[The only sound for a moment in this view of the snowy streets outside the Door proper-- no figure in view-- is the wind whistling. The only motion is a flurry of snowflakes, before the camera lurches and twists. A blurry flash of green is visible until it's just a close-up of reddish-violet eyes, bright with a mixture of emotion and irritation as ( Read more... )

( There's only the two of you for what feels like miles, the two of you and the thought, the realization that you have to do this, you must. )

[They arrive by various means: message birds, grubby native children, or by Sebastian's hand itself. Most are addressed, to the following people: Mr. Angel, Mr. Arry, Mr. Ezio Auditore, Mr. Aximili, Miss Elle Bishop, Miss Chrome Dukuro, Mr. Elfangor, Mr. Ginko, Miss Riza Hawkeye, Miss Verity Kindle, Mr. Remus Lupin, Miss Lust, Miss Miata, Mr. ( Read more... )

[A thrashing turns on the Forge. The camera jolts to the side and stays there, recording at an odd angle. The room is in one of the non-distinct newcomer apartment units, and on the bed is a young man, struggling to sit up ( Read more... )

[On the screen is a rather unpleased looking man leading his horse, slim and small in nature. His golden spear hangs neatly from the side of the horse and some glints may be seen on camera. Oberyn is a fast learner, but still, understanding this... Forge was not something he had ever seen in all of Westeros or across the Narrow Sea.]This place is ( Read more... )

[You're looking out from a balcony upon a sunset landscape that you somehow know never changes. There's a breeze-- it's warm on your skin, almost hot, carrying the sick-sweet smell of roses, and you feel the weight of the robes on your shoulders and the crown on your head, the thorn-like goldwork digging into your scalp. You know there're countless ( Read more... )

I haven't got time for this ( Read more... )

[The feed broadcasts in the wee hours of the morning, when all who are sane or not insomniacs are asleep. It's not quite apparent whether Sebastian intended to use the video feature, but here he is: the Forge is in one hand, and in the other is a candelabra with three burning candles that cast long shadows on his face. Beyond him are the walls of a ( Read more... )

The problem with insanity
is knowing whose it is.
Yours or everyone else's.

I admit to having been reluctant in asking of this, but it truly is... disconcerting, and I am not at all certain whether this is normal in this world. But it is better to obtain as much information as possible, in situations where one can do so.

[He knows he is dithering, so he just comes out with it.] If anyone in this place has, ah, unusual ( Read more... )