Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190418152359

"Will'll come with us." Tanner said. "C'mon."

They followed the hallway, which continued in bends, each turning like the last. Outside the walls, they could hear the groan of the metal arms moving and sliding against each other as X-13 continued to configure around them.

Morgan cut her hands on the shredded metal, but pulled herself over the lip without much difficult. Up above her, she could see the metal plates that had once configured X-13's interior swinging around. Perhaps something that had been concealed before was visible now.

Jared and the rest pushed their way through Chinatown, and soon emerged back out into the westside of the city  Here, the streets were wider, the buildings smaller and further apart, and it was generally quiet. As they followed winding boulevards beneath quiet, ancient residences they soon came to a large rotunda. Below them the Palace of Fine Arts unfolded.

It was massive, a sprawling collection of pillars, arches, and domed pavillion, like the great Parthaneon or Jefferson Memorial. The dome itself was whtie caped, the stone colors of rust and clay. Friezes of Greek figures were delicately carved into the stone work.



In the water just beyond the dome a second structure rose. Rising from the water, curved and shining, it looked almost like a tidal wave, frozen in steel. It was crafted in such a way that it looked almost to be clinging to the domed structure.

This was the Steel Palace, the headquarters of the Shi, which drew its desiignation from the Palace of Fine Arts, a name long forgotten to anyone who wasn't Tanner (who was, after all, an aficionado for anything Greek).