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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[A woman appears on the plane, her hair free down her back and a general expression of extreme confusion on her face] …Is this... That other universe? I never saw a place like it I suppose but it's always possible.

I suppose there could've been a portal right inside that shop, and they could've cut it off the moment I stepped through… Though I don't know why, I'm not exactly that important… Besides, does anybody actually know about me?

[She looks very alone for a moment and then straightens, glaring around the Plane with narrowed eyes] Well… I don't know if Kirilli knows where I am, but he'll probably have realized that I've disappeared, and he'll probably try and come after me.

[Studies the general Plane for a moment more and then looks down to the floor and frowns] Amazing… Haven't seen the stars so clear since… Since…

[Pursed lips] Well, no demons that I can see so far… Unless they're under me… And no reason I can think that I've been taken here… This is all most puzzling.

[In softer tones] No Beranabus either…

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[appears on the Plane, holding a fish and wearing a viking helmet]

Right. Well, this isn't where I intended to be.

[oh! New person!]

Hello!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Spins around, her hand immediately going for the shirt pocket where her knife is kept... And then stops and frowns] You aren't a demon.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Attracted by the mention of demons] You have demons after you?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Glances over sharply and purses her lips] ...Maybe, you know of them?

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

I've fought a few demons before.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...You're a disciple?

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

What..? No.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

So... A freelancer.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[That's a good a summary as anything else he's heard] I guess you could call it that.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Maybe you're not looking hard enough?

[Drusilla, who is indeed a demon (although not the sort Brigitta is referring to), glides towards the new arrival. She's carrying a doll and wearing what looks like a long white nightdress.]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[The knife actually comes out from her pocket now, but she doesn't do anything with it apart from hold it, looking at Dru with a even more puzzled expression] What, for the demons?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

For demons. For the reason you're here. What can you hear?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Lowers the knife a little] I can hear you and... [Frown] Well...

[The knife comes up a little more] Do you work for a demon master?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I don't work for anyone. And I don't have a master. I have Daddy and Spike and Grandmummy. No master.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Frown] But... This has to be a demon world.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Under you? What sort of demon would be under you?

[Staring at the ground beneath her feet, looking puzzled]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Crouching down] Well, a few of them can dig... [Glances up] Who are you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Dig? I suppose... [he frowns down at the ground]

Straight to the point, eh? Anthony Crowley. You?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Nod] Mm, I've seen it before.

[Frown] You don't already know? My, this is odd... [Sighs and stands up again] Brigitta.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a pause]

...should I know? I haven't seen you around here before, have I?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...No, I don't think we've met before...

Have you seen any demons around here?

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

Demons? ...Are you a guardian of death? Obviously from a different country... All those names sound foreign.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Frown] ...What's that?

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

Ah, obviously not. Sorry! Um.

...Why do you ask about demons?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Faint smile] No problem.

...This is a demon world isn't it?