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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela's back and in her pajamas once more, but she's still not resting. Instead she's at her desk, an ornately carved deal with an ink well and everything. Speaking of ink, it's all over the place. Smears and fingerprints here and there, papers tossed all around. Angela's in the middle of the mess, scribbling five brief messages and folding them with little attention to form. She looks at them a moment before sitting back, looking upset and frustrated. Her hair's a mess and she looks like she hasn't slept in a while. She fidgets nervously, as though she can't stay still for longer than a few seconds. ]

( More experiment fun~ )

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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Angie? Angie, hey, easy, what's wrong? [Comes up behind her chair and rests his hands gently on her shoulders.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela about jumps out of her skin and is on her feet almost instantly. She wheels and holds her hands out, and it takes her a few long moments of confusion before she recognizes him. But for some reason she can't come up with his name. ]

... You scared me.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Okay, something is seriously wrong here.] Angie... can you tell me what you're doing?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to get a message to my friends. If they can get to Altena...

[ She places a hand on the desk, leaning on it. ] I'm locked in my room. There are guards outside my door.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

What happened? [Thinks he probably isn't going to like the answer.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She's trying very hard to stay strong, but it wouldn't be an Angela/Firo thread without some bawling on Angela's part. ]

That woman! That horrible, evil woman is in my mother's throne! That bitch, she and the Deathjester..!

[ Insert shaking and sobbing here. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Steady, steady, shhh. [And hugging her now because D8 ] Tell me straight what happened, okay? Right after you left and then on.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I went back, and I found him in the hall to the throne room. I tried to freeze him, at least delay him so I could get to my mother first, and it worked for a bit... I ran into the throne room.

[ Angela hugs close to him, still crying. ] That woman, Isabella, she was on my mother's throne. She... she's pretending to be my mother. I don't know, I don't know what's happened to my mother, I don't, I can't...

[ She takes a breath. ] My side was hurting from when I was here, and I remember being sick, there was blood, maybe it was mine. I blacked out and woke up in my room.

[contract_star]

Angela, what the...?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ You get a treatment similar to Firo's, Hei, only Angela's still seated, watching you warily until something clicks. No name for you, either, though. ]

I couldn't write anything there. If they found out, my friends would be in danger. [ She looks down at the papers. ] More danger than they're already in, anyway.

[contract_star]

[Oh he noticed that. Particularly since he felt the same way during those days in the Gate. And now he's watching her very carefully.]

Danger? Wait, what happened with the Deathjester?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

He's in league with Isabella. They're attempting to take over Altena from the inside. [ She looks down. ] I'm locked in my room, with guards outside the door who won't let me leave.

[contract_star]

Who is Isabella? And why won't the guards let you leave?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Isabella is the Dark Prince's second-in-command. She took over Navarre before, now she's doing the same thing here. Everyone believes she's the Queen.

I... I don't know what's happened to my mother.

The Deathjester told them I was dangerous and delusional. That I had to be kept in my room until I can be dealt with.

[contract_star]

[Is silent for a moment, processing everything.] Damn.

I'm sure your mother is fine. She got through that whole reality switch thing alright, didn't she? And you're pretty strong yourself. [Smiles a little.]

Do you think it's some kind of...spell, that's making everyone else see them differently?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I don't know, [ she still can't remember his name!] I don't know if she's really all right. And it's killing me that I don't know.

[ She nods ] I'm starting to think this illness I've got is a part of it, too.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Good heavens, Angela--you smell exhausted. [Her ears twitch backward.] And that foreign scent inside you is stronger now.

Angela, what has been happening??

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela tenses, eyeing Amaterasu. ] You're a...

Oh. No, nevermind. [ Angela remembers this wolf is safe, she likes this wolf. She's a goddess, too. What was her name...? ]

A lot. [ She covers her eyes with her hands. ] Too much.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Ears droop in concern and Amaterasu trots up to her side, snuffling at her.] Goodness, Angela, I have never seen you so distressed...pray, tell me what has happened.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela reaches down and scratches Amaterasu on the head idly. Her hands are clammy. ] Two old enemies of mine are attempting to overthrow my kingdom, and I'm trapped in my room.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Old enemies?? But why are you trapped??

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Everyone else believes that the Deathjester is Koren, and that Isabella is my mother. They've stepped into their places and no one sees...

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

You're the only one who can see them? [This sounds a bit odd to Ammy, though she's plenty used to spells like that.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She nods. ] I'm hoping my friends can help me. [ She looks at the letters she's written. ] They've fought them before, too.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Angela...?