Organic Angel Alexiel (
confined_to_briah) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-09-16 04:28 am
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Is this truly the focus of the City? ( There is a pained yelp in the background and then a nasty thud. ) Do you have no pride?!
Do not touch me! ( No yelp or thud resounds this time. Instead, the sound of pavement cracking under the force of a blade and great wings flapping follows that warning.
. . . ) Foolish humans. I am in no mood to dance.
( Truthfully, she has never been in the mood to dance. )
Can't you see there are greater matters to attend to?! Why are you so complacent? ( And sparkly. ) Like cattle to the slaughter.
I know there is more to you than this! ( The sound of fabric being ripped ends the feed.
Somewhere in the City, a glittery costume is falling from the heavens. )
Do not touch me! ( No yelp or thud resounds this time. Instead, the sound of pavement cracking under the force of a blade and great wings flapping follows that warning.
. . . ) Foolish humans. I am in no mood to dance.
( Truthfully, she has never been in the mood to dance. )
Can't you see there are greater matters to attend to?! Why are you so complacent? ( And sparkly. ) Like cattle to the slaughter.
I know there is more to you than this! ( The sound of fabric being ripped ends the feed.
Somewhere in the City, a glittery costume is falling from the heavens. )

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( Happy, City? There are now undergarments - sparkly undergarments - falling from the sky. It's a weird day for someone.
Alexiel lands on one of the windowsills, clothed in only her long hair. She peeks into the room before knocking.
Is this what it feels like to be locked out of your own house? That sparkly dress definitely hadn't had any pockets for keys. )