♛ third step ♕

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[ Sefton appears on the Plane with little fanfare. Over his shoulder is a messenger bag, and in his hand is a note. If one were to peek over his shoulder, they would see the elegantly written words upon it:

People confuse lust and love too often for my tastes. Are you one of those types? Maybe. Maybe not. Love isn't just physical attraction, friend. Love is also finding connections with others.
-J

And so he looks a little irritated, but attempts to be calm. Vaguely, to the people on the Plane, he asks— ]

Who's "J"?

[ As always, standard Sefton-disclaimer applies. ]

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[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus approaches with a slight smile] You have one too? I was wondering it if was connected to the Plane. [he doesn't sound concerned about it; in fact, he seems quite cheerful]

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[ Sefton nods, and the slightly-irritated tone of voice remains. ]

Must be... [ though he doesn't say why, exactly ] Yours isn't any more specific?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

Even less so. [fishes his own message out of a pocket in his robes, straightening it out and holding it up; it says "Tsk, tsk. We need to do something about you. Here's a prescription, I hope it solves all your woes."]

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Prescription...? [ He frowns, leaning forward slightly to read it before he stands back up. ] Don't know what that means, I guess?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Marta's wandering around with her own little note, staring down at it as she aimlessly wanders the Plane, unsure of what to do with herself. Her tarot card is in her other hand. She looks up when she hears someone asking about J...]

Hmm? Did you get a note, too?

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[ He nods, shifting the paper in his hand for her to notice. ]

Yeah. Yours any less cryptic?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head and, after reading his, turns hers around so he can see: "All things have a beginning. -J".]

Not really... what do you think they mean?

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[ He considers that, but he pretty much knows nothing about tarot, aside from the meaning of the single card he found. ]

Not sure. You find a card recently?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She nods and shows him the card as well - The Fool.]

You have a card, too? What is it?

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[ Sefton hesitates, then folds the note and places it within his bag. Next, he pulls out his own card: number VI, the Lovers. ]

This.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[That wasn't a ping of jealousy. Of course not.]

I wonder who else got cards and notes... [She looks around for a moment, then turns her attention back to Sefton.] I bet they do something. I don't think the Plane would give things like this out unless they had a purpose, or did something.

[polarization]

[ Hey, at least it's not another character Laura Bailey voiced, or this would reaaally awkward. ]

There was a... something, asking people to take one, 'while ago. I didn't, but found one anyway. ... think it's like those rings?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[If the power to face one's true self is made manifest, I'm leaving.]

There was? I didn't go either, but... I still found this. I'm not sure, but it... really feels important. More important than the rings, anyway. [She was fine with taking the ring off. She's not so keen on letting her card go...]

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[ If that happens, I'm going with you. ]

Yeah... I feel the—

[ Suddenly, foreign thoughts come to him. Perseverance for the one you love; loyalty above all else; strength against impossible odds. Kind eyes - furious eyes - golden hair - quiet - loud - meant to be.

Sefton sways thanks to the sudden disorientation of the inexplicable mental infodump he just experienced and swallows whatever he was going to say. ]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Marta's eyes go wide at the abrupt cut-off and the stranger's swaying. She quickly steps forward and gently takes his arm with her hand, just in case the swaying gets any worse.]

Whoa, hey, are you alright?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel smirks a bit as he reads the note over Sefton's shoulder. He's feeling particularly satisfied, like the cat that got to the tub of butter, like nothing can touch him. Which means, of course, he should have fun.]

This J guy sure gets around.

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[ Sefton jerks forward, whirling around to face Axel. He's surprised, and irritated, but something is nagging at him and he suddenly feels very odd. ]

You... Did you get one, too?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I did. [He sees Sefton's odd reaction and grins fangishly.] Mine was pretty nice. I like people who have an appreciation for fire.

[polarization]

[ Sefton regards Axel very strangely for a minute, before he smiles back - just a bit. It seems he doesn't realize he's doing it. ]

... What did it say?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

It compared me to a wildfire.

[He steps back and shoves his hands into the pockets of his long jacket.]

I don't really know where they got that idea.

[polarization]

Sounds like he's just off his—

[ He stops, suddenly looking more than a little disoriented. Something undefinable flashes through his mind. An impression - the ends justify the means; as long as he can prevent collateral damage - followed by something a little more understandable: two blondes, one male and one female. Short. Blue eyes. Incredibly important.

Sefton gasps quietly and sways just a bit. What just happened? ]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Concern flickers across Axel's face.]

-- Whoa. You look a little pale. Maybe you should sit down, man.

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[ He stares at Axel, then lightly shakes his head. ]

I... You don't—are you friends with... two blond kids?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[The concern is replaced with muted surprise.]

... Yeah, why? You know them?

[polarization]

[ Sefton is also surprised, considering he was expecting Axel to deny it. He's not sure what to make of this, but he sincerely hopes it's not some sort of separate manifestation of his knack. He hadn't even touched Axel that time! ] ... no. Never seen them before.