1st Reckoning

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[An eleven year old girl appears on the plane with a frying pan in one hand. The sudden change in scenery startles her, and she thinks for a moment longer.]

… Oh, I get it. "A thought in yer heid." Doors are everywhere. So this place is like that, huh?

[She takes in the scenery for a bit, noticing the lack of a visible floor, then inhales a nice good breath and talks to the plane.]

Alright, Meredith! I want to know why you have your dolls on my land. They’re too close to where Granny Aching’s been buried, and their place sounds like... it sounds like nightmares. You have one chance to explain, or there will be a reckoning! And I defeated the Queen of Fairies, so don’t even think I’m frightened by the likes of you.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. I'm Henrietta. Who are you?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Tiffany. Have you seen Meredith recently, or an egress?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think so. What's an egress?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

An exit! The way out isn't always the same as the way in.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh! That's easy. You think about it to go home, and you think about it to come back!

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Same door, then. Thank you.

... What else do you know about this place?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Well, I guess it's an experiment that those Twins have. I haven't been here very long. Did you really defeat the Queen of the Fairies?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

I did! She was trying to take my world all for herself, so I gave her a good whack with my frying pan.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, is it made of iron?

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Of course. Most are. And it works a lot better than a stick would.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nodnod] Sticks break so easily. My violin case is reinforced, so I use that a lot.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Do you have to fight a lot?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, though most of the time I use a gun. I'm not so good at hand-to-hand.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't fight hand-to-hand either. I use a frying when meetings get violent, but most of the time things will sort themselves out with a few well chosen words. What's a gun?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...you... You don't know? [She has never, in her life, met a girl her age who didn't know what a gun was. DX]

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. Why would I ask if I already knew? What is it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It's... [She takes the P239 from under her jacket] This is a Sig Sauer P239. It's one kind. There are lots of kinds.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[Looks it over! It looks kind of like a malformed boomerang, but a clunky metal boomerang like that would never come back :/ Unless maybe it's meant for one use? That's a waste of a lot of metal.] ... What does it do?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It... you shoot it.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

Out of something?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

N... no. It shoots bullets.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

It's too small to fire an arrow...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It doesn't. [She ejects the cartridge and shows Tiffany its contents] It shoots bullets.

[livingchalk.livejournal.com]

[Huh. Pointy metal. Same concept as an arrow... or knife. Like an assassin. Maybe she just hunts in the woods. Except it's easily concealed, and things like deer and wolves don't need weapons concealed from them because they don't understand what they're for. People do. She's a bit young for an assassin. You're a bit young to have defeated the Queen. I am not!]

... Are you an assassin?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[jldkajd what] I-- are you?