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Date: March 8, 2003(?)
Status: Public [Complete]
Setting: Lower Tadfield Railway Station, Tadfield Manor
Summary: Phanuel arrives.
Phanuel stepped off the train, and stopped, looking about in some confusion. This didn’t look quite like where he’d intended to get off- there were fewer people than he would have expected on the station, to start with- but he didn’t think he could get back on; he was, in fact, fairly sure that getting off the train for a bit of a stroll before getting back on had gone out of fashion some time ago. Besides, he was carrying his suitcase. To get back on now would look strange, and not particularly explicable. He was getting a few strange looks now, so he took a firmer grip on the handle of his suitcase and headed out to find out where he’d landed himself.
A sign outside informed him that he was now in Lower Tadfield, and that there was a hotel along the road if he was that way inclined. For the moment, he focused on the name Lower Tadfield- it sounded vaguely familiar, but like a tune that danced out of reach whenever he though he was about to get a good hold of it. He didn’t think he’d been through this part of the world recently, and, in fact, it felt as though someone else was rather invested in the area already-
Ah, he thought, of course. The place where the Antichrist had been- and still, presumably, was, if his influence was this present.
He stared along the road, rather in two minds about the matter. On the one hand, he was probably obliged to dislike the Antichrist, and to try to take him down on sight. On the other hand, he wasn’t likely to last very long if he tried that, and he liked life, in a way- besides which, if rumour was near truth, the Antichrist had had something to do with the Apocalypse not really happening last time. If he still felt that way…
“Well, then,” Phanuel said, to no one, slung the suitcase over his shoulder (it wouldn’t be comfortable for long, but for the moment he liked it), and headed along the road, whistling. Spending some time in the area could be beneficial, he decided. And if it wasn’t, well… he’d work something out.
He was having what he considered to be an excellent go at whistling Bohemian Rhapsody when he rounded the corner and saw the manor. He stopped and stared, some of his attention going to the tank, certainly, since that wasn’t exactly usual transportation, but most of it focused on the building. He hadn’t expected this- but it was the building that looked most like it would be a hotel of those he’d seen along the way, he supposed. He took another step and stopped again, nostrils flaring. As a manor, the building was nothing particularly unexpected, but on the supernatural level…
He shook himself. He’d done his best to dampen his personal markers, though he couldn’t hide his nature entirely. There was no reason to expect trouble to leap on him right inside the doors, even if some of the energies were… less than pure. Even if it did, it wasn’t as though he would simply submit, either.
Picking up the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody again, he headed up to the manor’s doors, and pushed them open more cautiously than he might have at another time. “Hello?” he called. "Anyone here?"
Status: Public [Complete]
Setting: Lower Tadfield Railway Station, Tadfield Manor
Summary: Phanuel arrives.
Phanuel stepped off the train, and stopped, looking about in some confusion. This didn’t look quite like where he’d intended to get off- there were fewer people than he would have expected on the station, to start with- but he didn’t think he could get back on; he was, in fact, fairly sure that getting off the train for a bit of a stroll before getting back on had gone out of fashion some time ago. Besides, he was carrying his suitcase. To get back on now would look strange, and not particularly explicable. He was getting a few strange looks now, so he took a firmer grip on the handle of his suitcase and headed out to find out where he’d landed himself.
A sign outside informed him that he was now in Lower Tadfield, and that there was a hotel along the road if he was that way inclined. For the moment, he focused on the name Lower Tadfield- it sounded vaguely familiar, but like a tune that danced out of reach whenever he though he was about to get a good hold of it. He didn’t think he’d been through this part of the world recently, and, in fact, it felt as though someone else was rather invested in the area already-
Ah, he thought, of course. The place where the Antichrist had been- and still, presumably, was, if his influence was this present.
He stared along the road, rather in two minds about the matter. On the one hand, he was probably obliged to dislike the Antichrist, and to try to take him down on sight. On the other hand, he wasn’t likely to last very long if he tried that, and he liked life, in a way- besides which, if rumour was near truth, the Antichrist had had something to do with the Apocalypse not really happening last time. If he still felt that way…
“Well, then,” Phanuel said, to no one, slung the suitcase over his shoulder (it wouldn’t be comfortable for long, but for the moment he liked it), and headed along the road, whistling. Spending some time in the area could be beneficial, he decided. And if it wasn’t, well… he’d work something out.
He was having what he considered to be an excellent go at whistling Bohemian Rhapsody when he rounded the corner and saw the manor. He stopped and stared, some of his attention going to the tank, certainly, since that wasn’t exactly usual transportation, but most of it focused on the building. He hadn’t expected this- but it was the building that looked most like it would be a hotel of those he’d seen along the way, he supposed. He took another step and stopped again, nostrils flaring. As a manor, the building was nothing particularly unexpected, but on the supernatural level…
He shook himself. He’d done his best to dampen his personal markers, though he couldn’t hide his nature entirely. There was no reason to expect trouble to leap on him right inside the doors, even if some of the energies were… less than pure. Even if it did, it wasn’t as though he would simply submit, either.
Picking up the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody again, he headed up to the manor’s doors, and pushed them open more cautiously than he might have at another time. “Hello?” he called. "Anyone here?"