That would be… a surprisingly candid answer if it wasn’t also deeply weird. And yet, thinking about it, Noah finds he sort of believes it? As much as he hates remembering the stretching room, the way it grew and shifted definitely wasn’t anything a normal building would do. Although as for the exact “how” and “why” it sounds like even the Host isn’t sure.
(And Noah certainly isn’t going to try asking the Mansion any questions- even if the Host had said “Oh sure, it’ll answer you immediately,” he’d just feel like too much of an idiot for talking to a building.)
He mostly puts it out of his mind once the problem of actually following the Host is there.
“But-” Noah cuts himself off. He can’t think of any objections to what the Host says beyond “But I would prefer to be in a normal building,” or “But I don’t believe you,” neither of which seem likely to change his situation. And what has the Host been saying…?
“...watch your step!"
“If you find yourselves dallying...”
“Remember, I said no running.”
“Step lively!”
“No running now…”
“Kindly step this way…”
...No running, but no stopping. At least, Noah thinks that’s what the Host is getting at.
Right. Noah takes a steadying breath and another tentative step forward, but this time he tries to really look at his surroundings, not just timidly creep after the footsteps. (Even if the abyss makes his stomach lurch.) He’s still not in the best frame of mind for this- it takes him longer than it maybe should to notice the routes that aren’t directly in front of him, but the Host may be gratified to see Noah does keep moving.
Of course, he nearly freezes up the first time he he has to double back, and then he wants to bolt forward so he doesn’t lose track of the Host. But he manages to force his shaky limbs into a more or less even pace, albeit with a lot of focus.
Because of that, Noah stays very quiet for a good portion of the room, but as enough time passes without him falling to his gory death he calms down enough to glance at the Host’s footsteps, and gesture with a thumb in the direction of the creepy eyes.
“What are those?” he asks, in a quiet, nervous voice. “...And please don’t just say ‘eyes’ because I can see that much for myself.”
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Date: 2018-12-20 12:37 pm (UTC)(And Noah certainly isn’t going to try asking the Mansion any questions- even if the Host had said “Oh sure, it’ll answer you immediately,” he’d just feel like too much of an idiot for talking to a building.)
He mostly puts it out of his mind once the problem of actually following the Host is there.
“But-” Noah cuts himself off. He can’t think of any objections to what the Host says beyond “But I would prefer to be in a normal building,” or “But I don’t believe you,” neither of which seem likely to change his situation. And what has the Host been saying…?
“...watch your step!"
“If you find yourselves dallying...”
“Remember, I said no running.”
“Step lively!”
“No running now…”
“Kindly step this way…”
...No running, but no stopping. At least, Noah thinks that’s what the Host is getting at.
Right. Noah takes a steadying breath and another tentative step forward, but this time he tries to really look at his surroundings, not just timidly creep after the footsteps. (Even if the abyss makes his stomach lurch.) He’s still not in the best frame of mind for this- it takes him longer than it maybe should to notice the routes that aren’t directly in front of him, but the Host may be gratified to see Noah does keep moving.
Of course, he nearly freezes up the first time he he has to double back, and then he wants to bolt forward so he doesn’t lose track of the Host. But he manages to force his shaky limbs into a more or less even pace, albeit with a lot of focus.
Because of that, Noah stays very quiet for a good portion of the room, but as enough time passes without him falling to his gory death he calms down enough to glance at the Host’s footsteps, and gesture with a thumb in the direction of the creepy eyes.
“What are those?” he asks, in a quiet, nervous voice. “...And please don’t just say ‘eyes’ because I can see that much for myself.”