Post by Magda on Dec 7, 2011 13:52:16 GMT -5
For New York, it was Friday. Well, it was probably a Wednesday, actually considering the cloudy weather they’d had today, or maybe a Tuesday. Magda suspected a Tuesday, but she’d lost count of the weekdays a long time ago.
At any rate, it felt like a Friday, or at least it did to her. There was a feeling of calmness, a ‘thank God the week’s finally over’ atmosphere in the air and a sense of anticipation that felt like the weekend was coming.
Only... instead of looking forward to the weekend and leaving behind a week of work, she was looking forward to a battle after years of passive war.
Two figures make their way across the edge of the vast and desolate desert, one tall and female, the other shorter and falling behind with trudging steps. They are tiny flecks of back clothing against a backdrop of orange sand. As we pan across we catch snippets of complaints from the shorter figure. He speaks of impatience and waiting on the arrival of others.
Watch closely now, as we zoom in closer to a desolate rock that juts out of the sand. The viewpoint swings around to the woman who climbs atop it and stares out across the desert. She takes out a map and seems to compare the view before her with what’s drawn on her paper.
"When are the others coming?" The teenage boy asked her.
"They’ll come when called," Magda said, checking if the dunes have aligned as she predicted them to with the current wind speed and direction. "Just, give me a second."
The youth sat down at the base of the rock, frowning sullenly as Magda finished checking that all the sand dunes were where they were meant to be. After a few moments she folded up the map, turned back to face the city behind her, and howled. The sound echoed across the silent, dead city, bouncing through empty streets.
The first ones to arrive would be the two squads. Davis and Connor with her, and Abby, Vlad, and Vaan on the second team. She had met up with the Vampires one by one told them of the plan, and that she’d call for them when it was time to move. Her howl would put an end to restless pacing behind closed doors and uneasy clock-watching, counting down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds until it was time to move on Namaesti.
"Won’t be long now," she said to the teenage boy.
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At any rate, it felt like a Friday, or at least it did to her. There was a feeling of calmness, a ‘thank God the week’s finally over’ atmosphere in the air and a sense of anticipation that felt like the weekend was coming.
Only... instead of looking forward to the weekend and leaving behind a week of work, she was looking forward to a battle after years of passive war.
Two figures make their way across the edge of the vast and desolate desert, one tall and female, the other shorter and falling behind with trudging steps. They are tiny flecks of back clothing against a backdrop of orange sand. As we pan across we catch snippets of complaints from the shorter figure. He speaks of impatience and waiting on the arrival of others.
Watch closely now, as we zoom in closer to a desolate rock that juts out of the sand. The viewpoint swings around to the woman who climbs atop it and stares out across the desert. She takes out a map and seems to compare the view before her with what’s drawn on her paper.
"When are the others coming?" The teenage boy asked her.
"They’ll come when called," Magda said, checking if the dunes have aligned as she predicted them to with the current wind speed and direction. "Just, give me a second."
The youth sat down at the base of the rock, frowning sullenly as Magda finished checking that all the sand dunes were where they were meant to be. After a few moments she folded up the map, turned back to face the city behind her, and howled. The sound echoed across the silent, dead city, bouncing through empty streets.
The first ones to arrive would be the two squads. Davis and Connor with her, and Abby, Vlad, and Vaan on the second team. She had met up with the Vampires one by one told them of the plan, and that she’d call for them when it was time to move. Her howl would put an end to restless pacing behind closed doors and uneasy clock-watching, counting down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds until it was time to move on Namaesti.
"Won’t be long now," she said to the teenage boy.
((Open to those in the two teams at the moment. An email will be sent out when the thread is open to the armies.))