If all the world was a stage
Part a: The puppet, the marionette, and the former spy
Slow Dance of Circuits
By Lucille DeVera
Six years after the fall
The Chimera Club- Quadille City
A woman sat on the edge of a seat at the bar, conversing deeply with an amiable bartender. She wore strange clothing even for Quadille City fashion. Her clothes were exotic, and made of airy fabrics. There were transparent trails and the colours looked like they had a huge potential to become bright. "Like a cross between belly dancer and gypsy attire." Her old employer once stated.
A girl around the age of thirteen stood on a stage in one of the corners of the room, singing a slow song. She wore a green silk dress that had light floral patterns. Her blond hair was tied up in to two pigtails with green ribbons, and her right eye was covered by a black circular eye patch. Her voice tinkled lightly, as she sang, resonating with the piano accompaniment. "If only you could sing to techn