Wet Dog

[marauderinggrim]

Characters: Sirius Black and Everyone!!!!
Location: Plaza (so unoriginal, I know)
Time: Afternoon-ish
Style: Boats, floating, the like (Whatever kind)
Status: OPEN

There were few things that really upset Sirius short of messing with him and his friends. What he didn't like was being cold, wet for no reason, and confused, and right now he was all three.

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[bastaaaaaards]

Integra had just been on her way to the library when she spotted the poor man, soaking wet and looking more than a little confused. The heiress sighed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Usually, it wasn't her business -- she didn't just help people off the bat.

"Excuse me," she called out to him suddenly, and her direction of steps had changed; all thoughts of the library vanished for now as she strode towards him, her pace determined.

"Excuse me," she stated again as she approached. "You've just arrived, I take it?"

[marauderinggrim]

Sirius was more than a litte surprised by the voice, which oddly reminded him of his professors, and was half expecting one to be standing there when he looked up.

However, it was a relatively attractive woman heading his way instead. Had he been his usual self, he might have had a wise remark or an easy smile for her.

"Yeah, I guess. Assuming I'm not dreaming and really am standing underwater."

[bastaaaaaards]

The heiress tilted her head slightly at his words, and unable to help herself, she chuckled. This poor man had no idea what he was in for, did he? Granted, it hadn't been as bad as she'd initially thought it would be... still, people had been kind enough to warn her, and it was time to pay it forward, so to speak.

"This is no dream, I can assure you. This city is known as Vatheon to most. Don't ask why you've been brought here, or even really ponder it. You probably won't get an answer from those who run the city, anyways," she replied.

[marauderinggrim]

As much as he wanted to argue and ask anyway, he could tell she wasn't lying to him, why would she? Everything in him wanted to find these "runners of the city"and hex them all.

"Then what can I do? I'm not one to do nothing, in fact, I hate it."

[bastaaaaaards]

"You'll have to be patient and wait this out, just like the rest of us," she mused in return, arching a brow. She hated waiting like this as well; Integra was patient to an extent, and every week that passed she could feel that patience wearing thinner and thinner.

"There are weekly curses that go on around here... you should be focusing on that for now."

[marauderinggrim]

"Brilliant"

Not only did he have to wait but he had to just sit around as he was cursed? He was hating this place more and more.

"I guess I ought to get comfortable I suppose."

[bastaaaaaards]

She nodded, reaching up to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose again.

"This place is run by a priestess and a doctor, but I've never met either of them. The people here -- the ones who have been here forever -- seem to worship the Coral," she stated, attempting not to roll her eyes. It still seemed ridiculous to her, especially with half of said Coral all... dead like it was.

[marauderinggrim]

Sirius nearly laughed. He didn't usually care about what others believed in, to each his own, but this coral thing was ridiculous.

"Coral worshipers? what's next, pebbles?"

[bastaaaaaards]

"Your guess is as good as mine, although nothing would surprise me here. Ah... people tend to just disappear from this place as well. Just as you have appeared, they can disappear at a moment's notice, too."

[marauderinggrim]

"What? They just disappear? Is...is it the city doing it, like when we arrive, we're sent back home? That's a little unsettling."

[bastaaaaaards]

"That is what I have heard, and I'd like to think that's where people go... back home." She shrugged. "I would assume it is the city's doing, yes."

[marauderinggrim]

He sighs. "Well, that's just great. I guess at least there's a chance to go home. Oh well, make the most of what you're given, right?"