It takes Clair a while to find her in this. She's lost something, that spark that let people know she wasn't just a part of the dream. She blends in uncannily well, even with Angie, frightened Angie, in her arms.
Isis is, strangely enough, while hard to detect among the dreamed up masses, far away from everyone else. Skyderain robes that are somehow recognizable as such, a Balancekeeper. She has her staff as well, and a concerned expression.
She's standing on a high cliff, watching the industrialist empire expand over an infinite desert. Wind billows with smoke and smog, overpowering, but breathable.
Without her spark, Isis doesn't notice Clair and Angie's entrance to the dream, They are adapted to it, assumed to be standing on the cliff with her as the Empire forever expands.
This is one of the reasons Isis feared the rebirth of it. That something like this would happen. "...It's going to collapse under its own weight." She says, possibly to Clair. After all, she's a part of the dream.
Clair is in the uniform of an Empire soldier, sitting on the cliff-edge with her feet hanging over. Angelina stands behind her, now a young woman and dressed the same.
"All things do, eventually. It's going to be bloody."
"That's the part I fear the worst." There are three for a moment, the Lightest speaking for that second. "That when it does, everything they know, that we know, will collapse."
Another land falls, in the distance, to the Empire, the twisted metal shapes towering out of the sand, shapes that are, blatantly Skyderian, but sharper. Harder. Colder. Imposing. Bits of the Lost Angels Isis knows, and more of the Lost Angels Isis saw when she had Beast send the drone to Skydera.
It's a darkened sort of daylight. "I don't know if it'll return when the Balance is restored, or what will happen, or even if it can be. I'm without a world, now." Because here, Isis sticks out like a sore thumb. Bright white robes against the cold, dark, stagnated colors of the industrial force below.
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She's standing on a high cliff, watching the industrialist empire expand over an infinite desert. Wind billows with smoke and smog, overpowering, but breathable.
Without her spark, Isis doesn't notice Clair and Angie's entrance to the dream, They are adapted to it, assumed to be standing on the cliff with her as the Empire forever expands.
This is one of the reasons Isis feared the rebirth of it. That something like this would happen. "...It's going to collapse under its own weight." She says, possibly to Clair. After all, she's a part of the dream.
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"All things do, eventually. It's going to be bloody."
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Another land falls, in the distance, to the Empire, the twisted metal shapes towering out of the sand, shapes that are, blatantly Skyderian, but sharper. Harder. Colder. Imposing. Bits of the Lost Angels Isis knows, and more of the Lost Angels Isis saw when she had Beast send the drone to Skydera.
It's a darkened sort of daylight. "I don't know if it'll return when the Balance is restored, or what will happen, or even if it can be. I'm without a world, now." Because here, Isis sticks out like a sore thumb. Bright white robes against the cold, dark, stagnated colors of the industrial force below.
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