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dramadramaduck2011-08-24 12:24 pm
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Lord Karakael!
[The boy smiles, pushing a puppet towards the camera.]
What do you think of this one? Is she-
-pretty?
The puppet the child holds, no longer a puppet but rather a young woman with rose colored hair and emerald eyes, twitches and then glances up coyly.
Does she please you, my love?
She's exquisite. Where did you find this one, Ynoldeh?
As if you really wish the answer to that.
A chuckle, and the view mists, replacing the rather stark room with one of dozens of not-puppets lying discarded on every surface. Then the female puppet collapses as if her strings were cut, and the voice now comes from a child thrown against a wall.
What of this one, Kaaree? This is more to your taste, no?
There is a weary sigh. Must you tease me, love?
You are no fun, dearest.
Then the room is gone, and the boy is looking up, confused.
Lord Karakael?
Sorry, Zalo. Yes, she is quite pretty. Hands take the doll and turn it this way and that. You're almost ready to work on real cadavers.
[The boy smiles, pushing a puppet towards the camera.]
What do you think of this one? Is she-
-pretty?
The puppet the child holds, no longer a puppet but rather a young woman with rose colored hair and emerald eyes, twitches and then glances up coyly.
Does she please you, my love?
She's exquisite. Where did you find this one, Ynoldeh?
As if you really wish the answer to that.
A chuckle, and the view mists, replacing the rather stark room with one of dozens of not-puppets lying discarded on every surface. Then the female puppet collapses as if her strings were cut, and the voice now comes from a child thrown against a wall.
What of this one, Kaaree? This is more to your taste, no?
There is a weary sigh. Must you tease me, love?
You are no fun, dearest.
Then the room is gone, and the boy is looking up, confused.
Lord Karakael?
Sorry, Zalo. Yes, she is quite pretty. Hands take the doll and turn it this way and that. You're almost ready to work on real cadavers.

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[But that doesn't stop another daydream from posting, for as he speaks to Kanna his mind drifts back to ancient times.
There is a screen partition in front of him, blocking from view a flickering form.]
A voice speaks from behind the curtain. Its hesitant and wavers, but is unmistakably the voice of Ynoldeh.
Silence, then a sad, lonely chuckle.
[He places a hand against the screen.]
A pause, and the hand clenches.
A pained laugh.
A key clicks out of an opening in the screen, but she doesn't respond further. He kneels to pick up the key, and turns to leave.
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The dream was more of a memory than anything else. My apologizes for making you see it.
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I'm sorry...I can't imagine what your world must be like.
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