04-10-2016, 11:02 PM
Deep, heavy breaths escaped Hatate, the exhaustion from her long-distance aerial photography starting to take its toll on her. She had hovered above the battlefield for far longer than she had wanted to, the worry of getting caught in the crossfire, or drawing the ire of Harbinger having kept her up there. Though with the fight she had been watching now finished, she was finally able to land. The photographer slowly descended to the ground, neutral expression on her face as her eyes darting across the ruined landscape of the Nexus.
Of all the souls that had stood up to the amalgam and the plague knight, not a single remained. Everyone, save for the few that had fled in a totally smart move, had been slain. Maybe, if they knew what stakes had been on the table, something Hatate herself wasn’t aware of until that final slaughter, they might have fled too.
The reporter hummed lightly, her eyes shifting over to her notepad. Several pages were now filled with notes she had taken of her observations from the battle, and from the only interview she had managed beforehand. She briefly wished she hadn’t paused her data collection just to summon a notepad. Hindsight is clearest, however. There wasn’t really any way she could have known the fight would have taken this turn.
The battle notes were notably less important than her interviews, as they consisted of quick yet legible scribblings of the various Primes’ motivations in that battle, and brief descriptions of attacks that looked important. Thankfully, everyone was really shouting their mind in that fight, so she didn’t have to dig for motivations. And the attacks, lacking a certain beauty that spell cards had, wouldn’t really be useful for the article she was beginning to plan out, but if something came up, it was nice to have.
Her gaze then switched over to her still-open camera, and she flicked through some of the photos she had taken. While there were a few that were junk photos, too blurry or off-center to use, and the sheer violence in some of the pictures made them unsuitable for her paper, enough of them were good to go. Of course, none of them were good enough to just plop onto a paper and call it good. She’d have to edit them in post to fit the article better.
As she sorted through them, Hatate’s mouth cracked into a small smile. Even though she’d taken these pictures from the air, so many of them looked like she had been right in the battle herself, getting in everyone’s way. It was a kind of quality that could only be produced with her thoughtography.
The camera flipped closed with a light snap, and the photographer’s gaze turned back to the charred and ruined landscape. Her eyes darted between the bodies scattered about, which were already beginning to dissolve into Omnilium. Wordlessly, she turned away and started making her way back across the Nexus, depositing her camera back into its case. She really needed to rest and get started on her article. Hopefully she’d be able to find a place to stay, or she could make her own. A nice little secondary print station, to last her until she could find her way back to Gensokyo.
It was a long walk to one of those gates, though, and she didn’t think she had it in her to fly there. Paper rustled as she flipped her notebook open to a blank page. If it was going to be a while, then she could at least get a first draft written up.
Victim of Betrayal Seeks Justice
Reads the title of a public bulletin, posted by Mr. Smith in a call for aide...
Of all the souls that had stood up to the amalgam and the plague knight, not a single remained. Everyone, save for the few that had fled in a totally smart move, had been slain. Maybe, if they knew what stakes had been on the table, something Hatate herself wasn’t aware of until that final slaughter, they might have fled too.
The reporter hummed lightly, her eyes shifting over to her notepad. Several pages were now filled with notes she had taken of her observations from the battle, and from the only interview she had managed beforehand. She briefly wished she hadn’t paused her data collection just to summon a notepad. Hindsight is clearest, however. There wasn’t really any way she could have known the fight would have taken this turn.
The battle notes were notably less important than her interviews, as they consisted of quick yet legible scribblings of the various Primes’ motivations in that battle, and brief descriptions of attacks that looked important. Thankfully, everyone was really shouting their mind in that fight, so she didn’t have to dig for motivations. And the attacks, lacking a certain beauty that spell cards had, wouldn’t really be useful for the article she was beginning to plan out, but if something came up, it was nice to have.
Her gaze then switched over to her still-open camera, and she flicked through some of the photos she had taken. While there were a few that were junk photos, too blurry or off-center to use, and the sheer violence in some of the pictures made them unsuitable for her paper, enough of them were good to go. Of course, none of them were good enough to just plop onto a paper and call it good. She’d have to edit them in post to fit the article better.
As she sorted through them, Hatate’s mouth cracked into a small smile. Even though she’d taken these pictures from the air, so many of them looked like she had been right in the battle herself, getting in everyone’s way. It was a kind of quality that could only be produced with her thoughtography.
The camera flipped closed with a light snap, and the photographer’s gaze turned back to the charred and ruined landscape. Her eyes darted between the bodies scattered about, which were already beginning to dissolve into Omnilium. Wordlessly, she turned away and started making her way back across the Nexus, depositing her camera back into its case. She really needed to rest and get started on her article. Hopefully she’d be able to find a place to stay, or she could make her own. A nice little secondary print station, to last her until she could find her way back to Gensokyo.
It was a long walk to one of those gates, though, and she didn’t think she had it in her to fly there. Paper rustled as she flipped her notebook open to a blank page. If it was going to be a while, then she could at least get a first draft written up.
Victim of Betrayal Seeks Justice
Reads the title of a public bulletin, posted by Mr. Smith in a call for aide...
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