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Post by Maeve on Aug 14, 2023 7:08:44 GMT
Maeve give a short nod. "Straight to the point and true, to many places." And to many complications because of it. There was a reason she preferred to stay in shadow away from reality but maybe she had stayed away to long.
Maeve moves the to other side of the wall and taps too listening if she finds a different sound by hitting the wall.
"Wollen, nice to meet." She says. "So from my part I would prefer under different circumstance."
"I would like to know the song or the story about the lass or both. Maybe I can tease a cousin or so with it." She says with a note of humor.
When she passes a mirror Maeve takes a short look at it even if she would prefer not to look into the mirror, but gather information is now important, not her wish to avoid mirrors, she want out of her to get two the other point on her list, sleeping and eating.
"There are stories in Amber about a Hall of Mirrors?"
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Post by Admin on Aug 21, 2023 4:06:06 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/WzVDzjf/1472518622754~jpg He continues tapping and begins to hum. An out-of-tune and discordant melody in Amber but not uncommon sounding in the Courts of Chaos. He sings a bit and the chorus states I married a Helgram girl. It sounds like a companion piece to Never wed a Hendrake lass. "Cousins, yes. And not a few uncles either.
"I've heard those rumours too. Mirrors popping up everywhere. Every civilization starts with clubs, pointed sticks, then fire and the wheel. Next comes mirrors. Surprising to find vanity so low down on the list, isn't it."Maeve sees her reflection in the mirror, and maybe she wishes she didn't. Cuts cover her face and arms, and her hair is a mess, overly pale skin and baggy eyes. Whatever happened when she was primal, it must have been draining. There is a depth in her reflection, one that grows further and further as she watches, hypnotized by the distortion. Wollen's surprisingly strong hand grabs her and pulls her away from the reflection. "Not that one. Never that one. Better if you smash it than leave it as a temptation," he tells her. Maeve hears voices from somewhere else in the building. Not talking in alarm but with concern. |
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Post by Maeve on Aug 21, 2023 6:03:26 GMT
"Seems the author knew my cousin Dara." Maeve says with slight smirk after hearing the song.
"Vanity, yes but it is more then vanity, it is the strong desire to see the one thing you can not see, yourself. Foolish, seeing yourself only hold disappointment."
Seeing her reflection is fights hard not to smash some more mirrors even the way she felt made her reflection not a great surprise. She wonder for a moment if walking the pattern would bring back the memory of what she did. Maybe she should avid walking the pattern for some time or book longer stay in a psychiatry if she had to walk it, just in case.
Being pulled way by Wollen from the mirror Maeve stands a moment with wide eyes and swallows hard. "Thanks you. One more reason to hate mirrors."
Listening to the voices. "Good or bad? Should hurry to find a way out.?"
If Wollen has not other solution, she continues to tap the wall this time avoiding to look into the mirrors.
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Post by Admin on Aug 29, 2023 0:51:22 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/WzVDzjf/1472518622754~jpg "Oh, ah, Dara, yes. The song may have been written about her, especially how it seems the singer is a fly caught in a spider's web. And the insinuation that the web extends across all shadow, forward and back through time. Artistic licence, I suppose. I hope." "It shouldn't be too bad. All you did here was some petty vandalism. Why not go and say 'hi'? I'm certain that they would be glad to meet you." |
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Post by Maeve on Aug 29, 2023 13:21:13 GMT
"Hmm, petty vandalism of some magical mirrors. I do no believe they will be very understanding when I tell that I had no control of what I was doing." Maeve replies. "Right now I more feel skipping consequences and get out of here."
Most likely the locals had forks and torches and whatever and a lot of other things she did no want to know about and this mirrors were some kind of religious focus point.
"Who contacted you to intercede my doings?"
Maeve continues to knocks at the wall. "Sure that there is thin veil here?"
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Post by Admin on Sept 4, 2023 5:38:22 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/WzVDzjf/1472518622754~jpg "It is said that every mirror here is magical. This also means that none are, if you look at it from a different angle - and, I must add, do not look at the mirrors from different angles! They will have little care for the few you broke here. Now what happened before I brought you here is a different matter.""I was instructed not to tell you. To save the embarrassment, I am sure.""Veil? Thin? I don't know anything about that. I am hoping to find a secret door! They won't mind you but will be less sanguine towards me. Go delay them a bit while I continue the search." |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 7, 2023 8:51:36 GMT
Maeve raises an eyebrow. "I'm not sure if not know or know is more embarassing." How kind someone was considerate of her feelings.
"What happened here before you brought me here and what was your involvement?" Maeve asks.
She sighs, hearinghis request, then shrugs hoping for an answer for her last question before starting to look out for whom ever is coming.
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Post by Admin on Sept 23, 2023 4:31:13 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/WzVDzjf/1472518622754~jpg "The madness of the change was upon you. Maybe something of the Logrus too. I have some experience in dealing with such situations and was called in to rescue." |
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Post by Maeve on Sept 23, 2023 8:53:55 GMT
"Thank you for the help." Maeve replies polity.
"If I would like to contact you, how would I do that." She asks before she will walk off to check with the natives of this place to give Wollen time to make a disappearing.
Quid pro quo for his help she will buy him some time.
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Post by Admin on Oct 5, 2023 3:41:25 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/WzVDzjf/1472518622754~jpg "I hope to see you one day in the Courts of Chaos, but for now, my way is along the hidden ways," he says, trying to be cryptic. Many in the Courts like to speak of 'hidden ways' they have created or found. "Ahh! I see that some of my luck remains!"He has pressed a latch or something, and a section of wall has swung open. A non-Euclidian passageway extending its unnatural perspective and proportion. He darts into the tunnel with a final wave to Maeve, then closes it quietly behind. |
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Post by Maeve on Oct 7, 2023 10:39:24 GMT
Maeve makes sure that she recalls where he pressed the wall and where the passage opened. So she does notthink it will work for her. And it did not looked like that Wollen had wanted her to tag along. But who knows.
She turns and slowly walks towards her involuntary hosts, at last she thinks it is the right direction judging by noise.
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Post by Admin on Oct 10, 2023 4:21:12 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/vjCYcS6/rhanda~png Around the corner, she sees six of the local people. They are dressed in ornate crimson and black armour and carry spears. The woman in front is crouched down, holding a shard of shattered mirrors. "Lady Maeve," she says in greeting. "You were not expected to be here."The others rest their spears on the floor. They do not seem to be planning to fight her. |
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Post by Maeve on Oct 11, 2023 7:46:37 GMT
"Greetings." Maeve replies.
She looks over the gathered people, looking if she knows one of them or can place their armor design.
"I did not planned to be here. I'm actually a bit lost to where here is?"
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Post by Admin on Oct 21, 2023 6:01:53 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/vjCYcS6/rhanda~png Maeve doesn't recognize any of the people or the designs of their equipment. "This is what you would call the mirrorworld. Obviously, we'd describe your places the same way.
"It is...rare to have someone arrive here unintentionally. How did you manage it?" |
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Post by Maeve on Oct 22, 2023 6:13:32 GMT
"It was unintentional. Fleeing in a haste, not paying enough attention on the surrounding and the exit I choose." Maeve replies and then explains further.
"There was a sphere or ellipsoid, 4 meters in diameter, looking like a vast black marble set in stone, dim rainbow-like swirls of colour moved about the surface, like oil on a puddle."
"At that point of time I considered it to be a good idea to step into it. I was not. What happened after I enter I can not say, I went primal."
"You know me. How?. And may I asked your names o I can address you?" Maeve politely asks.
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