Mystearica
Star
- Joined
- May 20, 2014
"Welcome... to the Velvet Room."
The black mists of hazy unconsciousness gave way to dim lights in every shade of blue imaginable -- a cyan glow from an overhead light and the lower bar, deep navy seating, and a faint indigo glow that suffused the air and gave texture to every shadow. But... there was a man.
Igor smiled wide behind steepled fingers, crooked and gloved claws that folded neatly beneath a nose that was far too large to belong to any normal human being. "You are... an odd one. A different air surrounds you than those that... typically enter this room," he said with a rasped chuckle, his tone polite; almost genial even. It was entirely at odds with his... unique appearance.
Tear Grants stirred, pushing gloved hands against the cloth of the seat she'd been laid upon. It looked like the inside of one of those military vehicles in one of the officer compartments; all nice elegance and the like, but there was something different. Something... eerie.
"What is this?" Tear asked. Memories were hazy, drifting in and out of mental sight like a desert's mirage. She'd... been in Baticul, and...
"A place that exists between time and space, Ms. Grants," Igor said. "Or is it Fende? Ah, but I get ahead of myself. You are here for a very specific purpose. What, though," he said as Tear's mouth began to open, "I can not say for not even I know!" Igor said with a low chuckle.
"... ahh. Allow for me to read you the cards," Igor said as he gestured grandly to a series of cards laid out before him. He waved a hand, one card twitching faintly before jumping off of the table, revealing a hanging silhouette. "Ahh... the Hanged Man. You seek a cause to throw yourself into, something perhaps to die for. A meaning to exist," Igor said -- there was no reprimand, no comment. Just a simple statement of fact.
Tear scowled at him, cheeks burning in anger as she pushed herself up on woozy legs. "Listen, I don't know what is going on, but if you can return me home..." Tear said, turning hopeful blue eyes onto the strange little man.
Igor tutted under his breath. "It is not easy as all that, I am afraid. You have a part to play in strange times ahead. If you are to return home, then you must see through the fog. You are clever, and I am sure you will figure it out," Igor said with an expression that went quite suddenly grave.
"... in time you will find your way back here, and then perhaps you will know what must be done. I will help as I can, so know this; there is a young man whose future is as uncertain as your own, who strives to find a way through the fog. Be his light for as much as he will be yours," Igor said.
"But wait, that doesn't tell me--"
And then there was nothing.
Figures were gathering around a figure in Junes, a slumped over young woman with lighter brown hair and closed blue eyes, in a strange brown garment and pink stockings. Tear had been deposited from the Velvet Room into the electronics department, with more than one confused onlooker considering Tear was passed out on a shelf with a boxed radio as a pillow.
The black mists of hazy unconsciousness gave way to dim lights in every shade of blue imaginable -- a cyan glow from an overhead light and the lower bar, deep navy seating, and a faint indigo glow that suffused the air and gave texture to every shadow. But... there was a man.
Igor smiled wide behind steepled fingers, crooked and gloved claws that folded neatly beneath a nose that was far too large to belong to any normal human being. "You are... an odd one. A different air surrounds you than those that... typically enter this room," he said with a rasped chuckle, his tone polite; almost genial even. It was entirely at odds with his... unique appearance.
Tear Grants stirred, pushing gloved hands against the cloth of the seat she'd been laid upon. It looked like the inside of one of those military vehicles in one of the officer compartments; all nice elegance and the like, but there was something different. Something... eerie.
"What is this?" Tear asked. Memories were hazy, drifting in and out of mental sight like a desert's mirage. She'd... been in Baticul, and...
"A place that exists between time and space, Ms. Grants," Igor said. "Or is it Fende? Ah, but I get ahead of myself. You are here for a very specific purpose. What, though," he said as Tear's mouth began to open, "I can not say for not even I know!" Igor said with a low chuckle.
"... ahh. Allow for me to read you the cards," Igor said as he gestured grandly to a series of cards laid out before him. He waved a hand, one card twitching faintly before jumping off of the table, revealing a hanging silhouette. "Ahh... the Hanged Man. You seek a cause to throw yourself into, something perhaps to die for. A meaning to exist," Igor said -- there was no reprimand, no comment. Just a simple statement of fact.
Tear scowled at him, cheeks burning in anger as she pushed herself up on woozy legs. "Listen, I don't know what is going on, but if you can return me home..." Tear said, turning hopeful blue eyes onto the strange little man.
Igor tutted under his breath. "It is not easy as all that, I am afraid. You have a part to play in strange times ahead. If you are to return home, then you must see through the fog. You are clever, and I am sure you will figure it out," Igor said with an expression that went quite suddenly grave.
"... in time you will find your way back here, and then perhaps you will know what must be done. I will help as I can, so know this; there is a young man whose future is as uncertain as your own, who strives to find a way through the fog. Be his light for as much as he will be yours," Igor said.
"But wait, that doesn't tell me--"
And then there was nothing.
Figures were gathering around a figure in Junes, a slumped over young woman with lighter brown hair and closed blue eyes, in a strange brown garment and pink stockings. Tear had been deposited from the Velvet Room into the electronics department, with more than one confused onlooker considering Tear was passed out on a shelf with a boxed radio as a pillow.