01 // where angels fear to tread

[witchmaker]

Who: Angela and you~!
Where: Somewhere on the outskirts of Espoir, at night.
Style: I'm willing to match whatever is comfortable.
Status: Open!

Waking up in a place she'd never seen before wasn't exactly a new experience. Since leaving Altena and traveling the world, Angela was getting used to seeing new places and meeting new people. It was an

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[soleilesque]

[Hello, Angela, meet sungod. Or rather, descending sun god. He drifts down from his pocket of reality lazily, curiosity pinged by the use of the word 'holy'. And while Apollo isn't exactly the sort of god who believes in taking care of his own, he does have a curiosity that he wishes to be satisfied.

Drifting down until he is directly behind her, he watches the scarecrow with its sickle and its slow, advancing movements.

A breath, and the thing catches on fire.]

[witchmaker]

[ Angela's backside is suddenly very warm. While she's been clueless up until now, it doesn't take long for a magician to realize there is something burning behind her. Something that she didn't set on fire.

She watches the scarecrow, bug-eyed before she finally looks around. ]

I-I'm going to guess the locals don't spontaneously combust. Er, hello? Is anyone there?

[soleilesque]

[And now, he is amused.]

Not often. Not unless I wish for it. [At that, though, he rises up a little higher in the air.] Are you startled?

[witchmaker]

[ Angela blinks. She isn't used to people being able to fly. Or set things on fire without a spell. Or generally... be anything like this new person. ] Startled, yeah. You could say that. Who are you?

[soleilesque]

Well, you should be. [Hair a-flyinggggg.] And isn't it only polite to introduce yourself before asking someone else for their name? Take care, or I may be offended.

[witchmaker]

[ This guy can fly and randomly set things on fire. Despite this, Angela can't help her bratty mouth. ] Fine, I'm Angela. Now who are you and why am I here? And where are my friends?