II. [ An abomination, she calls it. A mighty wonder, she also thinks.
For as Semira follows the gliding light down into an unknown location, there has been nobody to really discuss these sudden changes she's recently witnessed unfolding around her. Constant darkness, their city encased in a dome, attempts to make her weekly call to her parents subjecting her ears to constant static and robotic apologies instead of stern judgement and frantic advice.
Reaching the entrance of the old subway station, footfalls leaving a visible trail of prints in the snow, the woman tosses a singular look over her shoulder. Then she looks forward, in the stark darkness within the station. Semira stands still, motionless, not taking the plunge forward just yet. Eyebrow twitching, she presses her fingers against her temple and expels an exasperated sigh. ]
This is absurd.
IV. [ Semira cannot tear her eyes away from this spectacle in the skies above. None of the cinematic choices seem to be much to her liking. Run-of-the-mill CGI movies have never been her cup of tea. But there's definitely something to be said about watching giant-sized robots duking it out on the big, big screen.
Processing all this in before returning home, she slows down her gait when a park comes into view. The film has concluding, rounding the conclusion off with ending credits. Semira approaches someone looking up at the skies, taking the initiative of sitting down next to them, folding a leg over another. Perhaps she knows you, perhaps she doesn't -- hardly makes much of a difference. ]
How much do you think they have spent on this endeavor? [ Hands spread in a wide gesture to the dome above, emphasis on the mysterious they. ] By the looks of it, this is a billion dollar enterprise.
BONUS.
[ Whatever the video chat may be, and that terrible song to boot, Semira remains unfazed. She smiles at the camera without much emotion meeting her eyes. ]
Fancy meeting you here, with such a lovely tune to set the mood. [ She looks around her kitchen, tilting her head in curiosity. ]
What do you think I should drink tonight to celebrate our fateful encounter, hm?
[ Workshop comment is over here if you'd like to plot! ]
semiramis | fate/apocrypha
[ An abomination, she calls it. A mighty wonder, she also thinks.
For as Semira follows the gliding light down into an unknown location, there has been nobody to really discuss these sudden changes she's recently witnessed unfolding around her. Constant darkness, their city encased in a dome, attempts to make her weekly call to her parents subjecting her ears to constant static and robotic apologies instead of stern judgement and frantic advice.
Reaching the entrance of the old subway station, footfalls leaving a visible trail of prints in the snow, the woman tosses a singular look over her shoulder. Then she looks forward, in the stark darkness within the station. Semira stands still, motionless, not taking the plunge forward just yet. Eyebrow twitching, she presses her fingers against her temple and expels an exasperated sigh. ]
This is absurd.
IV.
[ Semira cannot tear her eyes away from this spectacle in the skies above. None of the cinematic choices seem to be much to her liking. Run-of-the-mill CGI movies have never been her cup of tea. But there's definitely something to be said about watching giant-sized robots duking it out on the big, big screen.
Processing all this in before returning home, she slows down her gait when a park comes into view. The film has concluding, rounding the conclusion off with ending credits. Semira approaches someone looking up at the skies, taking the initiative of sitting down next to them, folding a leg over another. Perhaps she knows you, perhaps she doesn't -- hardly makes much of a difference. ]
How much do you think they have spent on this endeavor? [ Hands spread in a wide gesture to the dome above, emphasis on the mysterious they. ] By the looks of it, this is a billion dollar enterprise.
BONUS.
[ Whatever the video chat may be, and that terrible song to boot, Semira remains unfazed. She smiles at the camera without much emotion meeting her eyes. ]
Fancy meeting you here, with such a lovely tune to set the mood. [ She looks around her kitchen, tilting her head in curiosity. ]
What do you think I should drink tonight to celebrate our fateful encounter, hm?
[ Workshop comment is over here if you'd like to plot! ]