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paradisa2012-11-01 07:21 pm
wishmadeinfire) wrote in paradisa2012-11-01 07:21 pm
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Drip, Drop, Time to Wake Up [ Action/Dictated ]
[ Anyone remember that painting in the middle of the wall down that one hallway? No? Well, it's different today. Like, really different.
It's pushing out from its frame, the paint distorting as it seemed to stretch, like pushing at plastic wrapping. Eventually, it parts like the surface of water, rippling, a hand appearing. More and more comes out, color being sucked out through that single point from the painting. Finally Ashura stood in the hall, dressed in the royal regalia he had featured in the painting - richly colored robes, styled hair, small bits of ceremonial armor. Paint dripped from his fingers, robes, ears, and hair, forming small brightly colored puddles on the floor.
Golden eyes blinked, looking around, dazed, like he had woken up from a long sleep and it was taking a moment for the cotton to clear out. He looked up and down the hall, and finally reached into a belt at his waist and tugged out his journal - somehow he just knew it was there.]
Felix? Galadriel? Phoebe? Mufasa? Anyone? I am still in Paradisa am I not? How long have I been... well, frankly I don't know where I've been, I just know I've been asleep maybe? What has happened in my absence?
Come.. come to my chambers. I think I need to sit down and have some tea.
[ And with that he walks the few paces to his room, opens the door and sinks down into a chair and is immediately attacked by Sybil and Agni, yipping and wriggling on him as he wishes up a pot of tea and... cake. Yes. Cake with more sugar than you could shake a stick at.]
It's pushing out from its frame, the paint distorting as it seemed to stretch, like pushing at plastic wrapping. Eventually, it parts like the surface of water, rippling, a hand appearing. More and more comes out, color being sucked out through that single point from the painting. Finally Ashura stood in the hall, dressed in the royal regalia he had featured in the painting - richly colored robes, styled hair, small bits of ceremonial armor. Paint dripped from his fingers, robes, ears, and hair, forming small brightly colored puddles on the floor.
Golden eyes blinked, looking around, dazed, like he had woken up from a long sleep and it was taking a moment for the cotton to clear out. He looked up and down the hall, and finally reached into a belt at his waist and tugged out his journal - somehow he just knew it was there.]
Felix? Galadriel? Phoebe? Mufasa? Anyone? I am still in Paradisa am I not? How long have I been... well, frankly I don't know where I've been, I just know I've been asleep maybe? What has happened in my absence?
Come.. come to my chambers. I think I need to sit down and have some tea.
[ And with that he walks the few paces to his room, opens the door and sinks down into a chair and is immediately attacked by Sybil and Agni, yipping and wriggling on him as he wishes up a pot of tea and... cake. Yes. Cake with more sugar than you could shake a stick at.]