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Skulduggery's gotten used to glimpses of dark hair in market crowds. There was a time when he could barely walk from one Sector to another without following up on any potential sightings - though to be fair, that time ended a while ago. Valkyrie was smart. If anything, she would find him.
So when he catches another glimpse this morning, he ignores it. Trick of the light. Wishful thinking. The usual list of excuses.
Only the glimpse doesn't vanish.
Skulduggery hesitates, then follows it, moving unnaturally smoothly through the crowd.
Stephanie, even as she wanders around the streets and sneaking peeks into stores and the occasional market, still has no idea where she is. Or how she got here, really, though she has a distinct feeling it had to do with Skullduggery Pleasant.
Not that she's sure he would know what to do with a giant turtle, or even what one could do with one for that matter, but she hast known him for very long, to be fair. It could be like the septre, something people just thought wasn't real and therefore dismissed entirely, after all. Though that line of thinking wasn't going to do her much good here; she had to think like Valkyrie Cain, not normal ordinary Stephanie Edgely. That said, she found that Valkyrie Cain had about as much idea about turtles as her normal life as Stephanie did, which was to say not very much.
It takes awhile for her to catch onto the feeling that someone is following her, but the moment she does she quickly casts a glance over her shoulder.
Not much can make Skulduggery freeze in his tracks. That face does.
It's not the face specifically - although a good deal of it is, if Skulduggery's being brutally honest with himself. It's been over a year. He can allow himself some shock, tinged with the frustration of how long it took for this to happen. But no, his utter inability to think has less to do with the face itself and more to do with how young the face is.
The Valkyrie Cain he left behind was eighteen years old. This is Valkyrie as she was when he first met her.
That... complicates things.
A few moments of silence, and then Skulduggery takes a step forward. "You're late," he says. There's a smile in his voice, along with plenty of mock disapproval.
[OOC: Just for my own frame of reference, how far are you in the series, and how do you feel about spoilers? I'll usually keep them to a minimum unless you say otherwise.]
[OOC: Second book, but I'm taking Valkyrie from the end of the first! Feel free, I don't mind spoilers any.]
"Skullduggery!" His presence makes her feel a bit less lost. She can at least hope he knows what's going on. The bit of silence and him stopping when she sees him, she has no idea what that's about, but it doesn't stop her from running towards him on her long legs at all.
"I am not!" She immediately retorts. "How could I be when I just got here? Where is this, anyhow?"
[OOC: Oh man, you're just starting out! :D You're in for a wild ride.]
"It's not your fault," Skulduggery assures her. "But that doesn't mean you're not late. It just means there's something else we get to blame for it."
The Dreaming, or Evastelei. Evastelei's a pretty good bet, since she's already dead. They can also take the lazy option of blaming Malicant, but since mentioning that out loud would lead to a torrent of questions about who exactly Malicant is, Skulduggery chooses not to mention that out loud.
He looks Valkyrie up and down instead, then tilts his head. "That depends. What's the last thing you remember?"
It's much too late to prevent a torrent of questions, it just means what the questions are are going to be on a different path. It's not enough to stop Stephanie from asking, after all. Especially with a question like that
"Then what do we get to blame?" The fact that he's looking her over doesn't escape her either, not when he's asking a strange question like that. "And what do you mean, it depends? Why are you asking what the last thing I remember is? Does it matter?"
Skulduggery laughs. There's a certain amount of relief in the laugh, relief an older Valkyrie would have picked up on immediately. Skulduggery isn't sure if this version of her will, but either way, he heads off another question by answering one first.
"I'm offended," he says, "that the very fact I asked the question isn't enough to tell you it matters. I ask nothing but the most relevant questions, Valkyrie."
Well, barring some minor episodic insanity which prompted him to ask her what she'd had for breakfast that morning. Fortunately, this Valkyrie wouldn't remember that.
She can tell; but she isn't sure why he is relieved at all.
