Elizabeth [002]

[bennet_beheader]

Who: Elizabeth, and anyone that runs into her
Where: Espoir, starting in the fields near the dojo
Event-based Location: Elizabeth believes she is back in Hertfordshire, England
Style: Either
Status: Open

Elizabeth awoke, not knowing why she had slept in the family dojo. Had she been practicing late? Or been exhausted

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[lindale_tano]

Maglor, unaffected by the strange spell, did not know the residents of Somarium well. He was unable, therefore, to tell that anything was different, though he sensed that something was...off.

Watching the woman attack the scarecrows was very peculiar, however. He hesitated, wondering if she quite honestly believed that her family had beenn killed or taken by...scarecrows.

Perhaps she was mad? Either way, Maglor thought as he watched her in silence, perhaps it was best to simply...continue on his way?

[bennet_beheader]

Elizabeth paused, sensing another zombie. She slipped from the group she had neatly beheaded most of, to come closer to the newcomer, intending on slipping around behind him and beheading him neatly.

[lindale_tano]

He heard her coming, of course, his hearing sharp. Maglor watched her come, eyes narrowed. He had no weapon, but if he had to, he could fight without one, though he would be at a severe disadvantage, since she clearly had a knife.

"What are you doing?" he asked, voice still soft; if he had to, he would, perhaps, make full use of the power he knew his voice had.

[bennet_beheader]

A zombie who still had the ability to speak clearly? This surprised Elizabeth.

"I am doing my sworn duty to the crown," she responded, more calmly than she felt.

[lindale_tano]

Maglor watched her silently, though he could think of no king that would order his people to behead scarecrows.

"Which king do you serve?" he finally asked, grey eyes watching her intently.

[bennet_beheader]

He did not know the King? How was this possible? All within England know the king.

"Why, King George III, of course."

[lindale_tano]

Not only was the name unfamiliar to him, it sounded like an entirely unelvish name. Maglor paused, frowning slightly.

"I do not know of this king. And I do not believe there is a king in this world, either."

Very little was making sense now, but Maglor was quite patient. He would figure out what was happening, even if it took him a very long time.

[bennet_beheader]

"This world?" Elizabeth frowned. "How is it, that you have retained your facilities for speech, when your mind has already decayed?" Elizabeth had never met a zombie who could still speak, when clearly their sane mind had left them.

[lindale_tano]

The insult Maglor brushed off; he had been told worse, and at times he had truly doubted his sanity.

"It is entirely possible that I no longer entirely possess my senses, but at this moment in time, I am certain my mind is sound," Maglor answered, his certainty imbueing his voice with some power as he attempted to sway the woman's unwavering belief.

"However, you would do well to question your own senses, when you are taking the heads off of nothing more than scarecrows."

[bennet_beheader]

"Scarecrows?" Elizabeth glanced behind her, where she'd left the zombie heard. They were not moving toward her and her companion, yet they were still there. "I assure you, those are not scarecrows."

[lindale_tano]

Maglor also looked past her, silently observing the definitely unmoving scarecrows.

How peculiar.

He asked, "What does your vision tell you they are, then?"

[bennet_beheader]

What does her vision...?

"They are the sorry stricken, as yourself."

[lindale_tano]

'The sorry stricken'...?

He smiled slightly, and shook his head. "I do not know why you appear to be seeing what is not there, but I myself am not what you appear to believe I am."

Maglor was indeed cursed, he knew, but he was hardly 'sorry stricken'. His path had been his own, and therefore he would take his own consequences for it. But for now, he would attempt to discover why the otherwise sensible woman had taken leave of her senses.

[bennet_beheader]

Could it be? Could this man, though not in his right mind, truly have been spared the plague which had taken all of England. She lowered her blade slightly.

"How is it, that you can prove to me, that you have not been infected?"

[lindale_tano]

He arched an eyebrow at that.

"If your senses are unable to tell you the truth, then I know not how to convince you. However, I do doubt the 'sorry stricken' speak."

Maglor paused for a moment. Perhaps that was not a strong enough argument. So he pulled his harp from where it often rested under his arm.

"Nor do I believe they play."

And he ran his fingers lightly over the harp strings, coaxing from them a sweet, short tune. Perhaps that would be able to convince her.

[bennet_beheader]

Elizabeth lowered her weapon. Oh, how Master Liu would punish her, if he were here! But... Though Elizabeth herself had never seen a harp, she knew what the instrument was, and knew that such lovely music could not come from one who's soul was bound to servitude to Satan.