Winter RP: The Citadel

[shadowsong26]

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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The Space Witch

[rootsofthestories]

She's used to finding herself in strange and beautiful places and this seems to be yet another. There are weapons at her belt, a knife she has enchanted and a gun that is more for show than anything else. She hardly needs weapons to defend herself.

She moves through the space with curiosity in her yes and in her fingers. She touches whatever she can, tracing the lines of objects and letting her eyes close as she picks up little impressions of what they had been ad what they will be.

She looks friendly, ribbons in her hair and a smile on her face. She looks like she couldn't be any trouble at all. Looks can be deceiving though and while she's happy to be nice to anyone who's pleasant to her, she wont' be nearly as sweet if you prove to be trouble.

Re: The Space Witch

[bookblather]

Oh, this crap again. Kayleigh sighed heavily, a distinct, put-upon teenager kind of sigh, and looked around for someone interesting to talk to. If she had to be here for a couple of hours she wasn't going to talk to anybody boring.

The woman with ribbons in her hair looked interesting-- she had a knife and a gun, anyway, and didn't look like she was going to use either, so there had to be a story there. Kayleigh went over to her, shuffling in her sister's too-big ballet flats.

"Hi," she said. "New to this? I'm Kayleigh."

[rootsofthestories]

The Witch smiles, her eyes bright as she turns around. "Yes and no," she admits. "You sound a bit put upon. I guess showing up in strange new places isn't your favorite thing?"

She's picked up a pall from seemingly nowhere, rolling it between her hands and making a quiet humming noise as she does. She's not doing anything malicious, just recharging her little toy with her own energies. It's a muli-purpose little thing that she happens to favor more than anything else she has on her.

[bookblather]

"Nope," Kayleigh said. "I like doors to go where they went five minutes ago. I'm kind of stodgy that way, I guess." She tipped her head to the side. "Why? Are you used to it? How can you be new to this and not new at the same time?"

[rootsofthestories]

She laughs, seeming to be quite amused by the idea of such things. "Well, it must get dull for the doors," she muses. "They have to hate leading you to the same place all the time. Maybe letting them get a little variation in their lives allows them to function normally most of the time."

"Things shift," she explains after a moment. "They are fluid and always changing. I've been in situations where doors don't do what I expect, but I've never been here. It's interesting."

[bookblather]

"It's much nicer than last time," Kayleigh allowed. "Last time it was just my sister's stupid hotel. I mean, it's a nice hotel but I've been there a million times. This is much nicer."

She cocked her head again, looking at the Witch. "Do doors think? I mean, I wouldn't think so, but I guess they were alive once."

[rootsofthestories]

"Repetition can get boring," she agrees. "Even when it's nice, it's good to vary up things when you can. I have places I like but seeing them too much takes away from the joy of being there."

"Well, it depends on the door, now doesn't it?"She grins a little, having fun with this. "But no, most doors don't seem to have many opinions. I have a few that do though."

[bookblather]

"Really?" Kayleigh had never heard of a door having an opinion, but there was a first time for everything. "Do they like, complain at you?"

[rootsofthestories]

"If I choose to listen, which I usually do, considering they can make life very difficult for me if I don't."

She should possibly explain that the doors she's used to having opinions are her ship's and she is well aware that not everyone happens to have a sentient ship that can, on occasion, have an attitude.

But this is so much more fun.

[bookblather]

"That is pretty cool," Kayleigh admitted, somewhat reluctantly since she was still at a stage in her life where things should not actually be cool. Although, how would a door talk? "Can they talk, or do they do morse code, or what?"

[rootsofthestories]

"Depends on the door," she offers oh so helpfully. "After all, if the door is connected to something larger, it can tap into that to speak." She waves a hand around. "It all depend son if the door is sentient or if the entire space is and the door is just a part of that."

[bookblather]

Kayleigh though about that.

"I have literally never been anywhere that's sentient. I don't think places are sentient where I live."

[rootsofthestories]

She frowns a little, tilting her head. "I know there are such places, I've been to them. It's just...dull, to be honest." After a beat, she adds, "And gets to be rather lonely."