"You also like to feed your ego," she reminds him. "So I'm sure you think they're always relevant." It still gives her time to go over what he said, with keeping in mind the fact he's insisting it is a relevant question to ask. Instead the reason occurs to her.
"You think I came from a different time than you!" As much sense as that doesn't make, it still does at the same time, a bit at least, if only because his comment about Ghastly and the amount of time he won't be missing is fresh on her mind. "Why is that?"
Well, she isn't wrong. She's missing a small part of that sentence, though - Skulduggery's questions are always relevant. He's never wrong unless being wrong suits him. Valkyrie can be forgiven for that overlook, since at her point in time she hasn't known him for very long.
Still sharp as ever, though.
"If you'd answered my question," he says, "instead of making things more difficult than they needed to be, you would know why. I'm from 2014. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say you're from... the neighbourhood of 2007. Am I right?"
Her response comes nearly automatically. "I'm not making it more difficult than it had to, you're just-" And then the year gives settles in properly. 2014. A whole seven years, with room to spare on one side or another.
"From 2014?" She's not going to ask if he's serious, since it explains some of the strangeness. "You're right."
2007. She didn't flinch at the name 'Valkyrie', so she was far enough along in their relationship to have grown accustomed to it. She's probably just started school, or at the very least seen Serpine turn to dust. Skulduggery allows himself a moment of pride at how unflappable his young partner was even back then; but once the moment ends, it's back to business.
"You're in a city called Keeliai," he explains. "On the back of a continent-turtle, swimming through a world which is just outside the regular flow of time. Another dimension, to be precise. Have I explained dimensions to you yet?"
It wasn't abnormal to see children around the city. It happened; people lived here, had lives, just like any other family might. Human children, however, were something different entirely. Sometimes kedan imitated humans, but more often than not there was something just off enough to place them differently. Foreigners and kedan didn't always get along.
Seeing a human child wandering the city set off a paternal, instinctual reaction to make sure she was all right. It wasn't that Cain automatically assumed any children couldn't take care of themselves, or that whatever children were brought here weren't special circumstances, but he was of the mind that assuming that from the very start was a slippery slope one couldn't recover from.
So.
He approached, harmless and looking nothing more than a college-aged young man concerned with a teenager apparently on her own. "Hey," he said, head tilted just slightly. "Everything okay?"
[ ooc: Valkyrie Cain, meet a guy who is also named Cain! Also everyone on plurk is super excited there is a Valkyrie here. Do you have one? ]
Sora | Kingdom Hearts | ... okay so I just withdrew a reserve but I couldn't resist
[He's wearing wacky clothes which immediately identify him as a Foreigner - not that Sora's aware of it - and he's wandering around the marketplace, holding a map almost as big as he is. The map is colour-coded. It's like someone took one look at Sora and knew he would need all the help he could get.
Sora would have been offended, if A) he knew that was the case, and B) he wasn't finding the map really, really helpful.]
Okay, so that's the Metal Sector... [He jabs at the spot on the map for good measure, then turns around.] And that's the Merchants' Guild. Right?
[He looks down at the map, frowns. Rubs his head.]
I think I need help.
[And not just with the map. Poor kid's stuck alone in another world after he was promised this sort of thing wouldn't happen again. He looks lost in more ways than one.]
Gamzee Makara | that fucking webcomic with the trolls and shit | alex no what are you doing
[A fearsome-looking grey-skinned person with wild black hair, white face paint, yellow eyes, and orange-to-yellow horns looks at the camera questioningly before breaking out into a fanged grin, his eyes hooded. He can't be more than thirteen.]
Shiiiit, this is fuckin' neat. This ain't a husktop but it's got this motherfuckin' video thing happening. That is some wicked shit.
...anyone know where a brother can get his ass hooked up with some wicked elixir around here? I'm feelin' the need to kick some back.
