Blot 2 [video]
[The sound of scribbling quills against paper starts up.
Odd though, the screen is on, but nothing is moving. Instead, what appears to be paper is draped over the lens of the camera on the communicator. The picture, though spattered somewhat, was still lovingly rendered.
Though the alchemy symbols that the little doll was so infatuated with appeared in the drawing, it still didn't detract from what it was.
... A field? Drawn from memory from a painting, actually, with a little barn off in the distance, a forest covering the rolling hills in the background. Black and white, a field of grain swept over it as well, with carefully sketched wooden fences and cows.
... seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the clouds though. Oh well.
There was a flutter as he passed by the camera, and the paper flicked off.
The whole little hole in the wall room he had was covered in drawings. Often broken up by frantic, crazed scribbles of the symbols, more often than not, it was finally something pleasant. Creeks, forests, mostly open fields. Summer scenes ripped from pictures he'd seen at home. It was pretty clear what parts he had to make up due to the original being ruined in some fashion. An oddly proportioned house here, a freshly sketched symbol there when he ran out of ideas.
Wasn't even paying attention to the camera, too busy trying to find a place to hang his next drawing, a pair of poppies, though rendered in ink, black and white, the centers dominated by the alchemy symbols.]
Odd though, the screen is on, but nothing is moving. Instead, what appears to be paper is draped over the lens of the camera on the communicator. The picture, though spattered somewhat, was still lovingly rendered.
Though the alchemy symbols that the little doll was so infatuated with appeared in the drawing, it still didn't detract from what it was.
... A field? Drawn from memory from a painting, actually, with a little barn off in the distance, a forest covering the rolling hills in the background. Black and white, a field of grain swept over it as well, with carefully sketched wooden fences and cows.
... seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the clouds though. Oh well.
There was a flutter as he passed by the camera, and the paper flicked off.
The whole little hole in the wall room he had was covered in drawings. Often broken up by frantic, crazed scribbles of the symbols, more often than not, it was finally something pleasant. Creeks, forests, mostly open fields. Summer scenes ripped from pictures he'd seen at home. It was pretty clear what parts he had to make up due to the original being ruined in some fashion. An oddly proportioned house here, a freshly sketched symbol there when he ran out of ideas.
Wasn't even paying attention to the camera, too busy trying to find a place to hang his next drawing, a pair of poppies, though rendered in ink, black and white, the centers dominated by the alchemy symbols.]
