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[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[a confused Arthur appears on the Plane and he looks very unamused]

Oh what on earth is this?

[and then he's on the defensive]

Whoever it is that is behind this I demand you make yourself known immediately. Show yourself now. Hiding will only prolong the inevitible.

[and he looks around waiting for someone to emerge, although the setting finally does click and he sounds just slightly less self assured]

What type of place is this? It surely must be the product of sorcery and witchcraft. But what kind of sorcerer is capable of an illusion of this size. It is like nothing I have ever heard of or encountered. It's almost like another world entirely.

[with a small amount of surprise and wonder]I will admit that if your goal is to disorient it is a job well done.

[and back to authoritative prince mode] But now that you've brought me to this place, the only honourable thing to do is to make your presence known. Perhaps then we can settle this like men, instead of you hiding somewhere like a scared child.

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[collector]

[Braxiatel smiles] I'm going to tell you how to go back home. All right? You can come back the same way, of course.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[the laughter dies down and he looks at Brax rather skeptically]

...all right.

[collector]

It's very simple, really. Some people find it easier to walk as they do it. Essentially, you think of home and you'll go back there. After a while, it becomes very natural.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[he looks skeptical]

So I am meant to just walk and -

[he drops from the Plane. A minute later he returns somewhat flabbergasted]

That was...that was unbelievable.

[collector]

[smiling] More wine?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[an almost shaky breath which he quickly controls before sitting back down]

Please.

Would you start this all over from the beginning. Who exactly are you in the scheme of things in this...place?

[collector]

Of course. [Braxiatel pours Arthur more wine]

I'm not anyone special. Just another of their 'guests.' From the beginning: this is the Astral Plane. It is a meeting place, a.... a knot at the centre of a web, where all the strands are different times and places. Any point on that thread can be brought in and knotted into this. You can come and go freely, which is some relief, I'm sure, and as long as you are here, you have eternity. You return home to exactly when you left.