Karen
*"Oh."*

Kirch seemed slightly annoyed by the fact that he questioned, yet nonetheless also appeared slightly responsible for having not told him just what on earth was inside that satchel. With no more than a slight pause, she motioned toward the device — the satchel, with an odd sort of interface on its side — and explained succintly:

"That's a tether. A *Vektet-*Class Anomalistic Realm Exploration Tether — a VARET, if you're being specific."
"It's a device that directly overrides the anomalistic means of teleportation that the *Vektet* Uses to transport things in-and-out of its midst. Effectively, it allows us to control where the teleportative ground gate of the superstructure sends us. In short, it's your ticket to the Second Floor."

"Everything is already tuned for the Second Floor. That means that all you have to worry about is whether or not the little blue light is on," She spoke, pointing toward the small interface on the satchel. As she described, there was a persistent, blue light emanating from the interface.

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"Oh, and. It's the way you're getting out of the superstructure. If you lose it, it gets damaged, or, for some God-forsaken reason, you *Turn it off,* You're fucked. Do you catch my drift?"

So she described. The device was mostly autonomous; the Weaver wouldn't have to worry about its specifics, so long as he wasn't planning on tinkering with it for one reason or another.

Adjusting her sleeve, Kirch glared down at a watch affixed to her left arm. With a slight squint, she stared back up at the Weaver.

"For information-security concerns, I'm. Required to stay on this facility until you return. *So."* 

...She unsubtly made implication, tilting her head toward the open gate located at the bottom of the superstructure. Without any hindrances between him and the chamber within, the Weaver could board the *Vektet* As soon as he pleased. All it would take was a short pace forward, and a brief period of wait as the Ground Gate brought him to the Second Floor.
Garrett
..No need to continue a conversation any further. Everything's been explained to him. The big upside down pyramid, what he would be doing, the pentagram he drew on the tablet..

So without waiting any longer, he put a foot forward.

It hadn't dawned on him the task that he would be doing and what he would be entering until that single step.

He felt his mind clear and remember that, at the end of the day, he's not superhuman like these people. He might know magic, and be really good at it, but he can't heal himself the same way he can others. His blood is worth it's value in gold but for him, it's just draining his energy away.

The Weaver paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and finally resuming his walk. His hands were lightly trembling. Was it from the lack of blood circulating in him, hunger that he hadn't quenched for a while, or simply fear, rational fear for what he was about to do?

He didn't know himself.

He turned his head sideways for Kirch despite not seeing her, simply giving a subtle nod and not saying another word.
Alexandria
As the Red Weaver makes his way into the vast, hollow midst of the *Vektet's* Ground gate, he soon found himself elevated atop the cylindrical tablet of stone, engraved in manifold, infinitely-complex runes of foreign nature. An arcane presence enshrouds his body, as he quickly found himself in the presence of a subtle, yet almost *Divine* Presence of a strange, azure-blue magical energy. Its glow grew and grew, and soon he found himself completely swallowed by the mystic presence of the sudden energy, as the world around himself was *`whisked away, into a location entirely foreign...`*