This is a 1x1 RP between Bryce and Sprokkelhout.
The sun was beating his head and shoulders relentlessly as Duncan made his way up what should be the last hill before reaching the temple. Despite not even being extremely high up in the mountains - everything was still very green and the vegetation was doing extremely well - he definitely felt the altitude a bit already.
This did mean that there was a fair amount of wind, which was a pleasant distraction from the hot sun, though he was still sweating like a sinner in church. His black hair stuck unpleasantly to his neck and his dark grey t-shirt clung to his chest and in particular his back, where it was nicely sandwiched between his body and his massive backpack.
The hill was pretty steep and here and there Duncan needed to use his hands for support, but he made it. Panting, the slender young man stood atop the hill and what he saw made him instantly forget just how tired he was.
Even in ruins the temple was still stunning. What was left standing was made of enormous engraved blocks of reddish brown stone, here and there still with colorful dye left on it.
Elaborate scenes and faces were carved into it. Unlike many temples of it’s kind it did not have a large staircase going up. Instead, it was going down into the depths of the part of the temple that really mattered.
Still, Duncan took a brief moment to take a few photo’s. He was here with a goal, yes, but sometimes both nature and mankind took you by surprise in such a way that you needed to make sure the memory of it wouldn’t get the chance to fade anytime soon.
He then put his phone away and started the descend on the other side of the hill.
Not as far down as up, thankfully and soon he was in the valley of the temple, his heart racing in his chest and not just because of the physical exercise.
He was careful to get his hopes too far up, but still couldn’t stop himself from feeling eager to go in there.
In front of the entrace he stopped and grabbed his torch, that had a loop that he attached to his arm, because if he lost the damn thing in there, he was screwed. He also did a last check, making sure his phone was still there, his compass was still attached to his dark brown cargopants and that the map was still in his backpack.
He then started to make his descent. This time it was definitely far further than he’d walked up that hill, but a new rush of adrenaline made him go on. He could have a break once he was well inside, he decided.
At the bottom of the flight of stairs was something of a large entrance hall. The toch cast unpredictable, jumping shadows that distracted a bit, but Duncan could still see that the place was huge. Inside there was even more artwork, even more stone carvings that all told their story and that made him feel like quite the intruder; who was he to disturb someone else’s holy place? But then again, he wasn’t here to take anything, or to defile, he needed answers. He needed to finally learn what he was.
The sun was beating his head and shoulders relentlessly as Duncan made his way up what should be the last hill before reaching the temple. Despite not even being extremely high up in the mountains - everything was still very green and the vegetation was doing extremely well - he definitely felt the altitude a bit already.
This did mean that there was a fair amount of wind, which was a pleasant distraction from the hot sun, though he was still sweating like a sinner in church. His black hair stuck unpleasantly to his neck and his dark grey t-shirt clung to his chest and in particular his back, where it was nicely sandwiched between his body and his massive backpack.
The hill was pretty steep and here and there Duncan needed to use his hands for support, but he made it. Panting, the slender young man stood atop the hill and what he saw made him instantly forget just how tired he was.
Even in ruins the temple was still stunning. What was left standing was made of enormous engraved blocks of reddish brown stone, here and there still with colorful dye left on it.
Elaborate scenes and faces were carved into it. Unlike many temples of it’s kind it did not have a large staircase going up. Instead, it was going down into the depths of the part of the temple that really mattered.
Still, Duncan took a brief moment to take a few photo’s. He was here with a goal, yes, but sometimes both nature and mankind took you by surprise in such a way that you needed to make sure the memory of it wouldn’t get the chance to fade anytime soon.
He then put his phone away and started the descend on the other side of the hill.
Not as far down as up, thankfully and soon he was in the valley of the temple, his heart racing in his chest and not just because of the physical exercise.
He was careful to get his hopes too far up, but still couldn’t stop himself from feeling eager to go in there.
In front of the entrace he stopped and grabbed his torch, that had a loop that he attached to his arm, because if he lost the damn thing in there, he was screwed. He also did a last check, making sure his phone was still there, his compass was still attached to his dark brown cargopants and that the map was still in his backpack.
He then started to make his descent. This time it was definitely far further than he’d walked up that hill, but a new rush of adrenaline made him go on. He could have a break once he was well inside, he decided.
At the bottom of the flight of stairs was something of a large entrance hall. The toch cast unpredictable, jumping shadows that distracted a bit, but Duncan could still see that the place was huge. Inside there was even more artwork, even more stone carvings that all told their story and that made him feel like quite the intruder; who was he to disturb someone else’s holy place? But then again, he wasn’t here to take anything, or to defile, he needed answers. He needed to finally learn what he was.
