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Apr. 27th, 2012
[02 | Central{Video} Discoveries]
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azoftheozFrom the moment Azkadellia had taken possession of the tablet on the table in that odd little room where she arrived there had been a blinking red dot on the monitor. Names moved around, people she didn’t know and those that she did went about their lives, and still the light blinked.
Reading what had been gathered by others to assists those new to the city, Azkadellia had learned much. Including that many brought something with them yet when Azkadellia arrived there had been nothing on the table but the tablet with its constantly blinking light. Whatever the beings that brought them there had equipped Azkadellia with must be there where that light blinked.
A blinking light that Azkadellia avoided for as long as she could. Time had, in her mind, run out. She had to know what it was, if only so she could work to start her life over here.
Following the map, she quickly found herself standing before a building that looked nothing like anywhere she had ever been in the O.Z.. That did not stop her from pressing her hand to the pad beside the door.
Inside was sparsely decorated, comfortable enough without being the lavishness she was used to. A single great room with kitchen and a separate bedroom, minimal furniture. In truth, Azkadellia thought it was quaint, except for one thing.
At one end of the long room was a door nothing like the rest of the loft. The door was heavy steel, reinforced and, worse than that, familiar. The heels of her boots echoed on the wood floor as she moved closer. Tablet clutched in one hand, she reached out and ran her hand along the metal, warm to the touch and fairly vibrating with magic. Not only magic. Her magic.
Even before she used that same magic to open the door, Azkadellia knew. She knew exactly what would lie beyond as the door swung open. A room familiar to her from the dark walls to the sheen of the floor. Even the scent of the room. All of it was exact down to the last detail. Including one that made her gasp, hand covering her mouth.
Metal gleamed around encapsulated liquid, tubes leading to the brain as well as out and away. Suspended within the sickly looking liquid was a brain. Not just any brain, Azkadellia knew. It was Ambrose’s brain. The brain she, no the witch, had removed for the sun seeder.
Hands shaking, she fought to remember the details needed to activate the tablet’s video function. Desperate and trembling, she hit the button to make it private to two people, her sister and Ambrose. Without realizing it, she hit it again so that it broadcast to everyone.
“DG? Ambrose? I… It seems I brought Ambrose’s brain with me,” she managed to say, voice barely more than a whisper.
Reading what had been gathered by others to assists those new to the city, Azkadellia had learned much. Including that many brought something with them yet when Azkadellia arrived there had been nothing on the table but the tablet with its constantly blinking light. Whatever the beings that brought them there had equipped Azkadellia with must be there where that light blinked.
A blinking light that Azkadellia avoided for as long as she could. Time had, in her mind, run out. She had to know what it was, if only so she could work to start her life over here.
Following the map, she quickly found herself standing before a building that looked nothing like anywhere she had ever been in the O.Z.. That did not stop her from pressing her hand to the pad beside the door.
Inside was sparsely decorated, comfortable enough without being the lavishness she was used to. A single great room with kitchen and a separate bedroom, minimal furniture. In truth, Azkadellia thought it was quaint, except for one thing.
At one end of the long room was a door nothing like the rest of the loft. The door was heavy steel, reinforced and, worse than that, familiar. The heels of her boots echoed on the wood floor as she moved closer. Tablet clutched in one hand, she reached out and ran her hand along the metal, warm to the touch and fairly vibrating with magic. Not only magic. Her magic.
Even before she used that same magic to open the door, Azkadellia knew. She knew exactly what would lie beyond as the door swung open. A room familiar to her from the dark walls to the sheen of the floor. Even the scent of the room. All of it was exact down to the last detail. Including one that made her gasp, hand covering her mouth.
Metal gleamed around encapsulated liquid, tubes leading to the brain as well as out and away. Suspended within the sickly looking liquid was a brain. Not just any brain, Azkadellia knew. It was Ambrose’s brain. The brain she, no the witch, had removed for the sun seeder.
Hands shaking, she fought to remember the details needed to activate the tablet’s video function. Desperate and trembling, she hit the button to make it private to two people, her sister and Ambrose. Without realizing it, she hit it again so that it broadcast to everyone.
“DG? Ambrose? I… It seems I brought Ambrose’s brain with me,” she managed to say, voice barely more than a whisper.