realityshifted

Entry tags:

01

[He appears on the plane, a tall and colourlessly pale man in a suit and shades. The world around him has changed dramatically, but his mute expression (or, more appropriately, the lack thereof) suggests no alarm whatsoever. His stance is not exactly rigid, but very still; he does not shift his weight or idly move his limbs. He looks forward for a beat before slowly turning his head to the side, up, down in a slow and liquid manner to wordlessly take in his surroundings. His voice, deep and cold, contains only enough inflection to sound human, but lacks enough that he sounds dryly bored. The slightest twitch of his eyebrow is all that betrays his confusion.]

Architect.

[He looks again to each side pointedly, expression still unchanged even as the slightest note of anger creeps beneath his voice.]

What are you doing?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[.___. Fffff how to answer this question.] Well. Um. Right now I'm an angel.

We can see that.

....ah. [N-not sure what to say.]

[One idles, looking off before slowly turning to stare at Henriette; only the barest of inflections reveals that the following is a question]

Right now?

N...normally I'm a cyborg. [THESE TWO MAKE HER NERVOUS. ;~;]

[The slightest tilt to the head accompanying a sharpening of focus]

From the surface.

[Sees the increased focus and tenses.] S...surface?

Edited 2008-11-11 23:31 (UTC)

[Continues watching her; her actions cause a tiny flicker of doubt that wiggles to Two, though it is perfectly possible she is being duplicitous for some reason.]

[The scrutiny is kicking her conditioning into action, unfortunately.] What do you want?

[Fortunately for One; this is less perplexing]

Information.

[Well, she can understand that, so she relaxes. A little. A bit.] About what?

Our surroundings.

Oh! This is your first time here? Well, this is the Astral plane. It's... there are people from a lot of worlds here.

[blank stare]

[Scary person. D:] Um... Well... It's like a meeting place...?

[echoes Two's words in the exact same voice]

Like the Trainman.

Who's the Trainman?

You're not from the Source.

N...no?

[He doesn't exactly turn away or focus on something else, but he does in fact begin to ignore her]

They must be jacked in.

[the slightest twitch of the lip that translates in twin-speak to We are Surrounded by dumb redpills]

From... Rome.

(no subject)

tworiffic.livejournal.com - 2008-11-12 22:21 (UTC) - Expand

[The angel's reaction sparks a lightbulb in Two's mind. He communicates the idea silently to his twin through their connection. Perhaps we are in between. The rest is spoken:]
Like the Trainman.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only