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Lucy	It's the middle of the evening and the world is changing. This secluded beach is notable from the air, at least to someone moving lower than a plane. For example, a passing angel... Here the sand swirls in the air like a storm except it does so on predetermined lines, sweeping about and coming together in massive arcs. It is it seems, a statue. Just what the statue depicts it is hard for one to say as it is nto yet complete and still somehow utterly fanciful.     Behold, the auspices of a terracedfortress of sand, large enoug hfor four people to stnad inside but built as if it were so much more. Spires rise from within the silicon fortress, glass formed with rainbow oclours striking through it from the light hitting prisms askance. It's something of which Escher could only have dreamed, building fancifully toward the sky- now, fifteen or twenty feet in height and still coming together. Walls can be seen being built, a bit at a time.     It's an effort of love and patience, here in arocky cove in the sand out by the ocean beneath a full moon. Though construction happens quickly this must have taken hours. Standing beside it is a tiny, ninety pound blonde haired girl. Pale, beautiful... Perfect, in many senses of the word. Wide-eyed as she watches the 'magic' unfurl. Most could not distinguish the work of nanites from magic and so the difference to most is moot.
Angela Davis	Well, why fly when you can walk? Though it wasn't too far away that Angela was wandering, seeking out inspiration in what she could find. And that's when she saw the sand swirling around. Approaching the structure as it forms, the woman smiles a bit, shaking her head as she whistles softly, looking up and down the castle. She hasn't seen Lucy just yet, the redhead looking very ordinary at the moment, no wings or anything that give away her true nature.
Lucy	Lucia is almost a doll. She's human, yes, but a perfect image without blemishes or scars. Slender, delicate limbs, wide blue eyes, pale blonde tresses framing her shoulders and falling down her back. The girl is dressed simply enough, in a whtie blouse and powder bleue knee length pleaed skirt. Her knee high socks are perfectly white and her shoes are powder pink. The impressive part is that it all somehow manages to match. The girl doesn't move when Angela is approaching, utterly engrossed in her owrk as the castle continues to form. There's nothing about her to give away her nature either. Nothing save what she observes without motion or comment.
Angela Davis	Angela doesn't say anything as she wanders over, standing about ten feet from Lucia, looking between her and the sculpture with a curious expression. But she waits, not wishing to interrupt as she watches the sand castle form out of the beach, looking content and rather patient about how it develops.
Lucy	It will be a long while yet. Lucy doesn't move for a very long time, content to keep her arms at her sides. She does, however, eventually shift herself so that she is facing Angela. Blue eyes seek the redhead's and watch her intently, unblinkingly. The girl chooses not to say a word. Construction continues unabated, currently sculpting a gate through which one might enter this fortress. The beach itself is slowly shrinking. Mater does not come from nowhere after all. Lucia does not comment on Angela's presence and instead continues to watch her for a moment, since they are in the same proximity.
Angela Davis	Angela looks at Lucy, and says, "Nice work you have going there. Very impressive." And she means it, sounding completely sincere as she regards the diminutive girl, tilting her head curiously. "How long have you been doing that?" She doesn't seem to comment on the vanishing beach... at least it's going to something beautiful, after all.
Lucy	"..." The igrl is silent for several seconds, staring up at Angela from beneath. The angel is perhaps twice Lucia's size but it doesn't seem to bother the girl. She hardly even moves save to use her fingertips tosmooth her skirt. Finally Lucy takes a deep breath,t he largest mvoement thusfar. "Six hours," she relates quietly, tilting her head slightly a s she does so. "It is nealry time to put it back." With that pronouncement the girl shrugs her slender shoulders lightly. Her gaze continues to study Angela intently for a time afterward.
Angela Davis	Angela nods, and hrms. "A pity to do, but definitely understandable." She sighs a little at the thought of the castle being temporary, glancing over towards it again, before looking back to Lucy, "My name's Angela. I... appreciate art, quite a bit. Especially something as original as this."
Lucy	Hmm." Lucy nods very slowly and then inhales once more, those blue yees shifting back to the fortress. "Iwill create it again," the girl responds quielty. "And bigger. With more detail." She pauses for a second, her whispered voice trailing off. "Lucy," she concludes. "You came to look...?"
Angela Davis	Angela smiles, "Well, I saw the clouds swirling, the sand... wasn't sure what caused it, so I thought I'd take a closer look. Glad that I did. You do exquisite work." She glances back to Lucy, "I apologize for interrupting."
Lucy	"It's not an interruption," the girl replies quietly after a half second or so of thought. "I am working outside. I might not want a crowd- but you are welcome, at least." The girl shits her weight left to right then, those blue eyes returning to the palace in front of her. "I've- never shown any this before," Lucy admtis then. "A glimpse maybe, bu not- like this." A beat follows. "But I think that I am nearly done."
