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Claude C. Kenni ([personal profile] tothelight) wrote in [community profile] slt_archive2010-12-19 07:35 am

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Who: Relevant persons
Where: Cepheus, Pavo
When: King's Year 196-199
What: Things That Happened, an eventual saga

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-07-13 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yep.

At least there's plenty to choose from. How about this nice looking blonde lady over here? The one with the cleavage. Who's looking at you. Appraising, one might say. Like a mason presented with a very nice block of limestone.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-07-13 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[There don't actually seem to be any. At least none identified in any normal way.

She smiles.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] sabra-la-au.insanejournal.com 2011-08-08 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[And just like that, her smile vanishes.]

'Madam'?

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] sabra-la-au.insanejournal.com 2011-08-08 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
The girls of Cepheus must age well for you to make a mistake like that. Should I be jealous, I wonder~

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] sabra-la-au.insanejournal.com 2011-09-04 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
You've come all the way to the palace without knowing if she's here?

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] sabra-la-au.insanejournal.com 2011-09-04 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleventh floor. East spire.

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] sabra-la-au.insanejournal.com 2011-09-22 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Mmhmm~

[There's the spine-tingling feel of eyes, possibly even appreciative eyes travelling down his back and back up again as he walks toward . . .

. . . toward . . .

. . . well there has to be a way up somewhere.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-09-23 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[In theory.

In actuality, there might, eventually, be a delicate-looking staircase tucked behind an ornate filigree wall, curving up along the very outside wall of the tower.

Unlike most places thus far, it's all but empty. Possibly because the grade is so gentle that it looks to be a long walk up a single floor, let alone up eleven.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-10-11 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[As if Pavo would build anything less perfect, even if it does look like he's walking on nothing but twisted wire.

It is, however, a long, long walk.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-10-11 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Below, there's the gilt of stars, and stairs . . . and as he ascends, more stairs. But together, viewed from above, each layer of curling twists resolves into a pattern of leaves, the trunk of a tree . . . the curve of a bird's wing, frozen in mid flight.

A three-dimensional forest scene, outlined in fading gold.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-10-11 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Even as he moves that last foot, the scene seems to shift, the bird's wings beating once before stilling again.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-10-11 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
So long as he's facing forward, the bird's wing flaps in reverse. It's if he starts to turn around . . . if he were heading down the stairs, from that angle it isn't a bird's wing at all, but the curve of an ant's mandible, reaching up for a fresh leaf.]

Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]

[identity profile] roadtothesky.insanejournal.com 2011-10-11 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Up and up, past halls to floors bustling with activity, and to some where not a soul is to be seen at all.

And below his feet, the scenery shifts from forest to glade, to rocky mountainside . . . and the archway to the eleventh floor finally comes into view.]