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paixaorpg2007-05-07 12:46 pm
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An Entrance [Complete]
Characters: Briar Rose, Saïx
Content: Briar Rose and Saïx arrive and meet
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Content: Briar Rose and Saïx arrive and meet
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Briar Rose clutched the so-called journal the man had given her as though it were a lifevest and she were near drowning in a river. She had made it through the wide, arching gate and had stopped dead in her tracks, confused, lost, and a little lonely.
The torch had done it, she had decided, while waiting in line. She had been fumbling through the darkened storerooms and had lit a torch. Before this world had overtaken her own -- well, the mundy world, anyway -- she had had time enough to read "Extra-Dimensional Items and Items of Teleportation" scrawled on the shelves. A torch of teleportation? She would slap whoever thought that up, particularly since she hadn't wanted to go anywhere except back to her suite.
Worse, her adventure had left her inappropriately garbed for a visit anywhere. She was dressed in a comfortable pair of sneakers, tight-fitting designer jeans, and a once-adorable shirt purchased from the mundy store Old Navy. However, the sneakers were simple, the knees of her jeans stained, and her white mock peasant-top sprinkled and smudged with dust. Dust, too, was apparent on her hands, smudged on her face, and, she knew, ruining her lovely auburn hair. Fortunately, her hair was in a high ponytail, and so, with any luck, most of the dust would be invisible. In short, she was an embarassing mess!
With so much working against her, she had decided that this could not be a dream. After all, her dreams had always been the most lovely things! She had slept for an entire century, and she had never once suffered a nightmare in all that time. This particular dream seemed like a nightmare, and so, reluctantly, she had ruled that out.
There was only one thing that could make this worse, she felt. Briar drew herself together, attempted to pretend that she was covered in glitter rather than dust, and hailed the nearest person.
"Pardon," she said, smiling charmingly at the individual. "Is this the Empire?"
iThe torch had done it, she had decided, while waiting in line. She had been fumbling through the darkened storerooms and had lit a torch. Before this world had overtaken her own -- well, the mundy world, anyway -- she had had time enough to read "Extra-Dimensional Items and Items of Teleportation" scrawled on the shelves. A torch of teleportation? She would slap whoever thought that up, particularly since she hadn't wanted to go anywhere except back to her suite.
Worse, her adventure had left her inappropriately garbed for a visit anywhere. She was dressed in a comfortable pair of sneakers, tight-fitting designer jeans, and a once-adorable shirt purchased from the mundy store Old Navy. However, the sneakers were simple, the knees of her jeans stained, and her white mock peasant-top sprinkled and smudged with dust. Dust, too, was apparent on her hands, smudged on her face, and, she knew, ruining her lovely auburn hair. Fortunately, her hair was in a high ponytail, and so, with any luck, most of the dust would be invisible. In short, she was an embarassing mess!
With so much working against her, she had decided that this could not be a dream. After all, her dreams had always been the most lovely things! She had slept for an entire century, and she had never once suffered a nightmare in all that time. This particular dream seemed like a nightmare, and so, reluctantly, she had ruled that out.
There was only one thing that could make this worse, she felt. Briar drew herself together, attempted to pretend that she was covered in glitter rather than dust, and hailed the nearest person.
"Pardon," she said, smiling charmingly at the individual. "Is this the Empire?"
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At her question about friends he almost - almost - laughed. Could she be offering her hand in friendship? How naïve of her. "Perhaps," he answered. "I have what you could call friends, yes, but whether or not they are here remains to be seen."
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"Well, I do hope you find them," she reassured him, her smile echoing her compassion. "This seems a rather large place."
Briar rather doubted any of her friends -- or fellow Fables -- had appeared here as well. She would have heard -- perhaps. Beauty and the Beast did like to keep things hush-hush -- especially from the Mayor. The thought of her friends made her smile widen slightly.
"Any thoughts of what you will do until you find them?"