Angela Davis	Angela ahs and nods towards Lucy, "You should, if you want. It's a true work of art. I should know, I deal with that on a regular basis." She smiles warmly, "I'm a bit of an artist myself. I work mostly with steel, though, not sand... or glass." She mmms, "Not in a while anyway." Like, probably 300 years or so, give or take.
Lucy	"A while," Lucia responds, nto quite inquiring. Instead the girl breathes a soft sigh and nods once before turning to face the palace once more. It is beginning to dissolve. This happens much more quickly than the constructing, glass parapets sinking toward the ground like so much shimmering sand within an hourglass. The girl watches this impassively as it happens and continues in silence. It's beautiful in its own wya, though transient; the glow of colour from light hitting transparent granules lights up the smal lbeach better than the moon ever could. It continues to fall. "I could work with metal," Lucy begins, "But I do nto know it well."
Angela Davis	Angela hmms, "Well, I do have a forge at my place. I blacksmith, right now. Armor and weapons. Works for the cosplay crowds that like authentic replicas." She smiles a little, though she almost looks sad at the castle melting away, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
Lucy	The girl pauses when she hears that sigh. A fiant frown crosses her delicate features and she turns back toward Angela. A slow, deep breath is taken, as before. Then Lucia bends forward and reaches into the sand. Something glitters in her palm as she walks toward angela. The girl offers it ot the angel slowly, leaning back enough to manage to meet the owman's eyes again. In her palm is what appears to be a perfect model of thatcastle, though this just a few inches high and wide. Lucy says nothing as she offers it over.
Angela Davis	Angela blinks a bit, then smiles over at Lucy, "Why, this is beautiful. Thank you." She tilts her head, "How long have you been able to do... well, this?" She takes the castle replica gratefully, her smile growing as she regards this curious young woman.
Lucy	"...Physically capable or have been allowed?" Lucia asks slowly. She watches Angla's reaction and briefly nods, shifting her weight slightly as she does. The girl's expression si still rather neutral, her voice just as soft as before. She is almost fey in manner, withdrawn and almsot ethereal. But it does seem that hse is engagin. What else explains the castle? "I only started making castles a few months ago," Lucy admits then. The fidgeting intensifies very slightly and then the girl looks over the beach. "Please take good care of it."
Angela Davis	Angela says, very sincerely, "It shall have a place of honor in my collection." She pauses, then adds, perhaps feeling a bit impulsive as she asks, "Would you... like to see it? My flat isn't too far from here."
Lucy	Lucy blinks a ocupel times and doesn't say a word. The silence dragso n for several seconds, with the tiny girl not shifting a muscle to so much as breathe. Then she bites her bottom lip and finally nods very slowly, smoothing herskrit again with her finger tips. Lucy turns andd then orients herself on Anglea as if she intends to follow, those blue eyes studying the redhead again from head to toe.
Angela Davis	Angela leads the way, walking along the path. Gradually, she gets back to Hell's Kitchen. Not exactly the nicest neighborhood, but no one seems to bother her, or the person that she's leading. And then she opens up her loft, showing Lucy inside.     Inside the loft is the forge and blacksmithing gear, along with some sculptures half-finished. A rack of weapons and armor rests against one wall, all of exquisite make. Angela says, "This is just where I do my work... my actual gallery is upstairs."
Lucy	Lucy looks around slowly and nods, following carefully like Angela's shadow The girl is small and delicate enough that if she were here alone she would likely be accosted immediately., In Angela's presence, howeve,r she is free to survey her usrroundings in peace. Lucy moves toward one of the unfinisehd sculptures and stares at it for a seocnd, her eyes widening slightly but then she nods. She reacheso ut but doesn't actually touch, instead turning slowly. "This is your home?" Lucy asks, tilting herh ead slightly as she does. If there are stairs in view she will approach them.
Angela Davis	The spiral staircase is there, and Angela nods, "Come on, I'll lead you up to the living room. The gallery is adjacent to it anyway. This is just where I work." She smiles and leads the way up, "Ah, did you want anything to eat? Or drink? I do have a few things." And the living room and kitchen of the loft look remarkably modern, all the amenities one would expect.
Lucy	"...Coke?" Lucy asks in a near whisper. She steps out into the middle of the living room, turning slowly in a circle to look all around. "it is very prety," the girl adds quietly. "The gallery is that way?" The girl asks, indicating the far side of the room with a tilt of her head. "How long have you been working on this?" The girl asks then, somewhat abruptly.
