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exsiliumlogs2013-10-20 06:47 pm
anklets) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-20 06:47 pm
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Date & Time: October 18th
Location: a virtual simulation room, setting: some 19th century England town
Characters: Allen Walker & Lenalee Lee
Summary: a dramatic turnabout from the norm: sad exorcists. that's really all what needs to be said.
Warnings: sad exorcists?... possible violence
She's been terribly homesick lately, so, tired of bowing beneath that painful missing, home is what Lenalee has asked the AI to give her, and resigned herself to the difficulty that is conversing at length with any artificial intelligence.
Things like "Not quite so rainy, it isn't Exsilium" (it isn't Exsilium), and wistfully murmured specifications: the roads are still cobblestone, they sound so lightly when horses draw their carriages over them. Quiet dark alleys, the ones she learned to be wary of for the Akuma which hide in their shadows (and they do, even now, so isn't she just laughably awful).
It comes close, but never quite dead-on.
Lenalee can't stand to ask it give her the world, after all. So when the people have been conjured and their faces strike her as wholly unfamiliar, she deems it good enough, and quietly taps out an invitation on her tablet which dings in Allen's inbox moments later:
spend some time at home with me? i've done something awfully foolish and if it's quite alright with you, i'd rather not suffer through it on my own.
it's the simulation room furthest from the door.
Location: a virtual simulation room, setting: some 19th century England town
Characters: Allen Walker & Lenalee Lee
Summary: a dramatic turnabout from the norm: sad exorcists. that's really all what needs to be said.
Warnings: sad exorcists?... possible violence
She's been terribly homesick lately, so, tired of bowing beneath that painful missing, home is what Lenalee has asked the AI to give her, and resigned herself to the difficulty that is conversing at length with any artificial intelligence.
Things like "Not quite so rainy, it isn't Exsilium" (it isn't Exsilium), and wistfully murmured specifications: the roads are still cobblestone, they sound so lightly when horses draw their carriages over them. Quiet dark alleys, the ones she learned to be wary of for the Akuma which hide in their shadows (and they do, even now, so isn't she just laughably awful).
It comes close, but never quite dead-on.
Lenalee can't stand to ask it give her the world, after all. So when the people have been conjured and their faces strike her as wholly unfamiliar, she deems it good enough, and quietly taps out an invitation on her tablet which dings in Allen's inbox moments later:
spend some time at home with me? i've done something awfully foolish and if it's quite alright with you, i'd rather not suffer through it on my own.
it's the simulation room furthest from the door.