Through a mirror crack'd

[darinder]

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This is an "open" RP thread for MaO's story. Please feel free to add posts of what your character(s) got up to in relation to the events that will crop up.

Right now, you're probably wondering what the heck it's all about. Well, as soon as I kick this writer's block, I'll post the first few "scenes" and things will (should?) become clearer.

[minsafedistance]

Picture if you will a forest scene: Dense woods, heavily filtered light, a path worn by the passage of many feet wending its way between the large trees. A regal looking lady in a long purple sleeveless dress, matching gloves, billowing cloak, is casually wandering up the path. Following her is a pseudo Dragon, a butterfly winged dragon flitting around the lady in purple, watching the woods much more attentively than the lady in purple.

Bamphelimicepixavbal: Yer sure you wish to do this?, last time you spent any length of time around my cousins you . . .
Jennifer: +interrupting+ Were not aware of just what the effect of that would be.
Bamphelimicepixavbal: *flatly* Yeah, we found THAT out.
Jennifer: You can not deny it was good for me, good for us?
Bamphelimicepixavbal: Losing you forever is NOT a good result Jennifer.
Jennifer: You know it did not get to that point.
Bamphelimicepixavbal: *mutters quietly to himself a few things*

Jennifer: And you can protect me this time.
Bamphelimicepixavbal: Yes I can, now that I know of that *pauses* problem.
Jennifer: I have a choice you know, and others are going as well, some of which I care for, I know you do not want to sit by idly and allow damage to occur, I am choosing to go, you will be coming as well?
Bamphelimicepixavbal: You know I have to just to protect you, do I have a choice?
Jennifer: You always have a choice, if you do not come I will have to find another way to protect myself, I can probably afford the scrolls I would need, might have to pawn the cloak for a while though.

Jennifer: Please, will you come?
Bamphelimicepixavbal: Heh, sure! you look good in that pretty cloak and you look better . .
*there are sounds from a muffled snout*

The two continue to walk up the forest path and deeper into the dimly lit wood.