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Th-this… c-can’t be happening… [Chloe stumbles slightly, eyes wide as she stares up at the stars above her head—the surrounding area of the plane that looks as though it should be something out of a sci-fi movie. First the nightmare—which she was used to, though not to this caliber—then the shop keeper, that Sault woman, finding herself here. Her throat constricted.]

D-Derek?! [If he was anywhere nearby, he’d hear her, right?] Simon? Tori? A-Aunt Lauren?

Oh, no. No, no, no. [Panic seized in her chest. Her stomach twisted into knots. She would not panic. This had to be the St. Cloud Cabal’s doing: Sorcerer magic. She wouldn’t let them get to her.]

Okay, you found me. [She didn’t stutter. Good.] .] I know who you are, so you don’t need to pull this. The bad guys always go for the seemingly helpless girl, right? Where are the others? Where is my Aunt Lauren? Wh-where are Simon and Derek and Tori?

[Then she remembered. Derek. Werewolf. Expendable. She might be expendable.] I-I promise to c-cooperate so long as you don’t harm any of the others! [Did that sound too desperate? She didn’t care. If this was as bad as she assumed it was, she wasn’t taking any chances on the safety of her friends and family.

[She took a step forward. Then another. ‘Welcome to The Machine?’ What was this, more experimentation? She shuddered, lungs seizing in her chest.]

You can’t do this… [The words were whispered, horror in her tone. Then a fist clenched, and she glared at the general landscape. They wouldn’t win. They could never win. Alright, she was captured. Now it looked like she needed to find the others—and get answers. With a stride full of purpose, she stepped forward, anger lashing her tone as she warned whoever was behind this.]

You picked the wrong heroine to mess with, Sorcerer. [Damned if the others weren’t looking for her right now.]

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[Have a mage that is amused at her reaction. But Firesong isn't totally heartless and he will eventually speak up.] You can calm down some you know. I doubt your friends are in any danger.

[Chloe jumps slightly at the voice, turning to the one who approached her with a deer in headlights expression for a moment before she gathered her senses and attempted to hide her fear. Still--he mentioned her friends, and Chloe needed answers.]

You know where they are? [Her tone was one of relief, though it quickly turned to suspicion.] Who are you, and what is this place? How do you know they aren't in any danger?

[They were always in danger.]

[He doesn't exactly blame her for the suspicion.] I imagine your friends are right where you left them. If you desire you can go back and check yourself. [He waves his hand to indicate the are around them] All this is the Astral Plane, and I am Firesong. Before you ask, I don't really have anything to do with this. Even my magic can't create something as immense as this. I was brought here in the same way you were.

[She stares. She can't help it. She might not have believed any of his words were remotely possible had her life not changed so drastically in the past year.]

Go back and check? [Her words were hesitant. Could it really be that simple? She stared at the man again--at his odd dress and his stunning length of hair, wondering about his person before his words processed.]

M-magic?

[Suddenly her heart leaped to her throat, and she started to ever so slowly edge away, brows lowering in accusation and slight fear.] S-so you're a sorcerer, then! A-are you from a Cable? Did some other sorcerer bring me here?

[Suddenly her eyes were darting away, looking for a place to run.]

[Firesong notes that reaction and wonders if he should prepare a shield of his own] I am a mage, but I'm not part of a...cable, whatever that may be. Nor am I going to hurt you. The...creators of this place are the ones that brought you here. They must be magic users of some sort, but they have not seen fit to inform me or anyone else of how they do things.

If you do want to head home, it requires little more than a thought.

[A mage, not a sorcerer. And he didn't know what a Cabal was. She stopped retreating.]

Creators? All this was created? [Should she be wary or afraid?] Does anyone know who these creators are?

Little more than a thought? Is it really so easy?

Created, yes, which is beyond what I thought was possible. We've seen a few of them, a woman named Meredith, a dog-like being..there might be more but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting them yet.

Surprisingly easy, but I assure you that's all it takes.

Meredith Sault is her name, right? [And here she had been hoping that was a dream.] Dog-like being? [He couldn't be talking about a werewolf, could he?]

Okay. [So she didn't really have any reason or need to panic further, right? Despite randomly showing up in this place, and all the questions it brought up, she could go home. She could unravel the mystery at a later date. That was good. Or so she keeps telling herself.]

My name's Chloe. Sorry for panicking there for a moment. [And now she feels sheepish. Great first impression. Way to keep it together, Chloe.]

Yes, I believe that was her name. [He does grin a little] You are far from the first to react in a less than graceful way to arriving here, and no harm was done.

[Laughing lightly, Chloe is more than happy no harm had been done--for that meant there hadn't been any accidental bodies being raised.]

I bet. Does everyone arrive here much the same way?

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