On Sun, 15 Jun 1997 13:20:25 -0400 Sean Gaffney wrote:
: The crowd is going
: wild. Moving in onto the stage, we focus on the singer, whom
: we recognize as a 29-30 year old PRISS.
: Dancers glide across the stage
: in ever more complicated routines, yet the focus of the eye is
: on the woman in the middle. LINNA is not moving all around the
: stage as the others are. She doesn't need to, as the focus of
: everyone is on her. She moves exquisitely, every motion conveying
: something new. There is a beautiful smile on her face.]
Uh oh...
: [Cut to a church, elsewhere in the city. We hear the peal of
: organ music, and the Wedding March starts up. We can see a few
: familiar faces in the crowd - Leon McNichol, Daley Wong.
So, which of the two is wearing the gown? What, you mean they are
just *guests* at the wedding?
: The groom is unfamiliar, but as
: the veil is lifted, we see the radiant face of NENE, crying with
: happiness. She and the groom kiss.]
Uh oh!
: [Cut to a view of a white ceiling in an unknown room. All we can
: see are the holes in the ceiling tiles. We hear a door open, and
: someone enters.]
:
: VOICE: Miss Stingray? Are you talking today?
: As they leave, our camera angle
: changes 180 degrees, showing a ceiling shot of the face of SYLIA,
: arms wrapped around her chest, staring at the ceiling with no
: expression.]
Ah, phew! I was getting seriously disturbed there, waiting for
the elder gods themselves to turn up and rip apart the world like
a wet, used kleenex. Or something. I thought that Maybe Sean had
been replaced by his goo- *evil* twin for a moment. But it seems
that this is going to be one of his typical fics after all.
: --yeah, Sylia is my favorite Saber. Why do you ask?
Makes sense. At least in this fic you can *really* identify with
her, eh?
Sebastian