[A handsome gentleman happens to overhear the rather course language and turns to look at the teenager, his brow raised in disapproval for a brief moment before a smirk crosses his face.]
There are many kinds of elixir, my young friend, I am not entirely certain which one you seek. can you perhaps be a little more descriptive than just 'wicked'?
1. Action Sprawling canals, unobtrusive natives, modest houses with a focus on comfort and unassuming leisure -- Louis felt at home in the Water district. The heavy smell of water and sea, and the products thereof, were the forefront of his attraction and the hues of blues and greens the backdrop that solidified his immediate favor for this area. It was night, of course, and Louis was masochistically enjoying the gnawing hunger that was threatening him with weakness. It was back to rats for him, and he had a small smile at the thought of, what would Lestat think?
But he didn't know this city yet, he didn't know how sustainable the life was here, he didn't know if these 'kedan' were even full of the precious blood he needed to survive. In two-hundred and fifty years, Louis felt as if he had seen most of what the small world of Earth had to offer and this was, while disconcerting at first, strangely refreshing. Night after night he walked the various districts taking in all that he could of the sights and sounds of this surreal new city. Always however, he ended up back in the Water district. It had been rodents and birds for the few weeks he had walked these streets.
His hunger was constant, as was the pain that came with it, and the unrest. He needed to feed but he dare not, at least not yet. Every time a particularly interesting native crossed his path, Louis was one step closer to finding out what their life would feel like draining from them and into himself -- how ironic would it be if their blood was toxic, or if they had no blood at all for him to drink upon? Such thoughts helped ease the pain some, at least, but he knew that he would not last much longer.
This was evidenced by him actually bumping into someone he was so preoccupied with such thoughts. Louis turned immediately to see if it was another Foreigner or a native, with an apology already on his lips. "Forgive me my thoughtlessness."
2. Console [Video] [It is night, the very earliest of hours in the new day, and Louis is sitting in a dully lit room. The color of the light is a dull blue, and his face is mostly in shadow. The darkness outside and the blue-teal light give his white skin -- what can be seen of it -- a very unhealthy hue. However, his voice is soft and curious in tone, and welcoming in its calmness]
One of my most favorite of memories of my home were the crawfish. Platters full of bright crawfish, freshly caught, steaming and soon to be bathed in seasoned, clarified butter.
[Being in the Water district has brought these distant memories back and they make him smile slightly as he thinks on it. He couldn't now remember what crawfish tasted like but he remembered that he had enjoyed it.]
Do they have here what any of you recall fondly from your own homes? More surprising to me is not what all is different here, but how much is so similar, to what I once knew.
"Louis, Louis, Louis." Lestat called out to Louis with a particular familiar weight to his tone that carried that honey-traced melancholy that danced near the line of pity. Although, of all his fledgings, of all his companions, Louis must be his favorite. Even over those he's carried alongside him into this afterlife experience. There was just something about Louis that trembled the strings to his heart. Surely Louis would befit any play so long as it was full of sorrow, anguish, guilt, remorse, and a hint of regret! The sad fact is that no play was worthy of his dear Louis!
Lestat had the very faintest of a chuckle before he stepped closer yet.
His eyes absorbed the violet of his collar, cuffs, and lapel. His blonde hair pale as if it’s not seen the sun in many, many years thus void of that particular warming vitamin in the invisible air that gave skin a tan. His skin — yes, his skin was white with a shimmer of pearl to the curves of his knuckles, the trace of his jaw, and the tip of his nose. It was faint, but there was an illuminated factor within his skin that perhaps the moon graced him with. After all, he was but the moon’s only true companion for so very long.
Why wouldn’t the heavens grant him the finest of gifts: starlight shimmer!
He had watched Louis lose himself in his thoughts and blunder over a rather awkward encounter as he rammed his strong body against the weak one of a human. Then Louis carried on with all the weight of his burdens holding tight to his shoulders and pulling at the tails of Louis’ hair. He was, perfectly described, such a drag.
