Post by orichan on May 26, 2013 2:11:50 GMT -5
((Hello! I'll be kind of taking the last Orianna's kind of idea, because i'm so unoriginal. :C ))
Orianna. She was crafted by Corin Reveck. Out of despair from the death of her daughter. She looked 'perfect' in Corin's eyes, a manifestation of her daughter. Corin also created 'The Ball' for Orianna's protector, but also as a toy for the construct. But Orianna was always just a construct, a soulless construct.
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Orianna and her ball danced gracefully in her chambers. Corin watched , eyes glued to the robot that danced just as perfectly as the daughter she tried to impersonate. Corin watched and watched, and all those times, he clapped happily. But today, he looked very, sad. Orianna did not know why, but she continued to dance, with the ball following vigilantly.
"Enough." Corin halted her dancing. Orianna saw liquid flow in his eyes, she wondered what it was.
"Does our dancing not please you? We ask what we may do to improve." She asked intently, but very robotic.
Without a word, Corin rose from his seat, and walked out of her chambers. It was a separate warehouse exactly that of a dance studio. Orianna looked very confused as she stands still, looking at the back of her 'father'. Corin shut down the lights, before they all closed, one section at a time, until the room was black. All you could see was the glowing eyes of Orianna, and the clicking gears of her insides.
"I do not know what I did."
Orianna. She was crafted by Corin Reveck. Out of despair from the death of her daughter. She looked 'perfect' in Corin's eyes, a manifestation of her daughter. Corin also created 'The Ball' for Orianna's protector, but also as a toy for the construct. But Orianna was always just a construct, a soulless construct.
---
Orianna and her ball danced gracefully in her chambers. Corin watched , eyes glued to the robot that danced just as perfectly as the daughter she tried to impersonate. Corin watched and watched, and all those times, he clapped happily. But today, he looked very, sad. Orianna did not know why, but she continued to dance, with the ball following vigilantly.
"Enough." Corin halted her dancing. Orianna saw liquid flow in his eyes, she wondered what it was.
"Does our dancing not please you? We ask what we may do to improve." She asked intently, but very robotic.
Without a word, Corin rose from his seat, and walked out of her chambers. It was a separate warehouse exactly that of a dance studio. Orianna looked very confused as she stands still, looking at the back of her 'father'. Corin shut down the lights, before they all closed, one section at a time, until the room was black. All you could see was the glowing eyes of Orianna, and the clicking gears of her insides.
"I do not know what I did."