[Thankfully, they're all spared what that taste test would have brought as the stringy, sticky stuff disappears, freeing all three of them all too easily. As it does, the voices come back for a final time:]
...Everyone he works with? Even--
Everyone. All of his anchors, all his partners. Everyone. The otherworlders are the only lucky ones to get out with their lives. That's what has made him so hard to catch all these years. Besides, if you were to go over, you'd just end up an otherworlder like them and subject to all of Ferran's whims just like the rest of them. ...Heh, yeah, you don't like the sound of that, huh?
Of course I don't! I trusted that bastard!
Then help me stop him.
[Filippo's reply remains unknown as the voices go away once more, and every other noise fades as well. When the noises go, it's as though a veil has been lifted. No more creepiness for them. They can now hear the others talking from elsewhere in the area.]
[Slowly, so as to not blind them, the corridor they're in begins to brighten. As it does, they'll be able to see that they have been walking around in a gray-blue metal corridor. Yet...something seems awfully familiar at the two ends of the corridor--at least...it might be to those familiar with them. Light streams in through the veritcal slats of a metal grate, though what lies beyond isn't visible yet.
Those who ventured towards the wind will notice an opening at their end of the corridor with a whisper-silent fan installed up in the ceiling, and the corridor--or rather, the air duct--is clean as a whistle. Any metal discs are revealed to be nuts bolted to the ground with the occasional small "ditch" near them marking the change from one section to another. In reality, the section of air duct is a couple feet long, but for the otherworlders, it is much, much longer. Of course, when one has been shrunken to the size of an ant, anything will seem particularly cavernous and vast. (Those who ventured away from the wind won't notice anything of the kind.)
Just as they begin to get their bearings, however, there is a flash of light--and in the air duct they are no more.]
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...Everyone he works with? Even--
Everyone. All of his anchors, all his partners. Everyone. The otherworlders are the only lucky ones to get out with their lives. That's what has made him so hard to catch all these years. Besides, if you were to go over, you'd just end up an otherworlder like them and subject to all of Ferran's whims just like the rest of them. ...Heh, yeah, you don't like the sound of that, huh?
Of course I don't! I trusted that bastard!
Then help me stop him.
[Filippo's reply remains unknown as the voices go away once more, and every other noise fades as well. When the noises go, it's as though a veil has been lifted. No more creepiness for them. They can now hear the others talking from elsewhere in the area.]
[Slowly, so as to not blind them, the corridor they're in begins to brighten. As it does, they'll be able to see that they have been walking around in a gray-blue metal corridor. Yet...something seems awfully familiar at the two ends of the corridor--at least...it might be to those familiar with them. Light streams in through the veritcal slats of a metal grate, though what lies beyond isn't visible yet.
Those who ventured towards the wind will notice an opening at their end of the corridor with a whisper-silent fan installed up in the ceiling, and the corridor--or rather, the air duct--is clean as a whistle. Any metal discs are revealed to be nuts bolted to the ground with the occasional small "ditch" near them marking the change from one section to another. In reality, the section of air duct is a couple feet long, but for the otherworlders, it is much, much longer. Of course, when one has been shrunken to the size of an ant, anything will seem particularly cavernous and vast. (Those who ventured away from the wind won't notice anything of the kind.)
Just as they begin to get their bearings, however, there is a flash of light--and in the air duct they are no more.]