It would have to be a gross understatement now to say he was simply preoccupied, for he would have to be completely unawares of his surrounding not to have felt this one nearby. Louis turned slowly, a mixture of emotions that played out as irritation on his features as he laid his bright green gaze upon the intimately familiar figure of one Lestat de Lioncourt.
The irritation was merely for show, for his heart and what could be considered a soul perhaps, sang like a cathedral choir boy for the knowledge that this creator was here, and that he looked well and healthy. Louis's features calmed and slowly, and so very subtly, he had the makings of a smile play at his lips instead.
"Monsieur," Louis greeted his long-time companion, with a bow of his head which would look respectful if Lestat didn't know him well enough to know it was meant ironically. "I would have never expected to see you here. You are looking well." Meaning: well fed.
[A teenage girl with a cat-eared headband on is squinting at the camera.] Well. Well well well well well.
Well.
Hi. [She shakes her head and the bells on her headband jingle.] No chance of sending out a distress signal, eh? Not that I think this place is bad or anything. I just, uh...I got Stuff to take care of, back home. At least I don't have amnesia this time, right? Heh heh heh... [The laughter is nervous, and trails off. She looks concerned for a moment before turning a thousand-watt smile to the camera again.]
Also, I only have like four Tim Tams in my bag and that is a grave effing injustice.
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Stephanie Edgely/Valkyrie Cain | Skullduggery Pleasant
screams
So when he catches another glimpse this morning, he ignores it. Trick of the light. Wishful thinking. The usual list of excuses.
Only the glimpse doesn't vanish.
Skulduggery hesitates, then follows it, moving unnaturally smoothly through the crowd.
/screams back
Not that she's sure he would know what to do with a giant turtle, or even what one could do with one for that matter, but she hast known him for very long, to be fair. It could be like the septre, something people just thought wasn't real and therefore dismissed entirely, after all. Though that line of thinking wasn't going to do her much good here; she had to think like Valkyrie Cain, not normal ordinary Stephanie Edgely. That said, she found that Valkyrie Cain had about as much idea about turtles as her normal life as Stephanie did, which was to say not very much.
It takes awhile for her to catch onto the feeling that someone is following her, but the moment she does she quickly casts a glance over her shoulder.
/general screaming
It's not the face specifically - although a good deal of it is, if Skulduggery's being brutally honest with himself. It's been over a year. He can allow himself some shock, tinged with the frustration of how long it took for this to happen. But no, his utter inability to think has less to do with the face itself and more to do with how young the face is.
The Valkyrie Cain he left behind was eighteen years old. This is Valkyrie as she was when he first met her.
That... complicates things.
A few moments of silence, and then Skulduggery takes a step forward. "You're late," he says. There's a smile in his voice, along with plenty of mock disapproval.
[OOC: Just for my own frame of reference, how far are you in the series, and how do you feel about spoilers? I'll usually keep them to a minimum unless you say otherwise.]
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"Skullduggery!" His presence makes her feel a bit less lost. She can at least hope he knows what's going on. The bit of silence and him stopping when she sees him, she has no idea what that's about, but it doesn't stop her from running towards him on her long legs at all.
"I am not!" She immediately retorts. "How could I be when I just got here? Where is this, anyhow?"
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"It's not your fault," Skulduggery assures her. "But that doesn't mean you're not late. It just means there's something else we get to blame for it."
The Dreaming, or Evastelei. Evastelei's a pretty good bet, since she's already dead. They can also take the lazy option of blaming Malicant, but since mentioning that out loud would lead to a torrent of questions about who exactly Malicant is, Skulduggery chooses not to mention that out loud.
He looks Valkyrie up and down instead, then tilts his head. "That depends. What's the last thing you remember?"
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"Then what do we get to blame?" The fact that he's looking her over doesn't escape her either, not when he's asking a strange question like that. "And what do you mean, it depends? Why are you asking what the last thing I remember is? Does it matter?"
