[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.]
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tonewlengths) wrote2013-04-06 07:00 pm
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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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