vatheon | (no subject)

Who: Madame Red and YOU!
When: July 23rd, evening
Where: The plaza, near the coral!
Style: Action to begin with, but willing to do prose.
Status: Open to everyone!

[Angelina wonders if she lost her way in London after Elizabeth Stride. Did she pass out, anyway? She can't remember how she ended up soaking wet in something else than blood... She notices Grell is not around. If she was here, she would be making a scandal of having her red outfit ruined. Angelina's was ruined already anyway.

Fortunately, she still carries a bloody scalpel with her. As she looks around, she realizes she is in a dome underwater. How did she get here, anyway? Where is this place? She can only be wary as she takes a few steps away from the Plaza. Even though her fine clothes are dripping wet, she holds herself in an elegant manner that makes her look sophisticated. Anyone who happens to see her would realize she's an aristocrat. Quite an outdated one, by modern standards, of course. Just before anyone shows up, she manages to stash the scalpel inside her sleeve.]

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Vatheon? [This is not a place she has heard of before. Not even in fairytales.]

Was it you who brought me here?

[She takes the offered towel with grateful nod, and wipes some of the blood from her hands and face. She remembers she has her scalpel hidden in her sleeve, and is careful of not letting it slip.]

[The smile doesn't fade, even as he shakes his head.]

No. I am like you in this regard. Though, I do believe our similarities end there.

[Aside from, you know, ~*~murders~*~... but she has proxies for that. Do try not to cut yourself with that; you never know what sort of disease they may have.]

[Damn, he saw her scalpel. She might as well just hold it properly.]

Thank you for the warning. [Finally returns the smile.] So it means we are trapped in this strange place?

[Very little slips by this one's gaze, especially if Death is in the air about them. After all,this human is not the only one who adorns themselves in red.]

For the time being, it would seem. But then, time is a rather fickle concept... wouldn't you agree?

[Trapped is not good. But at least if the police looks for her in London, they won't find her.]

I understand... [Time? Yes... Life has seemed endless for her since that incident...] Maybe...

[But is it truly the police one should be worried about? After all, even in some other cases it would be nigh impossible for normal detectives to arrive at the correct answers.]

Interesting... [He chuckles.] Normally newcomers would say that time is an absolute.

[Not at all, the one solving that mystery will the one she didn't want to get involved in that.]

Not at all... A few days can seem an eternity... Or years can go by in the blink of an eye...

[Didn't stop a few little pawns from solving everything... One could only hope that a new interest wouldn't fall so easily to the same ordeals.]

Too true, indeed. [Ah, and there is a smirk.] And how unfortunate it is when any living being simply lets that time slip by...

[We'll just have to see about that...]

[Smirks back.] So it is...