anthypophora .XIX.
[Surprise! It's Dai. The camera is at his back, and he's outside; the reflective mirrors all around him reflect his body back, a dozen armour clad figures standing there in the lens. After a while, it's a little hard to tell the dimensions of the place, all the reflections of reflections of reflections just blending into a choppy white world filled with bits of Magister.
Only one of the Dais isn't shaking. The rest seem to ripple, disturbed like a quake is running through the earth at their feet. And then, slowly, the surface the real, solid Dai is touching starts to burn away like melted ice, and half the Dai's bodies invert and cave in, breaking down. The reflective surface becomes silvery and rough, pocketed, and the view feels like it has some shape and dimension once more. At his feet, a long pool of the melted material has formed, and the communicator is sitting right in it. It's risen up across the communicator's lens, but doesn't look like a fluid - not like the fresh stuff Dai's melting, although that too eventually darkens, hardens. Dai's eyes are still trained on the hole he's making, oblivious to what's happening at his feet.
The pool is just as reflective as the walls when it's solidified. It's finally clear who must have turned the communicator on. She reaches her hand out into the lens's field of vision, slowly and deliberately rising from the mirror-surface, watching Dai's back as she switches off the communicator.
You did this Eve. :| You did this.]
Only one of the Dais isn't shaking. The rest seem to ripple, disturbed like a quake is running through the earth at their feet. And then, slowly, the surface the real, solid Dai is touching starts to burn away like melted ice, and half the Dai's bodies invert and cave in, breaking down. The reflective surface becomes silvery and rough, pocketed, and the view feels like it has some shape and dimension once more. At his feet, a long pool of the melted material has formed, and the communicator is sitting right in it. It's risen up across the communicator's lens, but doesn't look like a fluid - not like the fresh stuff Dai's melting, although that too eventually darkens, hardens. Dai's eyes are still trained on the hole he's making, oblivious to what's happening at his feet.
The pool is just as reflective as the walls when it's solidified. It's finally clear who must have turned the communicator on. She reaches her hand out into the lens's field of vision, slowly and deliberately rising from the mirror-surface, watching Dai's back as she switches off the communicator.
You did this Eve. :| You did this.]