Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis
"Something good?" Miguel questioned. He stood up, scratching his chin with a slight smirk. "A little vague...Mind elaborating a little?" he asked, approaching the European woman. He didn't sit down quite yet. After all, among strangers it payed to be cautious. And she apparently used magic...it's not like he didn't approve of it more than he wasn't particularly impressed by it. Still, it didn't mean she was a bad person at all. Besides, who was he to turn down such an invitation.
Momentarily dejected as she was, Lucy didn't hesitate to step onboard the elevator when prompted by the.....stray dog. If the situation had been any stranger, the irony of following a barked order without question might have dawned on her...
Instead she was more impressed with the dogs seeming knowledge of how to use an elevator properly.
She smiled," I knew I liked you. So many here are so afraid of the unknown, but you... you've seen strange things, yes?"
"I am Cassandra Truth. Some call me a fortune teller, others a seer or oracle, some even call me a witch. I prefer a different title... but that doesn't matter. What matters though is that..." She said, pointing just over his shoulder, although Miguel would see nothing.
The barkeep stepped out of the kitchen, Sandra's ribs in hand. Sighing, he placed the plate before his patron, "There she goes again."
Still struggling under the effects of this strange creature, Jinny wonders if her own sanity is in question when a pool of multi color paint suddenly appears then forms into a human like form.
It, no she, then stood in front of Jinny, protectively. As she did, something strange began to happen.
The walls of the hospital corridor began to melt all around the strange girl and her even stranger companion.
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As the melting continued, the color began to drain away
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The colors of Jinny's protector changed to match the surroundings, so much so as to blend in to the artscape. Jinny vanished from sight, as did John, and all that remained was a pool of dark, inky, black/grey liquid in what used to be the hospital.
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"Mmmm... delicious... you think you can run after all of this? No matter..."
Electricity crackled from Coal Chamber, errant sparks trailing off in the air, although it was difficult to tell just what it was planning. The girl herself, faced with a disorienting surrounding, reached out and placed her hand on the door handle of room 214.
"Moreso lately than ever before, yeah," Miguel admitted. "The trip here's been...muy atravesado. REAL crazy."
"Hmm?" Miguel glanced over shoulder. Nothing there. Was it some sort of trick? Maybe Vivian was wrong and she was a stage magician just like him. Still, he couldn't help but be intrigued. "I can't help but feel like I'm missing something here," he stated, turning back to face Cassandra. "And I can't say I'm much for fortune telling but for you? I'll make an exception, Miss Truth. This entire trip up here, my luck's been nothing but sour. Would be nice to see if my fortune flips in the future."
"I am Cassandra Truth. Some call me a fortune teller, others a seer or oracle, some even call me a witch. I prefer a different title... but that doesn't matter. What matters though is that..." She said, pointing just over his shoulder, although Miguel would see nothing.
The barkeep stepped out of the kitchen, Sandra's ribs in hand. Sighing, he placed the plate before his patron, "There she goes again."
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Sandra's mouth was watering when her eyes beheld the smoking hot plate of ribs the barkeep had just set out in front of her. Her stomach growled in anticipation of her tastebuds exploding with euphoria. Ah! It smells so good! I can't wait to dig in!
"Eh?" She glanced to her side and saw that Miguel had moved from beside her to across from the mysterious woman, Cassandra Truth. She was droning on and on about that magic garbage. She only tolerated what little she had overheard from Vivian because she helped save her life. Any other prick babbling about that magic nonsense was just going to piss her off. "Tch. Wish those fuckin' nerds would keep their magic shit under wraps," she said with a shake of her head.
"So a child thinks she can fight a soldier?"
As if possessing a sixth sense, the girl turned to face Jinny as she rushed in for the attack, her index and thumb once again making the shape of a gun. Coal Chamber reacted, unleashing a field of electricity throughout the hallway, threatening to shock anyone or anything seeking to approach the girl.
"Sun Tzu once said, 'If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself, but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.' As of right now, you know nothing."
With Jamie, Lucy, and Suzie entering the elevator, the doors closed and they head to the second floor. Briefly, the lights flickered inside the elevator car, yet thankfully, it managed to reach its destination as the doors slid open to reveal a warped and distorted corridor.
The dog hunched upward, growling fiercely into the ink blot darkness as he treaded forward.
"So you're still blind to the ways of the world, yes? Okay... I can fix."
Rising from her seat, Cassandra raised her index and ring, making the sign of the horns or the evil eye. Reaching forth, she placed both fingertips on Miguel's brows before gently brushing downward, closing his eyes.
"Breath in deeply and prepare yourself. Things will never be the same once you open your eyes," Her voice was distant, having sat back down in her seat. For but just a moment, Miguel would find himself plagued with anxiety and paranoia, feeling eyes on the back of his head; it was a sensation that should be a familiar one for him, having suffered Night Fever, but this felt way more intense. Once he opened his eyes and looked back to where Cassandra pointed, he would see it.
Original join date: 11/23/2004
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Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
- C.S. Lewis