Somewhere over the digital sky, a star falls. Ones and zeroes, a construct in a form fitting dress. A hat to match.
From the outside, the girl might look like a palm-reader, albeit one obsessed with her own creases. She holds a glove in one hand, and flexes the digits on her other, bare appendage. She squeezes that bare hand. She makes a fist. She opens it. The curtains part.
Isaac—Alpha—stands in quiet awe at the small galaxy of apps that springs from her hand. Out of all the symbols that adorn her small, personal screen, it's the magnifying glass that catches her eye.
Both of her synthetic, golden eyes emit a glow, and the 10-foot, oval shaped monument that marks the small clearing she had spawned in becomes a target.
"...A power stone, huh?"
Alpha—Isaac—had played that game before.
It takes a bit of dancing, but, eventually, she figures out how to attack.
A translucent card twirls above her palm, only to hurled as a projectile towards the peaceful stone. A force field eats it.
She launches another card, and another card and another, before hearing something behind her. She turns on her periwinkle heel, another card at the ready twirling above her palm.
A real fight? Already?
From the outside, the girl might look like a palm-reader, albeit one obsessed with her own creases. She holds a glove in one hand, and flexes the digits on her other, bare appendage. She squeezes that bare hand. She makes a fist. She opens it. The curtains part.
Isaac—Alpha—stands in quiet awe at the small galaxy of apps that springs from her hand. Out of all the symbols that adorn her small, personal screen, it's the magnifying glass that catches her eye.
Both of her synthetic, golden eyes emit a glow, and the 10-foot, oval shaped monument that marks the small clearing she had spawned in becomes a target.
"...A power stone, huh?"
Alpha—Isaac—had played that game before.
It takes a bit of dancing, but, eventually, she figures out how to attack.
A translucent card twirls above her palm, only to hurled as a projectile towards the peaceful stone. A force field eats it.
She launches another card, and another card and another, before hearing something behind her. She turns on her periwinkle heel, another card at the ready twirling above her palm.
A real fight? Already?
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