[Sayo snatches the notebook and pencil from Paul without a second thought, although she at least has the good graces to mumble something along the lines of "thank you" as she sketches out the layout of the room. She nods, then without any other warning violently kicks one of the tiles near her as she continues scribbling in the notebook Paul gave her.
It moves a millimeter and Sayo reels back, clutching her foot and hissing in pain, but she keeps her eyes on the streams of blood trickling in, her grin widening and revealing her fangs when she sees what's happening.]
There it is. [She sounds like a child unwrapping presents on their birthday, unable to contain her unbridled delight at exploring a real ancient tomb with real deathtraps. Any fear of the consequences of failure is dampened by how little Sayo regards her life at the moment, which she views as an advantage for clear thinking.] Looks like the Pthumerians gave us a < pop quiz >! [She says those words with a peculiar cadence that would sound strange to Paul, but Kaworu might recognize as a Japanese person peppering English into their sentences to sound < cool >.]
The tiles are themed after the moons, the seasons—which we can already see arranged on the wall— [she twirls her pencil, stopping its momentum three times to point at the murals covering the walls of the room,] and most crucially, the Patron Pthumerians. This is a calendar.
I reckon that our best bet is to solve the tile puzzle so that each of the tiles are placed in the appropriate order for the full Waking World year. Problem being that every time we move one of these, the blood starts to run faster! Ingenious, really. If we dither too long on puzzling out the optimal combination of movements, the blood will eventually overtake us. If we carelessly shuffle the tiles around, the flood will accelerate and we'll drown in no time.
I have to admire the form. Pity I'm caught in it rather than just observing it.
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It moves a millimeter and Sayo reels back, clutching her foot and hissing in pain, but she keeps her eyes on the streams of blood trickling in, her grin widening and revealing her fangs when she sees what's happening.]
There it is. [She sounds like a child unwrapping presents on their birthday, unable to contain her unbridled delight at exploring a real ancient tomb with real deathtraps. Any fear of the consequences of failure is dampened by how little Sayo regards her life at the moment, which she views as an advantage for clear thinking.] Looks like the Pthumerians gave us a < pop quiz >! [She says those words with a peculiar cadence that would sound strange to Paul, but Kaworu might recognize as a Japanese person peppering English into their sentences to sound < cool >.]
The tiles are themed after the moons, the seasons—which we can already see arranged on the wall— [she twirls her pencil, stopping its momentum three times to point at the murals covering the walls of the room,] and most crucially, the Patron Pthumerians. This is a calendar.
I reckon that our best bet is to solve the tile puzzle so that each of the tiles are placed in the appropriate order for the full Waking World year. Problem being that every time we move one of these, the blood starts to run faster! Ingenious, really. If we dither too long on puzzling out the optimal combination of movements, the blood will eventually overtake us. If we carelessly shuffle the tiles around, the flood will accelerate and we'll drown in no time.
I have to admire the form. Pity I'm caught in it rather than just observing it.