[You aren't where you just were a moment ago. You remember it very clearly: who you were talking to, or fighting with, or what book you were reading.
Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
[Where she was was chained up in a tower, struggling to get her hands free, so the sudden release sends her crashing to the ground with a yelp. Rapunzel recovers quickly, sitting up and looking around, terrified]
[Wringing her hair, I need to get out of here I need to get back to Corona this is weird is this another one of Gothel's dramatics??? It must be but why did she let me go???
...FUCK IT THIS IS ALL STUPID. Grits her teeth and storms forward, any possible dropping sensations be damned.]
[Disembodied finger bones flow loosely through the air.
Every now and then, they duck and weave to form patterns . . . hearts, wings, houses . . . before faithfully returning to the familiar structure of a hand.
One hand curls up as you speak, beckoning you closer.]
[Bones dance and twist between the moving cards, laying them out upon the table, each card landing familiar, fast and precise.
The Two of Joy, crossed by the Ace of Empty. The Two of Flames, the Three of Flames, the Four of Flames, the Five of Flames, the Six . . . cards that spread out like a pinwheel, like a starburst. The Ace of Death, laid crosswise over the centre.
Finally, one card breaks from the deck to float in the air before her, bones assembling below, one by one, into the hand holding it.]
[You dream that you sit up in the middle of the night, your room absolutely photorealistic. The shadows are deeper, the colors a little more washed out. As you look out the window, you see a figure missing arms walk through the empty, still courtyard with stiff, awkward steps. It vanishes to the south....]
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tonewlengths) wrote2013-04-06 07:00 pm
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Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
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What--
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Then as if it never happened at all, you seem to blink, standing, about to take a step again.]
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[...Do I want to take a step again]
[No, let's just stay still for a little bit]
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H...Hello?
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...FUCK IT THIS IS ALL STUPID. Grits her teeth and storms forward, any possible dropping sensations be damned.]
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tick
tick
It gets louder as you walk.]
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and then it's gone.]
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a table, just ahead, with two hands settled on it calmly.]
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[...No, standing up straight, I will face you possibly Gothel!!]
What is this?
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Every now and then, they duck and weave to form patterns . . . hearts, wings, houses . . . before faithfully returning to the familiar structure of a hand.
One hand curls up as you speak, beckoning you closer.]
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Welcome. Welcome. Weeeeelcomeeee.
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What? Who... who are you?
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Resting where they were is a long deck of cards, their paper thick and yellowed at the edges.]
Welcome, thief.
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Uh, are you sure you have the right person?
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Shall we wee see?
[Swirling and swirling, curving down over the deck of cards, over the faded, cracked lace runner covering the table.]
Shall we seeeee what has been taken?
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I- No, look, I don't have time, I didn't take anything. Are you the one who freed me? Thank you, but I really have to get back to Corona.
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[The bones return to hands, and the cards lift into the air between them, splitting into halves and joining again, the sound of paper on paper
shhht shhhht shhhht
rhythmic and soothing.]
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The Two of Joy, crossed by the Ace of Empty. The Two of Flames, the Three of Flames, the Four of Flames, the Five of Flames, the Six . . . cards that spread out like a pinwheel, like a starburst. The Ace of Death, laid crosswise over the centre.
Finally, one card breaks from the deck to float in the air before her, bones assembling below, one by one, into the hand holding it.]
Here, thief. Here is your card.
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No, I don't need a card, thank you! I just need a door.
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The card shows an ornate vanity, old and finely crafted. Beautiful save that the mirror has a solid crack down the middle.]
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Why are you showing me these? Who are you?
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Have a . . . have a . . . a . . .
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What's happening to you? What are you!? People aren't meant to do that!
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and flutters down into the dark, taking her consciousness with it.]
Have a pleasant dream, thief.
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[Night 2]
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