Logan made his way quietly through the dense vegetation. He held an armor light rifle in both hands, keeping it in the ready position as he moved, training the gun around and clearing the area around him with the precision and training of someone who has clearly had combat experience. He began ascending in a manner similar to Duncan, arriving at the top of the incline and looking down into the valley.
His eyes narrowed as he looked down on the temple, and he ran a hand over his short gray beard. He made the descent towards the temple, stopping a moment to inspect the wall. He ran a hand over the intricate carvings, sighing as dark memories flashed through his head. He sucked in a final breath, puffed his chest out, and activated the flashlight on his gun, beginning to make his way into the temple.
His eyes narrowed as he looked down on the temple, and he ran a hand over his short gray beard. He made the descent towards the temple, stopping a moment to inspect the wall. He ran a hand over the intricate carvings, sighing as dark memories flashed through his head. He sucked in a final breath, puffed his chest out, and activated the flashlight on his gun, beginning to make his way into the temple.
Duncan slowly made his way past one of the walls of the room, carefully studying the decorations and taking footage of them with his phone wherever necessary, but froze when he heard sounds coming from the stairs.
He mentally scolded himself for being naive enough to believe it would have to be crazy coincidence for him not to be alone; coincidence or not, the damn chance was always there, of course. He quickly tucked the phone away and turned off his torch, hoping it was on time.
As he heard the first footsteps on the staircase, he also saw the strangers light faintly dancing across the walls. Still too far away to be a bright beam, however.
Duncan pressed his back against the wall focussing on his breath. He had to remain calm. It could simply be someone that liked ancient architecture, it didn't have to mean anything, but it didn't do much. What were the odds of someone being down here at the exact same time he was?
He felt unrest inside of him, adding another layer of fear; if his power lashed out, he'd definitely give himself away and in an ancient structure like this, an unpredictable power could be very, very dangerous.
But for now he just stood there, in total darkness, back pressed against the hard surface behind him, torch clutched in his hand to use as a make-shift club if he had to, though he was no fighter at all. He could only hope the other wasn't here for him and would not take notice, but the chance was small. He likely had left footprints and the other might already have seen his light.
He mentally scolded himself for being naive enough to believe it would have to be crazy coincidence for him not to be alone; coincidence or not, the damn chance was always there, of course. He quickly tucked the phone away and turned off his torch, hoping it was on time.
As he heard the first footsteps on the staircase, he also saw the strangers light faintly dancing across the walls. Still too far away to be a bright beam, however.
Duncan pressed his back against the wall focussing on his breath. He had to remain calm. It could simply be someone that liked ancient architecture, it didn't have to mean anything, but it didn't do much. What were the odds of someone being down here at the exact same time he was?
He felt unrest inside of him, adding another layer of fear; if his power lashed out, he'd definitely give himself away and in an ancient structure like this, an unpredictable power could be very, very dangerous.
But for now he just stood there, in total darkness, back pressed against the hard surface behind him, torch clutched in his hand to use as a make-shift club if he had to, though he was no fighter at all. He could only hope the other wasn't here for him and would not take notice, but the chance was small. He likely had left footprints and the other might already have seen his light.
Logan carefully made his way down the steps, keeping his eyes open with the training of a professional. He noticed it seemed someone had already been through here, and immediately he was on alert. He continued down the hallway, keeping his ears focused. As he made his way further into the temple, he felt a prescence with him. He whipped to the side and saw a young man pressed against the wall, although something about him indicated he wasn't a threat. Logan lowered his gun ever so slightly.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
Duncan held his breath as he heard the other individual come closer, starting to fear that discovery was inevitable. And it was. When the other pointed the gun and flashlight combo at him Duncan was blinded for a moment, instinctively turning away and taking a step back. He noticed the gun lowering because the light did so as well and he looked back up, his eyes still readjusting and his heart in his throat after this real-life jump scare. He had a hard time seeing the other well, and the main thing he noticed was the sheer size of the guy. In combination with the gun Duncan was well aware of just how little of a chance he stood if the man had ill intentions and that did little to calm his nerves.
The nerves made his power unstable, but it didn't manifest itself as anything more noticeable than what could easily be interpreted as gusts of air coming from the depths of the temple.
His eyes we wary as he looked from the man to his gun and back at the man himself, who's question was almost a relief. At least the guy wasn't here because of him, that was something.
"Duncan," he answered, his voice somewhat hoarse. "Who're you?"
The nerves made his power unstable, but it didn't manifest itself as anything more noticeable than what could easily be interpreted as gusts of air coming from the depths of the temple.
His eyes we wary as he looked from the man to his gun and back at the man himself, who's question was almost a relief. At least the guy wasn't here because of him, that was something.
"Duncan," he answered, his voice somewhat hoarse. "Who're you?"
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