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[He looked out of the hotel window where he'd woken up. It was nice, fairly high-class, which suited him just fine. Despite the fact he was definitely not where he fell asleep, he's seemingly unruffled. Actually, he's finding the prospect of being kidnapped... almost amusing. Or at least, that's what it would look like
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But you're correct - in fact, this isn't really the real "anywhere".
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[He take a minute to think. He's never really been one for setting much stock by multi-world theories, even if they make an interesting read sometimes, but it seems the most likely explanation. but that still didn't answer how he'd been kidnapped or the fact they seemed to think it wasn't really real anywhere.]
Explain.
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Tell me, where are you from?
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...Also, there is a glass dragon perched on her shoulder, about the size of a housecat, and obviously about as affectionate as one.] Though we're on a bit of a 'field trip' of sorts, this is still all part of a strange construct of power, plucked from the mind of a girl widely believed to be younger than I am, who happens to have a great deal of power. This is not actually the Munich you know, because it's Munich filtered through a teenaged girl.
[And totally not for the sake of showing off, Tris is dragging her breezes together into something that will let her get down from the high point of choice- and she has the Blackberry recording on the way down. No way a normal ( ... )
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You are unaware of the festival. [The line of dress suggesting a different time, and the fact she's descending in a way which no mere human could is certainly backing up the different worlds theory and story.
interesting. He wonders if this place, overall, will afford him more freedom than his last. It'll certainly be easier with less people who know him.]
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Yes, I am. Germany's not a country that exists in my world. I am a citizen of the duchy of Emelan, ruled by His Grace, Duke Vedris the Fourth. [Tris is smiling crookedly, reaching up to pet at Chime.] My name is Trisana Chandler, though you can call me Tris. This is Chime- and to spare hearing questions, she was a creation of my first student as a mage, an accident of directionless glass magic.
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I know many a contact that I had which would be euphoric with the discovery of this place. I'm Dr. Lecter, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Tris. [This place was proving to be very interesting indeed, and he'd only just awoken.]
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At least you're not completely in the dark then
What's your name?
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Doctor Lecter. Charmed, I assure you. and yourself?
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But this... this entrance had him quite intrigued. An educated man, or at least an intelligent man. Far too many clueless fools had arrived assuming some singular kidnapping, when it was quite clear there was so much more going on. Perhaps a little intelligent conversation was all he needed. It would be a pleasant break from Fran, or any of this "friends" at the manor.
And thus he comes on the screen, head in his hand, and bangs conveniently draped over his left eye. He makes sure his smile is as friendly as can be, playing up the "harmless and friendly" act. Perhaps this will be a fun sporting game.]
Kufufufufufu. How very astute of you, signor. Not many of the residents here pick up on such precise details upon arrival.
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[He leans back, thinking quickly as he laces his fingers together. turning back to the subject at hand.] Most when they arrive would assume a kidnapping. This would rile them, leave them panicked. This would restrict the ability to see even more so. A level head about this sort of thing can be all to helpful, but rarely seen.
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[Perceptive. So very perceptive. Perhaps to a degree that could rival his own. Now, how to take this? Should he guard himself further at the risk of looking defensive? Maintain what he has been doing as a statement that he could care less? Which in all honesty he could care less.
No. The best option would be to simply relax himself further. While he had quite a bit to hide, it was impossible to deduce his motives without asking very obvious questions, and even then he knew how to phrase and spin and lie like a master. He was not at risk here. He could show his 'hand' as it were. Being 'genuine' made it even more difficult to read what was going on in his head. He didn't carry much emotion unless he was acting for a cause.
He chuckled a bit and leaned forward, showing interest in the man's words. However, the overly cheery and friendly act was quickly dissipated.]
So my good man, what are your theories? I'm quite interested to see if you'll guess correctly. It will be like a little game.
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Firstly, this... place. It's either her world, or a world between them all. More than likely the second, as a world would need a stable form to sustain life, and from what I have been told - that usually this place is a manor - it doesn't have one.
Secondly, the author herself is either unaware that she is bringing in subjects that are alive and independent thinking, or she is more than aware, and she is choosing us carefully to test our actions and reactions in varying situations - which may or may not be as carefully chosen. This is something time will tell on it's own, after all.
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That's until he introduces himself to Elphaba as "Doctor Lector." That's when the warning bells go off. On the one hand, much like when someone Light ran into introduced himself as Sherlock Holmes, he doesn't quite believe it. On the other hand? It would fit right in with the Author's usual taste in sociopaths. Ironically enough, it doesn't ever occur to Light to count himself in that category....]
Welcome to the Manor. Discrepancies like those you've mentioned are rather frequent here
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I began to think as much from what the others were saying.
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It's interesting, isn't it? The creation of an entire space whose epicenter is the imagination of one teenage girl. It's almost too fantastic to believe.
[A backhanded way of getting at how unusually calm Lecter is about being told he's being held in an interdimensional prison. Light wonders vaguely if he'll give himself carpal tunnel from the typing.]
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