ღ 1; DICTATED
[ Footsteps. Footsteps slowly increasing in speed. Hello, Paradisa. This is Kainé and she is not happy. Not at all. Something is wrong, very wrong. The last time she slept in a bed like this, it was in Facade. This is not Facade. The decor is not of a kind she recognises. Is this some kind of fucking joke? Because she sure as hell isn't laughing. Kainé doesn't even recognise the landscape. As if her week couldn't get any fucking worse, now she's lost her fucking mind and --
The slow sick feeling nagging at her -- suddenly she knows what it is, what's so wrong. Tyrann. She can't feel him, can't hear him -- it's too quiet.
What the hell is going on? ]
Shit. I don't know what kind of sick joke this is but I'm not laughing, you hear? So someone better start talking soon or I'm going to really lose my patience. We can ignore the kidnapping if you start answering some fucking questions.
[ This is the sound of her pacing across to where the journal is sat, pages turning -- then her stopping. What? Why is what she just said -- ]
What in the... Stop that! Damn it, useless piece of --
[ And that? That would be the book being knocked off the table. She doesn't have a great deal of patience with magical books, time to try and work out where this place is. ]
[ ooc; sorry for the late intro, London got a bit wild this past week! Journal reply or Action-tag, she's going to run off and explore. ]
The slow sick feeling nagging at her -- suddenly she knows what it is, what's so wrong. Tyrann. She can't feel him, can't hear him -- it's too quiet.
What the hell is going on? ]
Shit. I don't know what kind of sick joke this is but I'm not laughing, you hear? So someone better start talking soon or I'm going to really lose my patience. We can ignore the kidnapping if you start answering some fucking questions.
[ This is the sound of her pacing across to where the journal is sat, pages turning -- then her stopping. What? Why is what she just said -- ]
What in the... Stop that! Damn it, useless piece of --
[ And that? That would be the book being knocked off the table. She doesn't have a great deal of patience with magical books, time to try and work out where this place is. ]
[ ooc; sorry for the late intro, London got a bit wild this past week! Journal reply or Action-tag, she's going to run off and explore. ]