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[sorefoot]

[ viserys wakes, head thrashing from side to side with a dull scream leaving his throat. horrible nightmares of gold and an unbearable heat. his hands go to his head and sighs when he's met with lukewarm flesh and soft hair.

his eyes go about the room. unknown, alone.

voice frantic he calls out: ]

Where am I?!

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[signedlefthanded]

You're in the castle, sir. New arrival, I take it?

[sorefoot]

Castle? What castle? Tell me, where am I!

[signedlefthanded]

Paradisa it is called. Most likely it is unfamiliar to you.

[sorefoot]

What land are we in?

[signedlefthanded]

It is called Paradisa. The whole land. Save for the lands beyond it, where the barrier lies.

[squirrelhunter]

Welcome to Castle Wonderfuck. We hope y'enjoy y'stay.

[Lazy redneck drawl over the magic book. What do?]

[sorefoot]

You will watch your tongue with me! Do you know who I am?

[squirrelhunter]

Ain't got no clue, but I know I don't give a fuck 'bout what you think

[sorefoot]

How dare you speak to Viserys of the house Targaryen in such a tone.

What is your name?

outofcharacter. frightening, isn't he?

[squirrelhunter]

Well, lookee here, we got someone who's all high'n'mighty. Thought I said I don't give a fuck 'bout how I talk?

Name's Daryl Dixon, an y'ain't gonna last long 'round here with that attitude.

/threadjack

[wintercat]

[She really shouldn't say anything. She really shouldn't. But oops, something slips out.]

A Targaryen. [Oh! There's a tone of recognition! Too bad there's also that note of irritation.]

Dictated forever

[huffythedragon]

Paradisa. Don't freak out, you're safe.

and ever.

[sorefoot]

I know not of this place nor do I care.
Tell me, where is this 'Paradisa'?

[huffythedragon]

If you don't care, when why do you want to know where it is?

[sorefoot]

I want to know where it is so that I may return back to my domain.
I thought that was clear.

[huffythedragon]

Not really dude, you just started yelling. Anyway, this is a magical place, no one can just leave.

[demontobeloved]

Welcome to Paradisa. And, no, I'm not a ghost. I'm talking to you through a journal. Should be somewhere nearby.

[sorefoot]

A journal? [ his voice is unsure, but his eyes scan the room. he spots a small leather bound book nearby. his hands go to it, picking it ]

How did I come to be here?

[demontobeloved]

Sorry, but that's something we don't know. It's either magic or technology. What we do know is that you can't get back to where you were before. The castle won't let any of us go until it feels like it.

[sorefoot]

Captives? Who is the king of this castle? I'll have him release me.

[demontobeloved]

Sorry, but that's a no-go. The castle isn't owned by anyone, because it seems to be intelligent in itself. And petitioning the castle won't work.

[jammin_with_ed]

Disa-Disa! [As if that clears eeeeeverything up]

[sorefoot]

What is 'disa'? Use your proper speech and tell me where I might be.

[jammin_with_ed]

Disa-Disa. Paaaaaaaaaaaaaradisa. That's where you aaa~aaare.

[sorefoot]

Well, where is this Paradisa located?