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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.]

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[James wasn't much better off. He was tired of walking, the world made even his head hurt as he tried to make sense of things that made little sense. Observation only did so well in this case, and he wished he was able to turn of his mind and ignore it all but he can't.

So he had walked, and kept walking until he found a door, his pocket knife out in one hand just in case (one day he'll carry a switchblade like John, but not now), and really waking up here had put him in a bad enough mood. Which is why he approached the door with it out, moving off to the side of it to open it carefully when well, it's blown off it's hinges.

Next thing he knows he's pouncing at whoever it is in that wreckage, knife out and ready to be used. No hesitation.]

[Good, because there is no hesitation on Giotto's part when someone leaps at him, his senses screaming at the danger. He grabs his outstretched hand with a pocketknife in it, yanking him forward to throw him off balance and then throws him back into the wall, hands coming up to blast whoever it was.

And then the smoke and debris clears, and he recognizes who just attacked him, eyes widening slightly.]

...James?

[One thing you learn being friends with Jack the Ripper, hesitation will get you killed, or a knife to the throat. But John never tossed him at walls, and when hits the wall (he can't stop that, he's not that fast) it's with a grunt before he hits the floor afterwards, blinking at the force and surprised he's still alive.

And that's when he hears his name and he looks up...oh.]

Giotto? [Boys really.]

[Giotto gives him an unamused look, lowering his hands, which are still sort of gauntleted and flaming, James, just in case you hadn't noticed.]

You know, you should obtain a bigger blade if you are going to attack people with it. I could have killed you by now.

[Listen to the mafia boss with the flame on his head, James.]

[Give him a moment gosh, he just wants to make sure you are who you say you are first.

And then he'll just narrow his eyes at that as he starts to stand. Well, he shouldn't judge really, Nikola has shark teeth and claws after all, and Nigel ran around naked while invisible.

At least Giotto looks classy while he's in flames.]

I wasn't expecting to have to defend myself in my bedroom.

[Grumble grumble don't make him sleep with a gun in his belt like he did during the war, YOU'RE NOT HIS MOM GIOTTO.]

[You always have to defend yourself in your bedroom. That's when the assassins like to come and try to kill you when you sleep.

And of course he looks classy. He always looks classy. He is a classy person.]

Well, we are obviously not in your bedroom anymore.

[But Giotto just sighs, slipping out of Dying Will mode and banishing the flames.] Are you quite all right, though? I threw you quite hard.

[Yes well the last person he had to worry about doing that was six feet four inches of bald, scared teleporting madness with a dash of energy creature, but he was dead when he saw him last so yeah :x

And well classy people need to stay classy and help other classy people up!!!]

No, we're not. It's not nearly so headache inducing.

[And that's a grunt as he finally straightens, wincing. Oh he hurts and aches but he's pretty durable. So he just carefully folds his knife up and sticks it in his pocket.] Nothing I'm not used too, at least it was only my back and not a killer bird's foot to my chest.

[Herpa derp looking at where Giotto came from though now.]

[He thought you had it!]

I would hope so. And a killer bird? [Does he even want to know?

And now Giotto is looking at this area, which looks considerably different from his.] It looks different, but there's nothing in there. Nothing alive, at least.

[GRUMBLE.]

Yes, eight foot tall relative of the ostrich, at least in appearance. Expedition, weird things live in the grounds outside of the castle's influence, though there is one on the castle grounds if you'd like to meet it sometime.

[He'll explain more after he squints his eyes, and then nods before looking back at him.] You're doing? Or was it that way when you came through?

[One on the grounds... Giotto gives James an amused look.] That was your doing, I suppose?

[And as an answer to that question:] That way when I went through. If I had fought something in there, you would know it. [There would be a lot more destruction.]

[That gets a grin.] With a bit of help, yes.

[And that's a nod and he just sighs.] I'm hardly surprised by that information. This is the way I found this place, it's like nothing I've seen.

I would imagine so. [James, you could not control and bring back a six foot giant bird by yourself.]

Well, I do not think there is anything truly dangerous in here, or that we are currently in danger. [His Intuition would be going off if they were. He continues to look around, touching a tree that was growing upside down. It seemed solid.]

For all we know this could be an illusion.

In my younger years I captured worse. [He's just an old man, Giotto gosh. He totally could have if he was 100 years younger.]

No, I imagine not. Castle still needs us to feed off of after all, it won't do something to kill us. If we die it's more than likely our own fault. [Like mouthing off at people. But he tilts his head at an odd angle to watch a glowing gecko climb up an oddly twisting tree.]

