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paradisalogs2012-12-30 07:36 pm
is_mafia) wrote in paradisalogs2012-12-30 07:36 pm
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Who: Giotto Vongola and James Watson
What: Two Victorians stuck in a mirror
When: Late today, after the Feast of Fools plot starts
Where: In someone's mirror?
Rating: T to be safe
[Giotto was thoroughly fed up with walking. This place made no sense, turning and twisting with places where reflections should not be. nothing even remotely made sense. He had been walking since he had woken up here, and all he could think of was that it was one of the castle's tricks. Since he had escaped relatively unscathed from the virus, he should have been expecting something like this.
Nothing had tried to attack him yet, but he was still keeping his guard up. He had even tried attacking something a little while ago -time was impossible to tell in this place- and it had just shattered under the force of his flames. Giotto hadn't tried again, but if this continued he would try to blast himself out. He sighs, mumbling to himself.]
Of course something like this would happen to me. Is there not a way out?
[And the moment he said that, he noticed a door, a rather plain door, out of the corner of his eye. It looked completely out of place, and it was probably a trap. His Intuition didn't give him a strange feeling about it, but then again, he didn't trust anything in this castle. Much less random doors. But it was the only lead he had.
He slipped into Hyper Dying Will mode, approaching the door. he narrowed his eyes slightly and then quite literally blasted it off its hinges, dodging through the wreckage into whatever was behind it.]
What: Two Victorians stuck in a mirror
When: Late today, after the Feast of Fools plot starts
Where: In someone's mirror?
Rating: T to be safe
[Giotto was thoroughly fed up with walking. This place made no sense, turning and twisting with places where reflections should not be. nothing even remotely made sense. He had been walking since he had woken up here, and all he could think of was that it was one of the castle's tricks. Since he had escaped relatively unscathed from the virus, he should have been expecting something like this.
Nothing had tried to attack him yet, but he was still keeping his guard up. He had even tried attacking something a little while ago -time was impossible to tell in this place- and it had just shattered under the force of his flames. Giotto hadn't tried again, but if this continued he would try to blast himself out. He sighs, mumbling to himself.]
Of course something like this would happen to me. Is there not a way out?
[And the moment he said that, he noticed a door, a rather plain door, out of the corner of his eye. It looked completely out of place, and it was probably a trap. His Intuition didn't give him a strange feeling about it, but then again, he didn't trust anything in this castle. Much less random doors. But it was the only lead he had.
He slipped into Hyper Dying Will mode, approaching the door. he narrowed his eyes slightly and then quite literally blasted it off its hinges, dodging through the wreckage into whatever was behind it.]