May 23, 2070; ~20:00, Fractal Appartment, CAS Sector, Denver Front Range Free Zone
Fractal, PAN = Passive, Broadcasting Nicolas Machiav SIN
A clacking sound is heard through the darkness. Two bright yellow eyes jump in a haste, as unseen hands tries to grab it, only to hold the empty air.
"Not yet, Meph, not yet. But soon enough." May 24, 2070; ~15:00, Chinatown Streets, CAS Sector, Denver Front Range Free Zone
Fractal, PAN = Passive, Broadcasting Nicolas Machiav SIN
The blind changeling walks through the streets, experimenting his new sense of navigation. Open spaces are really more difficult, but the best training is the one where you go against a multitude of situations. It's also a great oportunity to practise Cantonese, which Fractal hadn't spoken in ages.
[In Cantonese] "Excuse me, venerable sir. If you have some time to spare, may you answer a question for a blind man? Where may I get some nice tea?"Truly, ultrasound have a far better reach than "normal sound".
May 28, 2070; ~20:00, Fractal Appartment, CAS Sector, Denver Front Range Free Zone
Fractal, PAN = Passive, Broadcasting Nicolas Machiav SIN
A chirping sound echoes outside normal metahuman perception. A startled cat fights to get out the grasp of the elf.
"I told you, Mephisto, I told you!" May 30, 2070; ~19:00, Omar Shop, Denver Front Range Free Zone
Fractal, PAN = Passive, Broadcasting Nicolas Machiav SIN
Fractal walks around the working machines, humming out of metahuman sound perception, feeling the drops of spray flying into the air and clashing in the Rover surface, becoming part of it and of something grandeur. Without watching, he feels his work being done. The machines are his brushes, and the vehicle his canvas.
A week deprived of sight, and he felt himself more attuned to visual harmony, to play with colors and shapes. He felt glad when Omar asked him for this job, but he's feeling amazing that he is capable of putting it in such a... deep way.
Done.
Fractal takes out the blindfold, he needs to watch it.
Amazing.
"Omar, what do you think? Satisfied? Good enough?"The elf position himself next to the Rover, and perscrutate it's fine details:
"A little too trippy, maybe? Wait, there's more."A mental command activates it's AR overlay: the image becomes more present, in a way, and more strange; it seems to shift in a very subtle, almost imperceptible way, creating an alluring effect.
"I prepared it in two "flavors". This is the pleasant one. And then there's..."All of a sudden, it seems as if agonizing souls are swimming through the painting, it's enlarged open mouthes an exageratted homage to Edvard Munch's The Scream. A portrait of despair, yet insanely beautiful. It's quite well-done, and very unsettling.
"And then there's the disturbing one. Hope you like it."
4 (Intuition) + 6 (Artisan) + 2 (Digital Art specialization) = 12 dice = 7 hits, no glitch
