Emerick might have argued that the strangeness of their arrival was only rivaled by the complete lack of the population that should have been here but, in truth? He'd assumed that his fixer had shipped him out to some random place and his reward for keeping him informed was his life. He was missing time, with only incoherent flashes as recollection.
"I'm not sure to make of most of this. It all feels very... Synthetic. Unfinished, even. I fluctuate between wondering where the people have gone, and wondering if there ever were people to begin with." His gaze fell back down to Loki. His gaze flicked to make direct eye contact before sweeping away into the trees. He was a little embarrassed to admit that there was a part of him wondering if people had been here at all. He recognized that perhaps he'd been spending a little too much time on the conspiracy boards looking for leads.
"I'm just not sure why someone would spend the money to build out a city at this level of detail. On the other hand... The lack of animals, of people, the blank records -- something just doesn't feel quite right about it all." Magic, of course, wasn't an option to Emerick. That was reserved for the books he read in his spare time: pure high fantasy fiction escapism from the real world.
"And if it is the case that this was an actual city with people living in it... If it were some kind of emergency then surely the records wouldn't be destroyed and replaced with plain paper, and the fact that it can't be an emergency is, I mean, the implications scare me." Having enough time to plan out how to get rid of every single piece of animal life and destroy all associated records couldn't be a good thing in the slightest, and that made Emerick uncomfortable to think about. This place could be some blacksite, an epidemiology lab, weapon's testing - and so on - and Emerick's mind was sifting through the possibilities uncomfortably.
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"I'm not sure to make of most of this. It all feels very... Synthetic. Unfinished, even. I fluctuate between wondering where the people have gone, and wondering if there ever were people to begin with." His gaze fell back down to Loki. His gaze flicked to make direct eye contact before sweeping away into the trees. He was a little embarrassed to admit that there was a part of him wondering if people had been here at all. He recognized that perhaps he'd been spending a little too much time on the conspiracy boards looking for leads.
"I'm just not sure why someone would spend the money to build out a city at this level of detail. On the other hand... The lack of animals, of people, the blank records -- something just doesn't feel quite right about it all." Magic, of course, wasn't an option to Emerick. That was reserved for the books he read in his spare time: pure high fantasy fiction escapism from the real world.
"And if it is the case that this was an actual city with people living in it... If it were some kind of emergency then surely the records wouldn't be destroyed and replaced with plain paper, and the fact that it can't be an emergency is, I mean, the implications scare me." Having enough time to plan out how to get rid of every single piece of animal life and destroy all associated records couldn't be a good thing in the slightest, and that made Emerick uncomfortable to think about. This place could be some blacksite, an epidemiology lab, weapon's testing - and so on - and Emerick's mind was sifting through the possibilities uncomfortably.