[OOC, Memory] Mystina
Purple eyes gazed into a pair of yellow. "Lady, methinks I spoil you."
Lady, Lezard's little calico, mewed in reply, those yellow eyes narrowing almost in indignant reply. It was another morning of freshly-baked muffins and tea, the watery sunshine pouring in through the windows of their Section Four home. So much space, enough to house several people, all occupied by a mentally-skewed man and his cat. The quiet was a plus, at least, the brown-haired man thought to himself as he drew another sip of tea and wrinkled his nose at the sharp taste of jasmine. 'Tis a rather feminine mix of tea, he noted rather sourly, preferring a strong, dark tea himself. Oh well. It was worth a try, and he wasn't one to waste a cuppa.
Excusing himself wordlessly from his kitchen, a glance at the clock alerted him that it was nearly time to depart for work. It was another day of pressing the buttons of Justice, Cross, and Rabbit among many others, though he noticed the latter seemed intent to press his buttons first!
He will be turned into a damned rabbit the next time he brandishes a marker to my face, Lezard thought triumphantly, stopping before his closet to fetch his shoes.
Something odd glinted within one of them, and it gave him pause. Without thinking, he reached down and gingerly picked it up. His eyesight darkened, his sense of touch numbing instantly, before it all changed...
...he was teleporting into a small cottage, lit well enough by a single chandelier. Seated before him at a wooden table, grasping a goblet of wine from what was now a half-empty bottle upon the table, was a very pretty woman with hair of a 'dirty' blonde and dark blue eyes. To Lezard's dismay, this memory lacked in sound, but he could feel his lips moving nonetheless. He sounded a little indignant.
The woman only smiled, her eyes sparkling a bit with a mix of mischief and the drink, before presenting the goblet to him. He stepped forward to take the offered drink, but no sooner had his fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass had she appeared to... ask him something. Her head tilted now, her eyes meeting his, and she seemed to lay a little charm into - if the feeling of his heart stopping in his chest momentarily told him anything - a rather loaded question. When he merely smiled and dismissed the question, feeling his lips form the words 'you haven't changed a bit', the woman's face made an instant change.
She looked annoyed, and was speaking again. He could make out 'did her in' amidst that pout she gave. At his reply, a quick dodge of another game of Twenty Questions, he was rewarded with a cool splash of liquid in the face. Lezard coughed once, reaching a hand to his face, the memory so vivid that he could swear someone had thrown wine in his face once more...
...Then it all changed once more. There was a wonderful chill running through his body as he was conjuring a spell now, a feeling akin to swatting an annoying fly filling him as purest aster and cold fired into what looked like a giant machine before him. An immense weight was lifted from his shoulders just then. What did that machine mean? Who was this woman? ...What did she even wish to know, anyway? Do who in?
His sight and sense of touch returned. Leaving nothing but more tantalizing questions to answer, he tossed the used crystal aside with a snort, and finished putting on his shoes. When he began to charge his teleport spell, however, he was loathe to find that his energy felt sapped.
To further put a damper on his day, strange music began to play from his front door, and to his horror he found that his rear end was sticking out and shaking of its own accord...
[ooc: Sight/Touch crystal. Cut text is a line Mystina actually gives before the memory I'm writing here. She's almost as twisted as he is. *Plops into bed*]