With no journals to torture us with? Unless you happen to have yours.

I have no doubt about that. [You do seem the type, James.]

Because we've done something stupid. [The more he looks at this place, the more his head spins.]

No, I don't have mine. I just say that because this reminds me of illusions from my world. They can seem so completely real that if an illusion of a person was made, you could kill it just like a regular person.

[...MIST ILLUSIONS, MAN.]

[He's not sure what to make of that, really. Best not to mention the fire elemental in France, then.]

Or said the wrong thing. [Who knew if sentient castles took insult to things? He wouldn't be surprised.]

We have nothing quite so strong in my world, at least as far as I'm aware. Though telepaths can easily make you think otherwise, if strong enough.

[SOMEHOW HE IS NOT SURPRISED.] Are those illusions, connected to your earlier appearance in some way?

[But that would be an excellent story, James!]

What sort of insults work against a magical castle? That they're made out of subpar stone?

Ah, well, in a way. People in my world are sometimes born with a type of energy called Wave Energy and it has certain attributes, depending on the energy. If it is trained, it can be turned into what is called flames and used to fight with. Mist Flame users have the power of illusion. [A pause.] I am a Sky Flame user.

[It's right up there with how he got his intelligence, right?]

The lack of sparkles whenever it does something, perhaps? [He really needs to stop listening to Nikola about pop culture.] Or we gave it indigestion with our good will for the holidays.

[He's just going to look at you now, Giotto. And just stare and narrow his eyes as if trying to figure out wtf he's talking about. And that gecko from before? Totally has wings and lands on his head now.] And what does that mean?

[If he knew more about the system he could hazard a guess, but welp.]

[Maybe someday you can tell him that and he'll tell you about all of the strange assassination attempts he has survived.]

Sparkles? More like it should have dramatic music of some sort.

There are seven types of Sky Flames. Sky itself, Storm, Rain, Sun, Lightning, Cloud and Mist. Each with their own attribute and abilities. As I said, Mist Users can create illusions and have the attribute of Construction. Sky Flames burn more bright and pure than the other six and have the attribute of Harmony. [As in, James, they bring the other six together.

A long pause.]

...You are aware that there is a flying gecko on your head, yes?

[Oh then he can tell you about Jack the Ripper and how that was his best friend!]

Trumpets blaring, and it's own honor guard to greet new arrivals. [Boys stop before the castle gets ideas.

And he's just nodding at that, as that makes sense. He can guess, out of that context, what others could do. It makes sense, and he likes things that make sense even if the cause is odd but really, vampires are too and this STILL makes more sense then Maladict's crazy world.

And he's just standing there looking thoughtful when he mentions the happy gecko on his head.] The glowing one from the tree here, [He points at the twisted one next to him.] and I had been watching? Yes. [He doesn't seem worried, it's not like it's going to try and eat him or anything. He hopes.]

Does it always show up on your forehead like that?

[And then he can tell you about how one of his Family members tried to murder his best friend and frame it on rivals so Giotto would decimate them!]

Oh, don't give it ideas. I actually would like to keep my hearing. [Because that is the sort of thing it would do.]

I think it likes you. Perhaps you should attempt to take it home with you. [Unless it does try to eat you. Then you definitely shouldn't.

And at that question, he sighs.] That is a bit more complicated to explain, but the short answer is yes, it does.

[Best friend in the castle turns around and tries to take over the world with trust fund vampires!]

As would I. [He's still chuckling though, this is amusing.]

I think it does as well. [He sounds rather fond of it. This is how he gets animals.] And I just might. [Yes assuming it lacks six inch long fangs and wants to eat his head or suck his brains out from his ear.

And that sigh just gets a nod before he waves Giotto forward. May as well talk and walk, right?] Don't worry about explaining it all at once, it may just take us a while to get out of here. [No pressure bro.]

[...Okay, you may have him there. Unless his grandson being in the castle and absolutely terrified of him counts.

And of course it's amusing. Insulting magic castles...who would have thought it?]

It is going to need a name. Though don't ask me, I am terrible at names. Right now I am calling my kitten Gatta. [Which is Italian for a female cat. ...Yeah.]

Though if the castle does not wish to let us go, I imagine we will be walking for a long time. [Unless there is some sort of way out. And he gives him a brief smile at that and starts walking, his shadow reflecting oddly off of strange surfaces.] You cannot want to hear me talk this whole time. What about you? What do you do that made the castle interested enough to kidnap you?

[That would!...except then he would feel obligated to share the entire time Helen came into the past and messed about with time travel. And Jack the Ripper.

