"Wait..."
Athena nudged Phoenix aside from the window, looking out again for herself. "Hey... I know where we are!"
"Hmm?" Phoenix turned to see her. "Where?"
Athena pointed out the window at a nearby structure of some kind. "See that? Doesn't it look kinda familiar, Boss?"
Phoenix followed her gesture, squinting at the structure. "... Should it?"
"Yes!" Athena said, rolling her eyes, "See the logo?"
Phoenix blinked. "Logo?"
He looked again. Their surroundings were rather dark, and the tall structure Athena was indicating just looked like a wall to him. He scanned over it in more detail, and his fact lit up.
"Oh-!"
The faintly familiar GYAXA insignia took up much of the space on the wall outside of their office.
"The... the space centre?" he inquired.
Athena grinned. "Yep! I'm positive of it -- we're in the space centre!"
"And we're tiny." Apollo added, joining the conversation. "What's going on here?"
"I dunno." Athena replied, shrugging. "I just know that this is the space centre. See the big GYAXA logo out there?"
Apollo took a turn at the window.
"... That looks like a binder." he observed. "Like something one of the scientists would have."
"Yeah, I thought so, too." Athena agreed. "Maybe this is a lab."
Before the conversation could continue, blinding lights suddenly flared on. The trio at the window staggered back, covering their eyes. Trucy was the only one still standing back, and she avoided the abrupt flash of light.
"Ngh..."
Athena moved forward again once her vision cleared. She set her hands on the windowsill, but then froze quite suddenly.
"... Athena?" Apollo called out, reaching to her shoulder. She twitched when his hand touched her. Concerned, Apollo looked out the window again for himself.
"... Oh."
He knew why Athena had suddenly frozen up. This was definitely the space centre they'd wound up in. He even knew exactly the specific room.
The familiar sights of the robotics laboratory most commonly occupied by robotics engineer Aura Blackquill could now be clearly seen beyond the windows.
"A-Athena..." he began, gently urging her away from the window. This was the very room that Athena's mother had been murdered in.
He had about a thousand questions. How and why had they, along with their office, been shrunken down to this small size, how had they ended up in Ms. Blackquill's lab -- entirely too many mysteries to solve were swirling around in his head.
Athena stepped back, and Apollo took a gentle hold on her shoulders. She was shaking just a bit.
"I'm... I'm OK." she said, closing her eyes. "Th-thanks, though."
"You're sure?" Apollo checked.
"Y-yeah. I'll be alright." Athena answered, nodding.
There wasn't time for debate. The clicking of someone's footsteps could be heard outside of the office. Their office was resting on top of a table or desk of some kind here in the robotics lab, so the lab's occupant could probably notice them easily.
(So, is it...?)
Apollo moved back to the window and got his answer. Outside, the familiar figure of Aura Blackquill herself was crossing the room.
Aura had spent several months in prison following her brother's re-trial, and was now out and on something similar to house arrest. She lived here in the space centre, and was allowed to do much of the same work she'd done before.
She didn't wear her hair in its old dual-spiked style any more. Instead, her lengthy violet hair hung freely down her back, swaying lightly with her steps. Her lab uniform was the same as ever, her high-heeled shoes the source of the clicking the group could hear.
Aura was approaching their position. Thinking back to when he'd last been in this lab, Apollo remembered the general locations of the furnishings. This was probably Aura's own desk they were on top of.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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