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"I'm offended," he says, "that the very fact I asked the question isn't enough to tell you it matters. I ask nothing but the most relevant questions, Valkyrie."
Well, barring some minor episodic insanity which prompted him to ask her what she'd had for breakfast that morning. Fortunately, this Valkyrie wouldn't remember that.
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"You also like to feed your ego," she reminds him. "So I'm sure you think they're always relevant." It still gives her time to go over what he said, with keeping in mind the fact he's insisting it is a relevant question to ask. Instead the reason occurs to her.
"You think I came from a different time than you!" As much sense as that doesn't make, it still does at the same time, a bit at least, if only because his comment about Ghastly and the amount of time he won't be missing is fresh on her mind. "Why is that?"
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Still sharp as ever, though.
"If you'd answered my question," he says, "instead of making things more difficult than they needed to be, you would know why. I'm from 2014. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say you're from... the neighbourhood of 2007. Am I right?"
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"From 2014?" She's not going to ask if he's serious, since it explains some of the strangeness. "You're right."
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2007. She didn't flinch at the name 'Valkyrie', so she was far enough along in their relationship to have grown accustomed to it. She's probably just started school, or at the very least seen Serpine turn to dust. Skulduggery allows himself a moment of pride at how unflappable his young partner was even back then; but once the moment ends, it's back to business.
"You're in a city called Keeliai," he explains. "On the back of a continent-turtle, swimming through a world which is just outside the regular flow of time. Another dimension, to be precise. Have I explained dimensions to you yet?"
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Seeing a human child wandering the city set off a paternal, instinctual reaction to make sure she was all right. It wasn't that Cain automatically assumed any children couldn't take care of themselves, or that whatever children were brought here weren't special circumstances, but he was of the mind that assuming that from the very start was a slippery slope one couldn't recover from.
So.
He approached, harmless and looking nothing more than a college-aged young man concerned with a teenager apparently on her own. "Hey," he said, head tilted just slightly. "Everything okay?"
[ ooc: Valkyrie Cain, meet a guy who is also named Cain! Also everyone on plurk is super excited there is a Valkyrie here. Do you have one? ]
Sora | Kingdom Hearts | ... okay so I just withdrew a reserve but I couldn't resist
Sora would have been offended, if A) he knew that was the case, and B) he wasn't finding the map really, really helpful.]
Okay, so that's the Metal Sector... [He jabs at the spot on the map for good measure, then turns around.] And that's the Merchants' Guild. Right?
[He looks down at the map, frowns. Rubs his head.]
I think I need help.
[And not just with the map. Poor kid's stuck alone in another world after he was promised this sort of thing wouldn't happen again. He looks lost in more ways than one.]
Gamzee Makara | that fucking webcomic with the trolls and shit | alex no what are you doing
[A fearsome-looking grey-skinned person with wild black hair, white face paint, yellow eyes, and orange-to-yellow horns looks at the camera questioningly before breaking out into a fanged grin, his eyes hooded. He can't be more than thirteen.]
Shiiiit, this is fuckin' neat. This ain't a husktop but it's got this motherfuckin' video thing happening. That is some wicked shit.
...anyone know where a brother can get his ass hooked up with some wicked elixir around here? I'm feelin' the need to kick some back.
Lord Amos | Swallowing the Sun
There are many kinds of elixir, my young friend, I am not entirely certain which one you seek. can you perhaps be a little more descriptive than just 'wicked'?
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Louis de Pointe du Lac | The Vampire Chronicles
Sprawling canals, unobtrusive natives, modest houses with a focus on comfort and unassuming leisure -- Louis felt at home in the Water district. The heavy smell of water and sea, and the products thereof, were the forefront of his attraction and the hues of blues and greens the backdrop that solidified his immediate favor for this area. It was night, of course, and Louis was masochistically enjoying the gnawing hunger that was threatening him with weakness. It was back to rats for him, and he had a small smile at the thought of, what would Lestat think?
