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raqia_rp2014-08-17 04:54 pm
opening_act) wrote in raqia_rp2014-08-17 04:54 pm
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Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, Afternoon
Where: The Arena
What: With any luck, answers.
[ You've met each other, and at least some of the confused amnesiacs have ventured out into the closest thing the sealed city has to open air, outside the dormitory building they woke in. The arena loomed large, the biggest landmark the city had to offer, and at some elected to explore the large building.
For those that didn't, the grand flash of light that fills the streets, coming from the direction of the Arena may call attention to it.
For those already there, the blinding light that suddenly blazed into existence is impossible to miss, pure and bright. If they closed their eyes reflexively, they may not notice, but the observant might notice that the flash left no afterimage on their closed eyelids. For those with their eyes left open, they will find the light doesn't hurt, or diminish their vision when they look away, though they still have difficulty seeing into that burning core.
Not long after, the light starts to dim. At the core of it, a mass of brilliant wings, too numerous to count keeps itself aloft in a constant whirr of motion and feathers. Or— maybe that's wrong, in certain moments there are no pure white feathers but stripped musculature, raw and writhing, with far too many eyes hidden amongst the folds.
Will you approach? ]
When: Day 1, Afternoon
Where: The Arena
What: With any luck, answers.
[ You've met each other, and at least some of the confused amnesiacs have ventured out into the closest thing the sealed city has to open air, outside the dormitory building they woke in. The arena loomed large, the biggest landmark the city had to offer, and at some elected to explore the large building.
For those that didn't, the grand flash of light that fills the streets, coming from the direction of the Arena may call attention to it.
For those already there, the blinding light that suddenly blazed into existence is impossible to miss, pure and bright. If they closed their eyes reflexively, they may not notice, but the observant might notice that the flash left no afterimage on their closed eyelids. For those with their eyes left open, they will find the light doesn't hurt, or diminish their vision when they look away, though they still have difficulty seeing into that burning core.
Not long after, the light starts to dim. At the core of it, a mass of brilliant wings, too numerous to count keeps itself aloft in a constant whirr of motion and feathers. Or— maybe that's wrong, in certain moments there are no pure white feathers but stripped musculature, raw and writhing, with far too many eyes hidden amongst the folds.
Will you approach? ]
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[ why would you be bothered by the ball of wings ]
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It's fine. . .?
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That's a pretty understandable response, I think. Do you want to go to the greenhouse?
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[ brightens ]
Yes, that sounds nice. It's very. . . closed, here? It would be good to break down the walls, someday.
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Thank you.