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"Like this?" Singer's voice boomed, its sultry, refined tone echoing across the gala's entrance hall.
Around him, the other party-goers moved about, chatting and laughing about the wondrous new inventions to come with the advent of this new technology. But Singer had barely any time to enjoy the people around him, his ears ringing with the sound of crows.
Dozens of them lingered around the space, their razor-sharp talons clenched around canvas frames, cabinets and the gaudy armours bearing the Kash family name. Singer looked up, stealthily hiding his action as merely adjusting the buckle around his chest. Hundreds of crows looked down at him.
"No, no. A bit more to the side." The photographer, an employee meant to immortalise this moment for all the high society present, asked- No, demanded. "And please strike a pose, I assure you this inking magitech is of the highest quality. So there's no need to be so fidgety."
Singer nodded calmly, doing some.
Heh... Sorry for making you fidget. Chorus whispered to him, its voice the same as hundreds of instruments speaking together. Yet there was a hint of disharmony in there, a clipped string in an orchestra, meant solely to annoy him. Would hate to ruin something as important as a photo-!
A blinding flash of light came from the contraption in front of him, followed by the whirring only an experimental machine would have. A moment later, the machine ejected a photo.
Do not rush me, devil. Singer replied sternly, graciously picking up the photo offered by the photographer with a courteous 'thank you'. You know it won't be easy getting there. We need to blend in, weave along the music's current pace and only userp its rhythm when the time is right.
No answer came from the creature, but Singer needed none as he looked to the photo in his hands. Crows plagued it, swarming around him with apparent glares. Singer looked around, finding more crows painted into every painting in the room, all glaring at him.
Hah... Chorus really knew how to annoy him into action, didn't he? But not tonight. No, tonight, Singer would get his way of things, after all, one couldn't trust a demon with the finer intricacies of mortal courts and nobility.
And, as Singer stepped through the threshold of the entrance hall and into the estate's ballroom, he could already spot the four daredevils who would get them to that Core.
One of my current D&D characters! I thought I'd share this here :)
Art by the amazing
Flaba!
Around him, the other party-goers moved about, chatting and laughing about the wondrous new inventions to come with the advent of this new technology. But Singer had barely any time to enjoy the people around him, his ears ringing with the sound of crows.
Dozens of them lingered around the space, their razor-sharp talons clenched around canvas frames, cabinets and the gaudy armours bearing the Kash family name. Singer looked up, stealthily hiding his action as merely adjusting the buckle around his chest. Hundreds of crows looked down at him.
"No, no. A bit more to the side." The photographer, an employee meant to immortalise this moment for all the high society present, asked- No, demanded. "And please strike a pose, I assure you this inking magitech is of the highest quality. So there's no need to be so fidgety."
Singer nodded calmly, doing some.
Heh... Sorry for making you fidget. Chorus whispered to him, its voice the same as hundreds of instruments speaking together. Yet there was a hint of disharmony in there, a clipped string in an orchestra, meant solely to annoy him. Would hate to ruin something as important as a photo-!
A blinding flash of light came from the contraption in front of him, followed by the whirring only an experimental machine would have. A moment later, the machine ejected a photo.
Do not rush me, devil. Singer replied sternly, graciously picking up the photo offered by the photographer with a courteous 'thank you'. You know it won't be easy getting there. We need to blend in, weave along the music's current pace and only userp its rhythm when the time is right.
No answer came from the creature, but Singer needed none as he looked to the photo in his hands. Crows plagued it, swarming around him with apparent glares. Singer looked around, finding more crows painted into every painting in the room, all glaring at him.
Hah... Chorus really knew how to annoy him into action, didn't he? But not tonight. No, tonight, Singer would get his way of things, after all, one couldn't trust a demon with the finer intricacies of mortal courts and nobility.
And, as Singer stepped through the threshold of the entrance hall and into the estate's ballroom, he could already spot the four daredevils who would get them to that Core.
One of my current D&D characters! I thought I'd share this here :)
Art by the amazing
Flaba!
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