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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Someone has returned to the plane.

She is standing there. That is all. Simply standing there with a hard, examining gaze directed along the lines of her surroundings. As if determining if it is worth her while at all. It was, once.

And then she could not help but think that it wasn't.

But now? Reinette is no longer certain.

So she remains. Perhaps for someone to finalize the course of her thoughts in either direction]

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[collector]

[Braxiatel approaches the woman, taking measure of her appearance and deportment. He inclines his head in something like a bow.] Is there something I can do to assist you, my lady?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She is aware of the presence as it approaches. Reinette has always erred on the side of caution in this place, and now only moreso in her return. Though her masks remain firmly in place, and little of her doubt is visible on her features. Only a cool distance she she turns to meet the stranger]

No assistance is required. For now I am content to observe, and to determine if can still identify anything worthy in this place.

[collector]

Do you expect to find it in the emptiness? [His voice is calm and unassuming, measured and detached.]

[bowtied.livejournal.com]

[There's a face he hasn't seen in a very long time. He assumes this is Reinette's first time here, since he hasn't seen her before, and so he finally settles on standing beside her and scrutinizing the Plane with her]

[his tone is semi-serious as he looks ahead of him, but if she notices, his eyes are smiling]

Now, I know what you're thinking.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[There is another voice, and Reinette again turns to greet it. There is something about him that is knowing, and a confidence that Reinette cannot quite determine if she finds irritating or not. In either case, he is speaking to her.

She supposes that she should speak back]

And how could you possibly presume to know what I am thinking?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[That face... something about her seems so familiar. Crowley stands at a distance for some time, wracking his brain, until finally it dawns on him.]

Reinette?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Another voice. Another presence interrupting her musings. Reinette turns towards it --

Only to find someone familiar.

And though she does not smile? A noticeable amount of chill lifts from her features]

It has been some time, has it not? Does the labyrinth still stand?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley slips his hands into his pockets and shrugs]

Beats me. I've only just come back, really. I think I might've forgotten about this place altogether, if that's even possible.

Have you been away as well, then?

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

Are you lost?

[So says the shady-looking lanky and long-haired blonde dressed in a long black coat and fedora.]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[A question. And one directly presented. There is something for that. And so she rewards the stranger with an answer]

No. I am not lost.

Merely undecided.