Till Human Voices Wake Us [Closed/Active]
Characters: Salome, Pram
Content: Two overlords on the rag sourly planning what their next step is. Translation : ZETTA WHERE R UUUUUUU??
Location: A mysterious apartment on E. 14th Street
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: None, really.
They had lost Alex.
Salome wasn't even sure how it happened. They had split up on that day, each looking for clues of the whereabouts of Zetta, but in the end they were still without answers and still without Zetta.
Now, they were one man short.
Maybe Alex really had gotten himself killed that time, Salome bitterly thought. She clutched her arms, a chill ran through her body. Salome was unsure of what to do, it was all a blur, the days that had gone by without a trace of either of them.
Maybe they were both gone.
Maybe they were both dead.
She let out a thin gasp, Salome shook her head and pinched herself. This wasn't time to be thinking like this, this foreign, desolate world held hope, she reminded herself. Zetta was spotted here and... she stopped to look up at the distant figure, Pram was nearby seemingly unworried by their situation, there were familiar faces who had witnessed him here.
There was hope.
The young woman glided over to her forced comrade, she looked out the window as she did so, feigning disinterest. Salome no longer wore the beautiful dress she had come here with, opting instead for more normal attire for this world. She had found her magic was almost of no use here, it was best to blend in as best as possible, she figured.
As Salome looked out the window (and saw nothing, this was Manhattan after all), she gently spoke out in worry, "So, what will happen now, Pram?"
Content: Two overlords on the rag sourly planning what their next step is. Translation : ZETTA WHERE R UUUUUUU??
Location: A mysterious apartment on E. 14th Street
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: None, really.
They had lost Alex.
Salome wasn't even sure how it happened. They had split up on that day, each looking for clues of the whereabouts of Zetta, but in the end they were still without answers and still without Zetta.
Now, they were one man short.
Maybe Alex really had gotten himself killed that time, Salome bitterly thought. She clutched her arms, a chill ran through her body. Salome was unsure of what to do, it was all a blur, the days that had gone by without a trace of either of them.
Maybe they were both gone.
Maybe they were both dead.
She let out a thin gasp, Salome shook her head and pinched herself. This wasn't time to be thinking like this, this foreign, desolate world held hope, she reminded herself. Zetta was spotted here and... she stopped to look up at the distant figure, Pram was nearby seemingly unworried by their situation, there were familiar faces who had witnessed him here.
There was hope.
The young woman glided over to her forced comrade, she looked out the window as she did so, feigning disinterest. Salome no longer wore the beautiful dress she had come here with, opting instead for more normal attire for this world. She had found her magic was almost of no use here, it was best to blend in as best as possible, she figured.
As Salome looked out the window (and saw nothing, this was Manhattan after all), she gently spoke out in worry, "So, what will happen now, Pram?"