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Photu shook his hand and chuckled, "I'd feared they'd be like that. No matter. I can make do with the weapons I have. I can't carry all my equipment with me. I'll have to furnish at least some of it on-site. I suppose I can't have a description of this 049 when it's prone to going off on its own."

The woman rose one eyebrow, "If I find it's left me any messages behind would you like the nightmares? The things you often store here are subtle creatures."

As the rickety slow elevator trundled ever downward Photu busied herself making mental notes. Multitasking wasn't hard the woman smiled as Photu started the threads of creations she would need. Simple tools, at least to her, would have to come first. They were fairly easy to improvise of raw detritus and ritual. Clay tablets from nearby dirt and a little blood helpfully in ample supply.