a first miracle

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

I accept.

[ From a girl who appeared as if particles of sand merged just to form a solid figure; just two words to no one in particular. Words that mean nothing to no one unless they can view the Plane with the eyes of a witch. Walking around the scenery is lovely, just lovely. Nothing out of place for one who traveled realities, but has the taste on her tongue of something new, strange. Exciting. Sand and the smell of ocean water was starting to bore her as it was. This... ]

This game board will suffice just fine. Enough pieces, though with a mystery game master...

[ She pauses; thinking herself to be above such things. However, putting herself in the hands of another as a piece would be... entertaining, at the very least. She could feel herself capable of stretching her wingspan just fine-- which is to say, her powers were all intact even with the present game, and the status of piece. ]

... never mind that thought.

Playing alongside all of you will be interesting. Shall we get the pleasantries out of the way?

Comments

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

It's never quantity. It's quality. Who's to say it's good tea?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

In this place there's both. Unless something breaks, anyway. The tea's the kind you find in little tins.

You might disagree, though. I don't drink tea much.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

In any case, I'm sure I can bring the kind that suits my taste.

[ She sizes him up like an adult would, even though he's much bigger than her. ] You're not a voyager. None of the people I have met are... yet you all have access to this plane. Why is that?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't flinch when he's sized up. Wow, she's not even trying to hide how freaky she is. Not that he's sure of the extent of her powers, or what she can do, but he's just... Ugh. It's intoxicating and not in a good way. Like if he looks away for a minute, it'll swallow him up.]

It's a big experiment. Me, you, this whole thing. [He gestures to the Plane at large.] Meredith and her friends get to watch the results from wherever they are. [He doesn't drop the smile or devil-may-care tone.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

'Experiment?' ... an experiment is new. [ She looks like she's pondering on this-- she doesn't drop her flat expression either, despite the intrigue in her tone. ]

Meredith?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Yep. A big ol' fishbowl. With stars. And better food.

[It's unnerving, the way she looks...]

Meredith is the one in charge as far as I know. There used to be a pair of creepy twins who'd help out, but they're missing. Oh, and there's... a huge wolfish guy who babysits the shop sometimes.

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

And full of all kinds of fish.

[ Spoken like a cat overlooking the fishbowl. Though maybe that's not right-- there's no pupils, no shine in her eyes, not even slitted cat's pupils. They're just a glassy, dead violet. ]

One player, with separate higher pieces... I'll take note of that. You are?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

[Yeah, and the last time he saw eyes like that, it was from someone without a heart.

Ugh.]

Axel. And your name~? [The jester absolutely must play his part.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

I am Bernkastel, the Witch of Miracles.

[ Even her smiling for courtesy just looks... ]

A pleasure.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Looks like she wants to flay him alive. Yeah. He's figured that out already!]

Nice to meet ya. A real witch! Did you come from Halloween Town?

[His tone is perky and forced. He doesn't like witches or sorceresses or whatever the fuck Maleficent was. Dark fairy? Whatever. He's getting similar vibes here except that Bernkastel's nails are shorter.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ She's got a face that's never meant to smile. This would be sad if it wasn't Bernkastel we're talking about here. ]

Halloween... town? [ Spoken like it was ludicrous. ] My apologies if I disappoint, but I don't don a pointed hat and mount a broom once a year searching for children to cook.

I simply exist. There's no point of origin for me.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't say it like it's a bad thing. I heard there's some good people in Halloween Town. Nothing's better than scaring kids.

[... What an odd thing to say.] You don't have parents?

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Scaring kids? ... I'm not that type of witch.

I'm a manifestation of magic, a being of power and thought. I was born from an effigy, and that's all I need to say.

[ Bern that

that doesn't say anything

except that you speak in riddles and those riddles don't make a lot of sense ]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[That's quite an ego there.]

Aww, how cute. Do all magical world-tripping witches wear frills and lace?

[... Axel.]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, she smiles. ]

How did you know?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I had a feeling—and now I know what to watch out for. [oh... do you now?] Say, you wouldn't look bad in a pointy hat. Maybe if it had a bow on it instead of a buckle...

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

I think I'm fine accessorizing with what I have. Simple is best.

... you seem to subscribe to that fashion statement yourself.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[haha, if only she knew what he normally (http://i41.tinypic.com/2use55g.jpg) wore...]

Ha. These are my work clothes. Sorry to disappoint, but black isn't everything.