Quynh has no doubt that it is easier than ever to leave your mark on this new world. So many things that flashed and made noises; life-like images of people and things everywhere, strange writing that was becoming more familiar by the day. The world was all around her but it was also recorded and displayed all around her, in clarity that had before taken a skilled mason decades to master.
Yet she had limited capacity to leave her own mark; everything familiar had been washed away by the passage of time, everything that had once been connected to her gone except for the blade at her waist and the necklace dangling loosely around her neck. Two tokens of the past; and now there were two more tokens of her past, wandering around this city, evidently looking for her, dressed comfortably and at ease in garb she's never seen them in before.
They look no older than they had before, but they have changed, and Quynh watches them go into the building from her perch on the steel stairs embedded in the side of the building halfway down the block.
They are looking for her, Nico and Yusuf, but if they bring salvation or damnation, she's not yet certain. For now she ties the cloth she's created to lure them to her onto the railing of the stairs. Then she climbs the rest of the way up to the top of the building, slipping away from sight, still not certain that she wants them to see her, but knowing that she needs to see them.
If they happen to look this way, they'll see the white cloth hanging from the stairs, red lines stained into it carefully by her blood; familiar lines, ones that once symbolized Genoa's flag.
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Quynh has no doubt that it is easier than ever to leave your mark on this new world. So many things that flashed and made noises; life-like images of people and things everywhere, strange writing that was becoming more familiar by the day. The world was all around her but it was also recorded and displayed all around her, in clarity that had before taken a skilled mason decades to master.
Yet she had limited capacity to leave her own mark; everything familiar had been washed away by the passage of time, everything that had once been connected to her gone except for the blade at her waist and the necklace dangling loosely around her neck. Two tokens of the past; and now there were two more tokens of her past, wandering around this city, evidently looking for her, dressed comfortably and at ease in garb she's never seen them in before.
They look no older than they had before, but they have changed, and Quynh watches them go into the building from her perch on the steel stairs embedded in the side of the building halfway down the block.
They are looking for her, Nico and Yusuf, but if they bring salvation or damnation, she's not yet certain. For now she ties the cloth she's created to lure them to her onto the railing of the stairs. Then she climbs the rest of the way up to the top of the building, slipping away from sight, still not certain that she wants them to see her, but knowing that she needs to see them.
If they happen to look this way, they'll see the white cloth hanging from the stairs, red lines stained into it carefully by her blood; familiar lines, ones that once symbolized Genoa's flag.