Only a mafia boss and a genius, obviously!]

I'm not as creative as I used to be, though I'm sure I could think of something. I used to have a dog named Janus, though my present one is Toby. [Janus was a two headed dog. And Toby? He got when he was on a loss, his full name being well, special. ~~Duke Tobias Barkingham the Third, Lord of Bacon Bits~~.]

Oh I imagine so, or whatever put us here. [And well if there is they'll find it. Not much escapes his eyes. Just like the way their shadows are reflecting off of things, it's giving him a headache.] You'd be surprised. [A grin, but then he shrugs.] I've been here nearly eighteen months now, and it can't send me home so it has to get it's amusement out of me somehow.

[He would tell you about how his ring is part of a mystical cosmic keystone, but sorry James, that one is going to his grave with him.

What a combination.]

Seems like good enough names to me. I have no doubt you will pick one that suits a flying gecko from a strange distorted world.

[He's just focusing straight ahead now, glancing at James every now and then. It's better than making his head spin looking at the scenery. he'd sense if anything tried to attack them. ...Hopefully.] Try me. It cannot be any stranger than what I do. [A glance at him.] And what do you mean, it cannot send you home?

[That's okay, he can tell you about Jekyll and Hyde and then you can make sure he doesn't try and run the castle out of brandy instead.

The very best.]

More than likely, he's not the oddest thing I've ever encountered.

[And he can't really stop, and he will hate his life after this as his head will hate him, but well such is the life of a suffering deductive genius. And well, who knows with this place...] I'm in charge of a facility that oversees the well being and study of beings with unusual abilities, he second largest in a global network. [And it's said oh so casually as he inches away from a log with a weird hand sticking out of it.] And it can't send me back as I'm dead. Where others could learn more of their future, I can't.

[Only if he's allowed to help you drink some of it when he talks about how he can't ever see his best friend again.]

Well, he's no more odd than the six foot tall killer bird.

Somehow I am not surprised. [Oh, and now he feels like he must tell James what he does. Time to be delightfully vague.] ...I'm the head of an organization that works in private protection of the poor and the unprivileged from upper noble classes. [Add in the fact that he is Italian, and this should probably be setting alarm bells off in your head, James. He pauses at the death statement, though. What does one say to someone who should be dead?] ...I am sorry, that you cannot go back or else you would die. You must miss those that you left behind, knowing that you cannot see them unless they are brought here.

[Of course! He'll tell you about how he missed his best friend being Jack the Ripper and basically changing Helen for all her years.]

Or a creature made of pure fire.

[It does, it really does and yet he can't find it in himself to care. This is the man who helped out the Invisible Man when he got in sticky situations, insulted the Prime Minister and really cares less about wtf you do so long as you're a good person.]

You're Italian, and your manner of dress, [Pinstripes and the cloak, the suit.] indicate you have quite a bit of means, and your abilities notwithstanding you have some experience in combat, your composure coming through the door as well as blasting it to kingdom come to walk through it indicates you are not unused to such situations, as well as your comment on my needing a larger blade. [You just gave him the last piece of the puzzle about what you are, in other words. He however just sounds bored as he smiles at that, before shrugging.] Nothing to be sorry for, it was my choice entirely to die that is. And I do, but I've met many here I wouldn't have there, and here there is some hope of seeing those I care for before things went terribly for them.

[...their lives really do suck, don't they?]

How does that even work?

[...Oh dear, maybe he wasn't as vague as he thought he was. He gives James a carefully blank look.] I have no idea what you are talking about. [You'll have to say it out loud to get him to admit to it, James. And he nods at that. He respects that, he really does. One has to be willing to die for something to go into Dying Will Mode, after all.] I do know what you mean, having met people here than I would not normally get to meet. [A quirk of a smile.] It seems that my descendant is here.

[Yes, yes they do.]

I haven't the faintest idea how, a wonder of the natural world, fire elementals. [And he seems almost fond as he says that.

And he just gives Giotto a grin, before settling into his usual take on this.] Mafia, yes? It fits with everything you have said. [He'll say how he knows if asked. But he does nod in return. Not many would get that, and his respect for Giotto rises some.] Your descendant? How far removed if you couldn't otherwise meet him?

[An amused look.] What other wonders have you seen?

[Giotto sighs, a little bit of a mocking smile on his face.] Am I that obvious, or did you see something that others have not? [That's his way of asking how you figured that out.

And as for the descendant question:] He says he is from 2012, and looks to be young. Maybe fourteen, fifteen? The strangest things is, he looks exactly like me, except his hair and eyes are brown.

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