Character(s): Soma, open
Content: Ye olde standarde arrival poste
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: Late morning, date indeterminate (so far)
Warnings: Here, there be bad puns.
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Castles in the sun, castles in the night, castles in the mountains, and now, castles in the middle of nowhere... )
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At least no one had asked him to be the hero yet. Not that he'd turn the job down, but he had a feeling this one was waaaay over his head in a lot of ways. With none of his friends in this place, all he needed to do was find his own way out. No mucking about with the forces of Evil, no race against the clock, no facing Death at every turn - literally and figuratively - and, perhaps most important, no shady figures telling him he needed to do something -right now- or people would die. This place was a vacation resort compared to the Count's abode ( ... )
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He wasn't entirely sure what a "smart phone" was, but it did sound like the young man could tell him how to make some progress with the journals. Excellent. Another step closer to the answers he sought. "As I recall, while on my way here, 'tis a cafe fairly near."
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'Nearby,' as it happened, was a half mile away; barely enough distance to really stretch his legs, but enough to tell him that despite the surface appearances something was seriously screwy with this city. Either they all had the same genetic ancestors, or they weren't entirely human. It wasn't hard to figure out which, really. Blue eyes might have been a dominant trait, but blond hair wasn't; all of these people had both, barring the few obvious outsiders - himself and his companion, for instance.
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Once they arrived, he finally alighted, his feet gently coming to rest on the road a few yards from the door. The "walk" was a shorter one than he thought, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He didn't think he had sampled anything these cafes had to offer, despite seeing plenty of them around. "And so it is that here we are. As was said, 'twas not far?"
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After they had settled in, he slouched in the chair a little - not enough to be considered rude, just enough to get comfortable - and set his journal on the table. "Mind if I ask what may be a personal question, before we get started?" he asked, giving his head a slight, curious tilt. "You don't have to answer, if you don't want to. Why do you speak the way you do, the rhyming and such?"
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