Angela Davis	Angela hmms, "The sculpture? Oh, a while..." She sounds a bit evasive, for some reason, as she does get a Coke out of the fridge, offering it over to Lucy. "That's right, the gallery is right through there." She has a bit of a smile on her lips, as the door is opened...     ... and it's almost like something out of a museum. Indeed, it might actually BE a museum. There's Sumerian cuneform, Impressionist works, a Picasso hanging on the wall, a DaVinci model on display, other works of sculpture, vases from Ancient Greece... it seems that everything here is chosen for maximum impact in minimal space.
Lucy	"Awhile," Lucia repeats back slowly. She blinks once, the faintest frown crossing her features. Then they return to their quietly impassive beauty. The girl reaches out to take the coke she is being offered and then faces the opening door.     Lucia is not given to strong reactions. Some people have wondered if she turly has emotions in the past, so rarely does she shwo them now. she looks her agew hen seh finaly lets go of that enforced calm to stare with quiet wonder at the tremendous array of art in front of hr. She starts forward with halting steps, entering th gallery with careful strides.     Lucia is still staring as she approaches on an ancient Sumerian bust of Ishtar. Again a small hand raises but she doesn't touch it. Not quite. She stays that way for a moment, with her hand outstretched.
Angela Davis	Angela smiles warmly, "I'm glad you like it. It's not often that I show this off for anyone." She nods at the bust, "That was one of my first acquisitions." Of course, she doesn't exactly mention she got it when it was new...
Lucy	The girl still doesn't touch. Instead she swallows had and then gives a slow nod. She drops her hand with an effort of will and then turns back toward the angel. Those blue eyes are scrutinizing Angela with an expressively silent stare. The girl twists slightly so as to study the next object carefully in turn. She proceeds a few more steps, taking in the next statue and then a third, more complicated bit of artifice. Afterwar, Lucy finally remembers her can of coke and there's a crack follow ed by the hiss of escaping carbonation. "Thank you for letting me see it." She sips her drink slowly. "...Did you meet the artist?" The girl asks causally of the items, some of which must have been created five thousand years before.
Angela Davis	Angela grins slyly, "What makes you think I did?" She doesn't deny it, per se, though she gives the girl a curious look, "I hope I don't really look as old as I would have to be in order to have met him..." Her eyes dance a bit, as she sounds a touch amused more than anything else.
Lucy	"You don't look a day over three thousand," Lucy affirms quietLy, nodding her head once. "much too young to have met him." She continues to watch Angela without doing much to betray her thoughts. The girl finally gives a delicate shrug, affixing her cornflower blue eyes to Angela's now. Lucy has to lean back slightly to manage this, being just over ten inches shorter than the angel in front of her. "But looks mattr little, I think, past a certain age."
Angela Davis	Angela chuckles, "Actually, I'm about twelve thousand years old. More or less. During the Dark Ages I lost track, it isn't like we had real clocks back then." Her eyes dance a little bit, "But after a while, you collect things of note."
Lucy	"Ah," Lucy remarks slowly, blinking once. She nods hten, as if satisfied, then takes a deep breath. "So you did meet hte artist," lucy adds then, shifting her weight from left to right as she does. here's a hint of surprise, at least. The way the girl's blue eyes settle on Angela's fac,e how she carries herself. Lucy does emote if one looks quite closely. She reaches up with her free hand to drag her fingers gently throughher golden tresses while she sips on the soda in her hand. " THen I should be even more honoured you showed me this," the girl notes then. She pauses for a second, then turns to look around again. "Is there more?"
Angela Davis	Angela nods, "Yes, there is... did you have a preference?" She actually looks a bit relaxed that the immediate questions don't follow that everyone else would ask. As in, HOW did you live so long, etcetera. She gestures, "I have some paintings from the Renaissance era... or else there's a few other sculptures."
Lucy	"...Paintings," Lucia replies after a split second's thought. Then she nodso nce, as if affirming tis to herself. Afterward the girl bites her botom lip and slowly turns to look around the room with that same thoughtful, nearly inscrutable expression. "I wonder if anyone will keep my art in a thousand years..." Then she pauses before she asks, " Actually - can I see something you've made?"
Angela Davis	Angela blinks, and smiles, "Yes, you can." She walks along, and there's a katana sitting on a rack in a display case. The weapon is exquisite, the blade not sheathed so that it can be shown. The hilt is very utilitarian, rough-hewn wood designed for a better grip, while there's a winged sword etched into the side of the blade. Angela then adds, "I forged this, after learning from Master Muni in Japan, he was a brilliant innovator of metal."     Then, when Lucy wonders if anyone will keep her art over the years, Angela simply says, "I will keep it."