But he didn't know this city yet, he didn't know how sustainable the life was here, he didn't know if these 'kedan' were even full of the precious blood he needed to survive. In two-hundred and fifty years, Louis felt as if he had seen most of what the small world of Earth had to offer and this was, while disconcerting at first, strangely refreshing. Night after night he walked the various districts taking in all that he could of the sights and sounds of this surreal new city. Always however, he ended up back in the Water district. It had been rodents and birds for the few weeks he had walked these streets.
His hunger was constant, as was the pain that came with it, and the unrest. He needed to feed but he dare not, at least not yet. Every time a particularly interesting native crossed his path, Louis was one step closer to finding out what their life would feel like draining from them and into himself -- how ironic would it be if their blood was toxic, or if they had no blood at all for him to drink upon? Such thoughts helped ease the pain some, at least, but he knew that he would not last much longer.
This was evidenced by him actually bumping into someone he was so preoccupied with such thoughts. Louis turned immediately to see if it was another Foreigner or a native, with an apology already on his lips. "Forgive me my thoughtlessness."
2. Console [Video]
[It is night, the very earliest of hours in the new day, and Louis is sitting in a dully lit room. The color of the light is a dull blue, and his face is mostly in shadow. The darkness outside and the blue-teal light give his white skin -- what can be seen of it -- a very unhealthy hue. However, his voice is soft and curious in tone, and welcoming in its calmness]
One of my most favorite of memories of my home were the crawfish. Platters full of bright crawfish, freshly caught, steaming and soon to be bathed in seasoned, clarified butter.
[Being in the Water district has brought these distant memories back and they make him smile slightly as he thinks on it. He couldn't now remember what crawfish tasted like but he remembered that he had enjoyed it.]
Do they have here what any of you recall fondly from your own homes? More surprising to me is not what all is different here, but how much is so similar, to what I once knew.
.1
Lestat had the very faintest of a chuckle before he stepped closer yet.
His eyes absorbed the violet of his collar, cuffs, and lapel. His blonde hair pale as if it’s not seen the sun in many, many years thus void of that particular warming vitamin in the invisible air that gave skin a tan. His skin — yes, his skin was white with a shimmer of pearl to the curves of his knuckles, the trace of his jaw, and the tip of his nose. It was faint, but there was an illuminated factor within his skin that perhaps the moon graced him with. After all, he was but the moon’s only true companion for so very long.
Why wouldn’t the heavens grant him the finest of gifts: starlight shimmer!
He had watched Louis lose himself in his thoughts and blunder over a rather awkward encounter as he rammed his strong body against the weak one of a human. Then Louis carried on with all the weight of his burdens holding tight to his shoulders and pulling at the tails of Louis’ hair. He was, perfectly described, such a drag.
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The irritation was merely for show, for his heart and what could be considered a soul perhaps, sang like a cathedral choir boy for the knowledge that this creator was here, and that he looked well and healthy. Louis's features calmed and slowly, and so very subtly, he had the makings of a smile play at his lips instead.
"Monsieur," Louis greeted his long-time companion, with a bow of his head which would look respectful if Lestat didn't know him well enough to know it was meant ironically. "I would have never expected to see you here. You are looking well." Meaning: well fed.
Kitty Callahan | OC | ALEX NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING
[A teenage girl with a cat-eared headband on is squinting at the camera.] Well. Well well well well well.
Well.
Hi. [She shakes her head and the bells on her headband jingle.] No chance of sending out a distress signal, eh? Not that I think this place is bad or anything. I just, uh...I got Stuff to take care of, back home. At least I don't have amnesia this time, right? Heh heh heh... [The laughter is nervous, and trails off. She looks concerned for a moment before turning a thousand-watt smile to the camera again.]
Also, I only have like four Tim Tams in my bag and that is a grave effing injustice.