Eminence

Hazel furrowed her brow as Moonlight explained their situation. Her Catholic upbringing rejected the idea, assuring her that she must be dreaming. But the agnostic side of her whispered, Why would it not be true? We have no way of knowing that. And does it even matter if we can return home? She shook her head slightly and said,

So... if we go through there, we can get back home? That seems so... simple.

Dion offered up a slight chuckle at Moonlight. “Our religion? We don’t believe in that ascension nonsense, I know what you’re talking about, but that’s some of the more fringe beliefs, and conspiracies.” The former Imperial commander explained.

“I believe that when we die, Charon ferries our souls to the afterlife, The righteous go to Elysium, and the damned go to Tartarus, or I suppose you call it Hel, or whatever one chooses to call it. But if we’re not truly dead, then perhaps somehow, we all survived whatever was to take our lives.”

He looked towards the rock, and grimaced. What did the gods have in store for him.

He turned back to Moonlight, and cantered his head.

“You sure seem to know a lot about us, for an Alien that I’ve never seen before.” Dion added.

Peter kind of shook his head. He didn't know if he died, and he didn't think it much mattered.
He taps his fingernails against his plated armor and remarks, "If we are to leave, why not get to it?" He was slightly impatient, but it didn't much bother him.

With a calm shrug, Moonlight explained to Hazel, "Yup! That blue light can simply take us out of here. However, I've tried to escape that way before, and it failed spectacularly! It also won't take any of us home immediately." Clearing his throat, he extrapolated, "I can't reach the light." It was a lame finish, and he knew it, "I was hoping you could since you are smaller than us, the Aether would let you through; and the rest of us could follow, since we're in your war-band."

He gave Hazel a moment to think, turning to Dion with a stoic look of determined analysis. "So... You are... an accountant?" Moonlight's face went through several phases of grief in a record two seconds. "The records led me to believe you were the least common denominator..." Resisting the urge to poke and prod at the Aschen relic, Moonlight asked something he probably shouldn't have, "You speak Ancient..." He cleared his throat, looking around to make sure the four of them were alone; the rest of the thought was slow and cryptic.

"That tongue was granted to you for a reason, don't squander it because your birthright sent you down the wrong path."

He leveled an eye towards Peter, levity returning to his voice, "If you can squeeze through this barrier and open the Gate, be my guest; you're almost twice my width in your armor though."

Peter shrugs. "I don't think I could fit, even without my armor." He faces Haze. "Haze, do you think you could try?"

/write Haze stuttered slightly, taking a moment to look at the towering mountain before replying, "Y-yeah, I think I could make it through." She walked closer, placing a small hand on the rough stone and slipping through the crack.

Haze Drallen has left the area, heading in towards Aperture.

Peter looks on as the young girl moves into the crack, then remarks, "Well, here goes," and then walks into the opening.

Peter R. Sheffield has left the area, heading in towards Aperture.

With a wild smile, Moonlight followed the two into unknown

Dances-In-Moonlight has left the area, heading in towards Aperture.

Peter R. Sheffield has arrived, coming from Genesis.

Peter R. Sheffield has left the area, heading in towards Aperture.