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[immortalmistake]

[Enter Firo, looking alarmed and unhappy. He's wearing a formal bronze tunic and black silk breeches, a sleeveless black overrobe embroidered in gold. Bracelets with what looks like a royal crest stamped across them are clasped tightly around his wrists.]

The hell is going on. Angie? Angie! [He takes a few steps, turns and paces the other

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[witchmaker]

[ She was looking pretty sad and forlorn earlier, but that goes away when she sees Firo. Now it's more shock, and a bit of panic. ] Fi-- Firo?

[immortalmistake]

Angie! [His voice has lost its New York accent, sounding now like it belongs on a nobleman's tongue.] I woke up in a fancy room in the palace, everyone speaking as though they know me--it's just like before, though in reverse. What are we going to do?

[She's not the only one shocked and panicked at the moment.]

[witchmaker]

Palace? Which palace? My palace?

Is it the same? Can you remember the people you talked to?

[immortalmistake]

Yes, your palace! I can. It's... [He shakes his head] It's unimaginably strange.

[contract_star]

What now?

[immortalmistake]

It seems the experiment has reversed itself.

[contract_star]

...You're in her world now?

[immortalmistake]

And a nobleman of some kind.

[buckingbronco]

[Guess who's still annoyed about Angela getting shot? This is the first time he's seen Firo since then and he isn't happy.] Firo.

[immortalmistake]

[Tired and frustrated and really doesn't care right now] Dino.

[buckingbronco]

[His fist clenches and he lets out a slow breath] You said you would protect her.

[immortalmistake]

And I failed her in the most spectacular way possible.