[CLOSED] When Tower Angels Fall | Dystopian Podcast Series
Mollancholy for Ksenia
Mid to late 40s. Blunt. Formidable. Empty.
A woman to command and demand authority, Ksenia Moltenore is a seasoned interrogator, tasked with extracting some unknown information from her subjects. She’s been through 18 bodies under the same operation, and thinks she may finally be closing in on what has eluded her for two long years. Woe betide anyone who gets in her way.
Voice type: low pitch, any accent. A voice to strike fear in others, even when at a whisper, that doesn’t back down for anyone. She’s hardened over the years as a means to survive, and her voice should reflect this – some husk or bite to her tone, perhaps.
[agitated, angry, trying to form a plan]
She’s been in there six days and tell me a single crack we’ve found that doesn’t lead to more fucking angels! (Beat.) We should issue another before she forgets again. Call ahead while the storm’s still up.
[uncharacteristically soft and sincere, almost mournful]
And I just sat in the rubble after, a long, long time… watching the sky turn dark through the stained glass till all the cracks gave way and there wasn’t a window at all. Sometimes, here, I almost expect it to happen too.
[cold, intimidating, slightly disgusted]
I won’t say what I feel about it. I can at least recognise you’re more than equipped for this line of work. But, as unbridled as you were, that is not how this facility runs. You get that sweet little temper of yours under control, and none of us have to suffer a repeat casualty. I warn you now, because I am not going out like that, but I sure as shit can make sure you will. (Beat.) Do I make myself clear?
