Like a picture nobody sees [ with bitchcrafts ]

[tastefulfashion]

[ At first the island, this place known as Rokkenjima, did not appear to be anything out of the ordinary. A gentle breeze gently brushed loose strands of blond hair across her cheek as Romanadvoratrelundar moved farther and farther away from her Presidential TARDIS, this time the Chameleon Circuit deciding that wardrobe standing in the middle of

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[bitchcrafts]

[ Of course, the mistress of the island- the ruler of its fantasy half, has to take notice of someone who can feel the distortion of the world.

Certainly, it's the first time she's seen such a case as well. She's content, for a moment, to watch- You're the golden witch, remember? She's supposed to stay hidden, only reveal herself to the worthy- However, it's hard to ignore that what is happening at the moment is quite... bizarre.

Her butterflies spread through the garden to get a closer look. ]

[tastefulfashion]

[ Only the tips of her fingers touched the petals of the flowers that blossomed within the garden. With her head tilting to the side ever so slightly, the look in her eyes looked as if she was trying to see through the flowers. She was gentle when she felt the texture of the petals between her fore-finger and thumb, even marveling at the colors. ]

Everything here seems so normal. Not one bit of the physical appearance is out of place.

[ Withdrawing her hand she shook her head. ]

But something just isn't right here. The constant fluctuation patterns that the scanner picked up proves that something is amiss. Someone-- or something-- is disturbing the flow of time on a constant basis.

[ And, from the corner of her eye, she noticed the golden butterflies that were now hovering in the air. Her left eyebrow arched just a fraction before she turned away to walk down the path. ]

[bitchcrafts]

You would be right.

[ Her voice is a slow drawl, coming from nowhere in particular, though the butterflies seem to fade one by one. ]

That does leave the question of... how you would know, however.

[tastefulfashion]

[ As her footsteps came to a halt Romana looked around for a moment. ]

Well then, it's nice to hear that I am right.

[ Her expression was calm when the bodiless voice spoke and her attention slowly turned to the butterflies. ]

I make it my business to know.

[bitchcrafts]

Your business? And what business would that be, to trespass?

[tastefulfashion]

It is hardly trespassing when my business is with time.

[bitchcrafts]

Time...

So it was the endless magic that brought you here?

[tastefulfashion]

If that is what you call it, then yes. I'm afraid that abnormalities with time and space do tend to catch my attention.

[bitchcrafts]

Humor me, then-- what do you see on my island?

[tastefulfashion]

I see a grand estate surrounded by gardens. A calm, ordinary afternoon on an October day. [ A hand moves to rest on her hip as she looks around. ] But that is hardly the case, isn't it?

[bitchcrafts]

Go on. It's been a while since I've been given the chance to hear an outsider's perspective... this sort of thing just doesn't happen, you see.

[tastefulfashion]

I suppose that a random stranger showing up in the midst of a time loop would be something new for someone other than a Time Lord.

[bitchcrafts]

[ a pause ]

Time Lord?

[tastefulfashion]

That I am.

[bitchcrafts]

[ Finally she'll be taking form. ]

If we're throwing around titles, then you're speaking with the Golden Witch.

[tastefulfashion]

[ A smile remains on her lips as she observes, although she can't help arching an eyebrow a second time at the mention of 'witch'. ]

That was merely the name of my race. My actual title is a bit long you see.