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epidemiology2016-03-15 08:26 pm
adlantisag) wrote in epidemiology2016-03-15 08:26 pm
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CHARACTERS: Kida (adlantisag) and Pearl (beyourrock)
DATE: around 03/13, late.
WARNINGS: lots of death, mentions of war/colonialism
SUMMARY: ALASTAIR has offered Kida a trip home. Visiting hours for Atlantis will close soon.
Pearl? Are you there? I need you.
adlantisag) and Pearl (beyourrock)DATE: around 03/13, late.
WARNINGS: lots of death, mentions of war/colonialism
SUMMARY: ALASTAIR has offered Kida a trip home. Visiting hours for Atlantis will close soon.
[ A painting appeared one day in her inn room in Chantes. It was enormous, about a metre high and nearly two deep, and she hadn't shown it to anyone. It followed her through the city, smuggled to and fro, kept in a goblin family's basement before being lost in the commotion of Chimera attacks and assassination.
It was a painting of Atlantis, her Atlantis: blue and faded and pale, mossy, stalactites dripping like icicles over old ruins. And yet it was painted in colours she couldn't discern the provenance of, with paints and pigments nothing like those traditional to her people. Brushstrokes from a master's hand, and yet it bore no signature, only a small sigil upon the back: three circles framing a triangle, stamped in purple ink. ALASTAIR.
How something like it exists, she doesn't know; or perhaps she does. When she'd arrived in Oska—properly arrived—the painting had been mounted over her bed, and the sight of it had cheered her somewhat, as if her people were watching over her. It makes the loss of the sun each night easier to bear.
Today, she returns to her quarters to find it changed.
She doesn't recognize the city in the painting now, but she knows it in her bones. It is green, bright and golden and green and very much alive. Pale stone in spirals forming aqueducts and tunnels and roads out, out, out into the wide world. The lush sprawl of nature in every direction and above, only a vaulted sky. Atlantis-that-was.
She reaches out, touches the surface, gasps to feel it shiver like water under her fingertips. And she knows, in that moment, what her painting is and what it can do.
She hesitates a very long time before selecting a name from her jewelry. She thinks of Hellboy, but doesn't want a protector. She thinks of Archer, but she needs support he can't provide.
The call she sends out is almost tentative. ]
It was a painting of Atlantis, her Atlantis: blue and faded and pale, mossy, stalactites dripping like icicles over old ruins. And yet it was painted in colours she couldn't discern the provenance of, with paints and pigments nothing like those traditional to her people. Brushstrokes from a master's hand, and yet it bore no signature, only a small sigil upon the back: three circles framing a triangle, stamped in purple ink. ALASTAIR.
How something like it exists, she doesn't know; or perhaps she does. When she'd arrived in Oska—properly arrived—the painting had been mounted over her bed, and the sight of it had cheered her somewhat, as if her people were watching over her. It makes the loss of the sun each night easier to bear.
Today, she returns to her quarters to find it changed.
She doesn't recognize the city in the painting now, but she knows it in her bones. It is green, bright and golden and green and very much alive. Pale stone in spirals forming aqueducts and tunnels and roads out, out, out into the wide world. The lush sprawl of nature in every direction and above, only a vaulted sky. Atlantis-that-was.
She reaches out, touches the surface, gasps to feel it shiver like water under her fingertips. And she knows, in that moment, what her painting is and what it can do.
She hesitates a very long time before selecting a name from her jewelry. She thinks of Hellboy, but doesn't want a protector. She thinks of Archer, but she needs support he can't provide.
The call she sends out is almost tentative. ]
Pearl? Are you there? I need you.