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Raistlin had finally decided that it was time to investigate this clothes box that he had heard about. In truth he had heard people mostly complaining about it so he couldn't help but be curious. That would make three enchanted items on the Island and that bore investigation, especially if he ever hoped to find out what was going on.
His trip down to the basement had started uneventfully enough. It wasn't until he was looking the box that he heard the voice behind him. "So bored are we that you this...thing is now interesting. I've been remiss in my duties it seems." He wasn't about to turn around and give her the satisfaction as he continued looking through the box throwing aside most of what it offered. "Do you think ignoring me will work? Perhaps I overestimated you."
"My Queen, I do not mean to offend, but since I have seen nor heard anything of you since I last saw you I assumed that you had lost interest." He let no emotion slip into his tone and didn't allow himself to turn around.
"Lost interest? You will not be so lucky, my little mage. Of course, it could simply be something else." Her voice sounded thoughtful. "You do not like this appearance? I can always change it, not that it truly matters."
"If you have not noticed, my Queen, there is no magic here." It was a bluff of course, but he his tone didn't reveal anything but confidence.
"I wonder how you ever managed to face me with this blindness. You will look at me." And the voice had changed mid-sentence. He turned around slowly as if it didn't matter and saw before him his sister Kitiara. "Is this form more pleasing? I do wonder if you might have some complex to deal with." She gave a dismissive gesture as her appearance changed again to that of the Lady Crysania. "Is this more to your liking? Quite dull..but it almost worked before." A barb meant to remind him of how close she had come. And once again a change this time a young Miranda stood before him. "Or would you like an almost childhood sweetheart? Of course there appears to be such an age difference. You mortals and your issues." She shook her head once again taking on her first form. "Do you think now I cannot access magic here. You will beg before this is all over. You will do anything I wish." Her smile was a mixture of desire and contempt. "And you will be very pretty when you beg I think."
He shook his head. "I did not succumb before my Queen and I will not now." He was still in shock wanting to know how this was possible, but he did not betray his thoughts as he head remained slightly bowed. It was best to show her respect after all until this was over.
"That is true, but you had a goal then, did you not? Something to focus on other than what I offered...is there anything like that here for you? And you had that brother of yours to come to your aid. He is not here either." She smirked.
"I will not give in." He wished he voice was stronger, but very few would have seen he was shaken.
"I do love a challenge." She leaned against the wall her smile cold enough to cut.
(OOC: Yes part of that plot. Please feel free to see him talking to 'himself'. Come in at any point in the conversation. Slowtime and late tags welcome.)
His trip down to the basement had started uneventfully enough. It wasn't until he was looking the box that he heard the voice behind him. "So bored are we that you this...thing is now interesting. I've been remiss in my duties it seems." He wasn't about to turn around and give her the satisfaction as he continued looking through the box throwing aside most of what it offered. "Do you think ignoring me will work? Perhaps I overestimated you."
"My Queen, I do not mean to offend, but since I have seen nor heard anything of you since I last saw you I assumed that you had lost interest." He let no emotion slip into his tone and didn't allow himself to turn around.
"Lost interest? You will not be so lucky, my little mage. Of course, it could simply be something else." Her voice sounded thoughtful. "You do not like this appearance? I can always change it, not that it truly matters."
"If you have not noticed, my Queen, there is no magic here." It was a bluff of course, but he his tone didn't reveal anything but confidence.
"I wonder how you ever managed to face me with this blindness. You will look at me." And the voice had changed mid-sentence. He turned around slowly as if it didn't matter and saw before him his sister Kitiara. "Is this form more pleasing? I do wonder if you might have some complex to deal with." She gave a dismissive gesture as her appearance changed again to that of the Lady Crysania. "Is this more to your liking? Quite dull..but it almost worked before." A barb meant to remind him of how close she had come. And once again a change this time a young Miranda stood before him. "Or would you like an almost childhood sweetheart? Of course there appears to be such an age difference. You mortals and your issues." She shook her head once again taking on her first form. "Do you think now I cannot access magic here. You will beg before this is all over. You will do anything I wish." Her smile was a mixture of desire and contempt. "And you will be very pretty when you beg I think."
He shook his head. "I did not succumb before my Queen and I will not now." He was still in shock wanting to know how this was possible, but he did not betray his thoughts as he head remained slightly bowed. It was best to show her respect after all until this was over.
"That is true, but you had a goal then, did you not? Something to focus on other than what I offered...is there anything like that here for you? And you had that brother of yours to come to your aid. He is not here either." She smirked.
"I will not give in." He wished he voice was stronger, but very few would have seen he was shaken.
"I do love a challenge." She leaned against the wall her smile cold enough to cut.
(OOC: Yes part of that plot. Please feel free to see him talking to 'himself'. Come in at any point in the conversation. Slowtime and late tags welcome.)