until he was in their infirmary, so this will be a good way to get his bearings.]
No, not yet.
[He's not about to go wandering without permission. This might be an extraordinary circumstance, but Jack is still very good at following rules.]
Didn't have much time last night.
finally......... crawls home...........
Wonderful! Then please, follow me.
[And off he goes, a swirl of snow-white robes and silvery limbs that nearly knock his abandoned broom over, only to pause beneath a cracked archway. There's a distinctly playful tilt to his head as he glances back that Zenyatta cannot quite bring himself to straighten.]
I know you have healed a great deal already, but if you find yourself tiring, please let me know. There will be a few stairs.
[There certainly are. Stairs up, stairs down, stairs half-crumbling away into nothing beside cavernous pits that have been built around rather than filled. They may not pose much of a challenge to the omnics here, but it is difficult to imagine that the human monks who once occupied this place were anything but fabulously fit.
Their journey is illuminated by soft candlelight and the eerie blue of omnicode that seems to run through the very stone of the walls, brightening here and there as Zenyatta runs his hand across them.]
This place was in ruins when we arrived. We built upon it as our needs changed, and as a result I am afraid it is somewhat... idiosyncratic. But we began here, in the heart of it all.