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Act 22: Ashes to Ashes...
Roger Smith was pretty sure he was hallucinating. It was a cloudless day, and yet the blue sky nearest the horizon was marred by white. It was too far yet to tell, but he was fairly sure it was growing closer. "Angel, is that--"
"You guessed it. Home sweet home. Though we're still hours away. I'll call ahead and get someone to meet us at the city's edge."
Dorothy entered Big O's cockpit. She attempted a smile, but when that didn't come out quite right, she looked through the viewport at what was mesmerizing Roger. "Is that our destination?"
"According to Angel, it is. We're still to far to see it clearly, though..."
Dorothy decided not to tell him that her eyes could pick out individual buildings already.
Four hours later, only one word could describe Roger Smith.
Impressed.
The entire city, as near as he could tell, was composed of tall towers, every one of them ivory white. Some were decorated on the exterior by ornate spiral patterns, some with crosshatch designs. And, on any one building, there were uncountable balconies, not tiny, wall-hugging balconies, but huge, wide, slabs of concrete--were they concrete?--that stretched away from the wall. One other thing had Roger slightly puzzled: there appeared to be no roads. All the ivory towers were close enough together that there was not room for a proper traffic pattern between them.
"I'm surprised. Roger Smith, the great Negotiator, is at a loss for words." Angel smirked. "I thought I'd never see the day."
Roger glared at Big Duo over his shoulder, then returned his gaze to the spectacle before him. "Where are those people who were going to meet us?"
"They should be here any moment...there they are!"
Roger looked out the viewport, trying to find the people on the ground, but Dorothy pointed straight ahead. Roger, for the first time dizzy from his height, looked up. He could see three blurs, flying, level with Big O's cockpit. But they got blurrier as they grew closer. He barely had time to realize what was happening when he blacked out. The last thing he saw was a huge human figure with wings standing over him, surrounded in a halo of light.
Act 22: Ashes to Ashes...
Roger Smith was pretty sure he was hallucinating. It was a cloudless day, and yet the blue sky nearest the horizon was marred by white. It was too far yet to tell, but he was fairly sure it was growing closer. "Angel, is that--"
"You guessed it. Home sweet home. Though we're still hours away. I'll call ahead and get someone to meet us at the city's edge."
Dorothy entered Big O's cockpit. She attempted a smile, but when that didn't come out quite right, she looked through the viewport at what was mesmerizing Roger. "Is that our destination?"
"According to Angel, it is. We're still to far to see it clearly, though..."
Dorothy decided not to tell him that her eyes could pick out individual buildings already.
Four hours later, only one word could describe Roger Smith.
Impressed.
The entire city, as near as he could tell, was composed of tall towers, every one of them ivory white. Some were decorated on the exterior by ornate spiral patterns, some with crosshatch designs. And, on any one building, there were uncountable balconies, not tiny, wall-hugging balconies, but huge, wide, slabs of concrete--were they concrete?--that stretched away from the wall. One other thing had Roger slightly puzzled: there appeared to be no roads. All the ivory towers were close enough together that there was not room for a proper traffic pattern between them.
"I'm surprised. Roger Smith, the great Negotiator, is at a loss for words." Angel smirked. "I thought I'd never see the day."
Roger glared at Big Duo over his shoulder, then returned his gaze to the spectacle before him. "Where are those people who were going to meet us?"
"They should be here any moment...there they are!"
Roger looked out the viewport, trying to find the people on the ground, but Dorothy pointed straight ahead. Roger, for the first time dizzy from his height, looked up. He could see three blurs, flying, level with Big O's cockpit. But they got blurrier as they grew closer. He barely had time to realize what was happening when he blacked out. The last thing he saw was a huge human figure with wings standing over him, surrounded in a halo of light.