Reach Out (4/?)
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November 30 2009, 00:25:44 UTC
Ivan groaned as he hit the hard surface and just lay there for a moment, trying to collect his bearings. He blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his fuzzy vision, before he realized that it wasn't his vision. The entire area was surrounded by a thick fog. He held his hand up over his head, and found that he had to bring it within a few inches of his face to see it clearly. He shook his head and stood, looking around.
"Alfred! Where are you?" He frowned as he heard nothing. Where could he have gone in this fog? "America? I'm in no mood for your ridiculous games, da?" He frowned a bit as he thought to himself.
Was it possible that Alfred was the one responsible for the deaths of Antonio and Romano? Perhaps he lured them here and killed them before disposing of the bodies. The other nations argued about the physics of the placement, but with strength like Alfred's? Climbing while carrying a body would be easy.
Something flickered in his peripheral vision and he turned. There was a blue outline faintly visible through the fog. Ivan walked over to it and noted it was a large blue door. He took a breath and readied his pipe. Alfred could be waiting on the other side, and he wasn't going to let him get the jump on him. Armed and ready, he opened the door and walked in.
Only to find himself climbing into what looked like the inside of a limousine. He blinked, and fell into the seat behind him as the vehicle started moving.
"Ah, welcome. Welcome." Ivan looked across from him and blinked a few times. A strange man and woman were sitting across from him. "My name is Igor. I am delighted to make your acquaintance. Besides me is my assistant, Margaret. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is the Velvet Room, and only those chosen to wield the power of the wild card may enter."
Ivan raised a brow as he listened. This was all well and good and completely off the wall, but it wasn't helping him any.
"Yes, yes. Where is America? He put you up to this, da?" Ivan frowned. He didn't have the patience for these games.
"Ah yes. He is a friend of yours? Unfortunately, he does not have the power to enter this room, and so we are unable to help him," Igor nodded to Margaret who set a pair of glasses on the table between them, "but perhaps there is still enough time for you to do so. Can you save him from himself before it's too late?"
Ivan reached over and picked up the glasses, looking them over. He looked up to ask what Igor meant by that, but his vision was suddenly flooded by light. When it faded, he was surrounded by the fog again.
He frowned and started wandering in the fog. As he walked, a voice echoed around him.
"Do you seek the truth?" It was indistinguishable and garbled. Ivan looked around, but he couldn't find a source. He picked a direction and kept walking.
If it's truth you desire, come and find me." Ivan frowned as he kept walking. What truth? The truth behind the killings? He rounded a corner and stopped. There was a shadowed figure in the distance. He couldn't make out who it was. He strained to see in the fog, then glanced down, remembering the glasses in his hand. He put them on, and blinked.
The fog was gone, but so was the shadowy figure. In it's place, there was a large building. Ivan couldn't quite place it, but it seemed like something he had seen before? Ah, yes. It was similar to the building Alfred had presented as a possible design for the United Nations Headquarters. It would be like a League of Superheroes hideout, he had said.
There was someone standing in front of the door. Ivan knew that cowlick anywhere. He approached Alfred, ready to grab him and find a way out of this place.
"Alfred! Where are you?" He frowned as he heard nothing. Where could he have gone in this fog? "America? I'm in no mood for your ridiculous games, da?" He frowned a bit as he thought to himself.
Was it possible that Alfred was the one responsible for the deaths of Antonio and Romano? Perhaps he lured them here and killed them before disposing of the bodies. The other nations argued about the physics of the placement, but with strength like Alfred's? Climbing while carrying a body would be easy.
Something flickered in his peripheral vision and he turned. There was a blue outline faintly visible through the fog. Ivan walked over to it and noted it was a large blue door. He took a breath and readied his pipe. Alfred could be waiting on the other side, and he wasn't going to let him get the jump on him. Armed and ready, he opened the door and walked in.
Only to find himself climbing into what looked like the inside of a limousine. He blinked, and fell into the seat behind him as the vehicle started moving.
"Ah, welcome. Welcome." Ivan looked across from him and blinked a few times. A strange man and woman were sitting across from him. "My name is Igor. I am delighted to make your acquaintance. Besides me is my assistant, Margaret. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is the Velvet Room, and only those chosen to wield the power of the wild card may enter."
Ivan raised a brow as he listened. This was all well and good and completely off the wall, but it wasn't helping him any.
"Yes, yes. Where is America? He put you up to this, da?" Ivan frowned. He didn't have the patience for these games.
"Ah yes. He is a friend of yours? Unfortunately, he does not have the power to enter this room, and so we are unable to help him," Igor nodded to Margaret who set a pair of glasses on the table between them, "but perhaps there is still enough time for you to do so. Can you save him from himself before it's too late?"
Ivan reached over and picked up the glasses, looking them over. He looked up to ask what Igor meant by that, but his vision was suddenly flooded by light. When it faded, he was surrounded by the fog again.
He frowned and started wandering in the fog. As he walked, a voice echoed around him.
"Do you seek the truth?" It was indistinguishable and garbled. Ivan looked around, but he couldn't find a source. He picked a direction and kept walking.
If it's truth you desire, come and find me." Ivan frowned as he kept walking. What truth? The truth behind the killings? He rounded a corner and stopped. There was a shadowed figure in the distance. He couldn't make out who it was. He strained to see in the fog, then glanced down, remembering the glasses in his hand. He put them on, and blinked.
The fog was gone, but so was the shadowy figure. In it's place, there was a large building. Ivan couldn't quite place it, but it seemed like something he had seen before? Ah, yes. It was similar to the building Alfred had presented as a possible design for the United Nations Headquarters. It would be like a League of Superheroes hideout, he had said.
There was someone standing in front of the door. Ivan knew that cowlick anywhere. He approached Alfred, ready to grab him and find a way out of this place.
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