A new arrival [Completed]

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Character(s): Soma, Lucifer, anyone else who cares to jump in.
Content: Soma's arrival through the Niflheim gate, meeting the Original Lord of Darkness, various & nefarious other happenings
Setting: Niflheim gate
Time: Week 2, early morning
Warnings: Potential mild swearing, probably about it.


Soma was awoken, not by his alarm clock, but by the sun falling across his face. Shielding his eyes automatically, he sat up, flinging aside the covers and making to get out of bed.

Only to find he was not -in- his bed. Beneath his hand, he felt wet grass, and there was a very distinct early morning breeze blowing.

Now fully awake (and standing, though he would later have no idea how he'd gotten that way), Soma took stock of his situation. He was, surprisingly, fully clothed (and armed, though he knew for certain that he'd left Laevatain in a case at the foot of his bed).

Before him stood a gate that, in his sleep-fogged vision, was distressingly familiar. "Oh God, not this place again..." he muttered, palming his face. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he made note of the decorative nature of the gate (it looked like it was made of ice), and realized that it was -not- the gate to Dracula's castle.

But...

What -was- it?

From what he could see, his first guess was 'city'. There were huge domes surrounding it, whatever it was, and a steady stream of people going in through the gates. Seeing nothing better to do, Soma followed them in...

Comments

[onmyouji-subaru.livejournal.com]

Subaru fights the urge to step back in alarm as the man smoking a cigarette addressed him as 'little onmyouji'. It is usually dangerous for another to know who you are, that would mean they know your weaknesses too. And yet, Subaru is not here to fight the other man, he is just curious, and lost. In an attempt to calm himself down, he lets go of his Ofudas and takes a cigarette instead, lighting it with fluidity that comes with practice.

"Who are you?" he says while exhaling the smoke. He only has one more cigarette left, and this place does not seem to sell any. Such a pity.

[notquitedracula.livejournal.com]

Soma blinked at the man's name. A demon? Named Lucifer? Feeling the distinct need to sit down, Soma turned instead to the other person. "I'm Soma. Am I to gather that smoking is the going fad around here?" he asked, gesturing at the cigarettes both men now held.

The scorpion was now about ten feet away, and taking a much more definite interest in their little gathering...