.:001:. - Of Broomsticks and Cauldrons (Not Really)

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Well, this wasn't what I was expecting at all. Especially since I wasn't astral projecting. At least I don't think. No Elementals around, either... I can feel energy all around me, but I can't pinpoint a source; that's usually not a good sign. Pretty setting though it may be, this is a bit of a sticky situation, isn't it? I think now's the time to ask "what would Buffy do"?

No, that won't work. Different approach then. "What would Giles do?" Besides wonder what was in his tea? I just came in here for some supplies, really. I thought it was a Wiccan shop. Obviously, that was a mistake on my part. The logical conclusion, from my line of experience at least, is, "it's a trap!" So, is there some big bad here that I have to take care of or something? Because I can. Usually.

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Nope! No traps here. [Her eyes give off a weird glittering color. She tilts her head to one side.] Wow! You got the god-almighty glow in you.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[And she's crouching to get closer.] No traps, you say? I guess I'll take your word for it.

And nope. not a god. Just me.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Not all the time. Sometimes! Not right now though. Maybe.

[She trots up and rubs her cheek against Willow's shoe.] My human. I like you. You got a bit of the old touch. Me too!

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Kay fine, she's petting now.] The old touch? I'm curious now.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Very loud, rattling purr.] Old touch! Like this.

[She darts away and runs in a circle, faster and faster until she starts to glow faintly blue and leave streaks in the air. A minty-green colored butterfly sizzles to life in the middle of her little circle and she stops, staggering dizzily.] Do kittens dream of electric butterflies!

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[She blinks at that a bit, impressed.] Wow, that's a different sort of magic. [Her eyes follow the butterfly as it flutters around a bit.] I'm guessing touching it isn't a smart idea.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Have an Aniki speaking Japanese in the full knowledge that it will probably confuse you. Yeah, she's like that.]

Fear you've come at a bit of a bad time. Seems things have gone a bit mad just as you arrived.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Um... Hi?

German

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Cheerfully] No? How about this one, then?

Re: German

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[She's blinking now.] I... don't understand.

German

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

No? Ah, well, suppose it can't be helped. Welcome, though! 'Hello'? Do you know what that one means?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

I think I heard 'hello in there somewhere. *headtilt*

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Minato speaks English! |D] Big bad?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Yay!] Yeah. You know, evil demon, vampire, some type of warlock gone megalomaniac. That sort of thing.

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

There's a few...

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Misaki to the rescue! Seeing Willow accosted by a cat, someone speaking Japanese and... well... Minato, she figures she should probably explain what's going on.]

I'm sorry. You look new. It seems you've gotten here right when the twins decided to make things go haywire again.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

The... twins?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

The Twins. They-- [Okay. First thing's first.] This is the Astral Plane. So far as we can tell, we've all been dragged here for some sort of experiment. Almost everyone here is from different realities. You can come and go between your world and this place with a thought, time doesn't pass at home while you're here, and normally everyone is able to communicate freely. It seems there's a bit of a... translation problem at the moment.

Likely caused by the Twins, who seem to be in charge of this place.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Ah...

So, not exactly a bad place, just... weird. Got it. [She nods.] My name's Willow. Thanks for the info, miss...?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Oh--Kirihara. Misaki Kirihara. [Offers a hand for handshakings!] You sound used to this sort of thing.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Italian] Don't suppose you speak Italian do you? [Aaand Tibetan] Or Tibetan?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Bites her lip, then shakes her head.] No hablo. Oh wait, that's Spanish. Sorry, don't understand you. [Smiles apologetically and shrugs.] I'll be happy to talk to you once the language thingy is working again, though!

Italian

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Damn. At least hand shakes are pretty universal?] I'm Ianto. Ianto Jones.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Indeed! She'll take it~.] Okay, I'm Willow... I think you said 'Ianto' and not some other language word. Ianto's a name, right?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Nods... because he's pretty sure she was asking if Ianto was his name.] And you're Willow?