tundrafrog1124
ERode
Sunny Suzuki
Thunder999999
Xaltwind
Dark Cloud
Izurich
strawbsandsugar
Zapdos
TeyaoCharlotte Wardwell
Time: Afternoon
Location: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University)
Interaction: Dante @FunnyGuy
As the confusing patchwork landscape of shifting scenes and various abstract parts of the overall mindscape sat splayed out there, it was easy to see how much the component parts vastly differed. Some were grand castle estates mansions, lavishly adorned or armed to the teeth or even grown over with vines among other such varying scenes. Others 'deeper' in were simple cottages or homes, huts sitting in the middle of dense and dark forests or amidst clearings or near facades of villages, and some were even homes that would look in-place stuck in crowded ancient cities and town of varying sizes. Some, frankly speaking, even further and further back began to show signs of being simply vast landscapes of nature that played out before Dante's sight. Great rolling steppes covered in sparse grasses, beautiful lakeside vistas untouched by man, and even a glimpse of the Loch Ness so long ago were at least perceptible from where Dante was.
Even so these mindscapes seemed to go farther and farther and deeper and deeper, as if one was going back further and further in time itself. With such in mind, to try to dig to the very 'root' of it all and travel to the oldest parts would be a daunting task to say the very least...if at all possible depending on what resistance if any arose.
Among these, however, the one closest to the surface and sitting most in front of Dante was a simple scene in and of itself. A grand bedroom, with a massive bed topped in fluffy pillows that seemed like a royal queen's bedchamber taken to another level...albeit with modern amenities. Toilet and sink. Widescreen TV. Magic performing setup on one side. A gigantic bed covered in the most silken of sheets and plush pillows. It was here a visage of Charlotte herself could be seen, sitting at the edge of the bed in loose-fitting pajamas and rubbing her eyes sleepily. The visage would then look over at Dante, rather directly so, before her eyes widened.
"W-Wait!!! Why are you suddenly in here?! Oh no, oh no no no. Ah, ok, maybe they knew before I did you were coming in here," Charlotte's visage said, visible panic in her voice and expression as she looked about the overall mindscape and back at Dante again, motioning him over with haste as she scrambled to grab a hoodie to pull on over her pajamas, "I have an idea. Just come over here near me, ok? We can talk here or something, umm, it'll be safer in this part. They'll be coming to you very soon, just don't try anything cra-"
Dante's actions did not seem to go unnoticed. Much the opposite, in fact. All of a sudden, cutting off Charlotte with a great rumble, the mindscape in all of its peculiar and abnormal entirety seemed to invisibly shift, giving a sensation as if an untold amount of pairs of eyes and focuses had just turned upon Dante simultaneously. Like he'd stepped into a stuffed room, and the crowd crammed inside had just all taken notice of him at once and turned their full attention to him at the very center. Except not all the stares were 'positive', nor were they all outright 'hostile'. Yet they all bore down on him, almost exerting a passive but incredible 'pressure' in some manner of speaking.
"Well well well, what do we have here? An intruder into our mindscape?"
Another visage seemed to appear before Dante, albeit not in the same space as Charlotte, floating there and sitting upon a throne of ice in a Russian military uniform. Her pale skin and blue eyes and highly voluptuous/curvy build were something to behold, and she even held what looked like a glass of wine in her hand. Even so, her rather long blue hair was...alien, abnormal to those who weren't familiar with how witches and warlocks could change the color of things. Regardless, she seemed to regard him with an amused smile and yet a jarringly contrasting cold stare akin to the throne she sat upon.
"You have no idea what you have stepped into, young man, nor whom for that matter. But you had no way to know. Charlotte tells us you haven't sought her further harm so far, so I will overlook this display as long as you keep in line."
Despite speaking in a calm and rather disciplined manner, the final line seemed to be delivered with no small amount of venom as it cut through the non-existent air like a hot knife through butter.
"Restrained for zis situation, aren't you?" another voice chimed in, another figure appearing near the first and glancing at the first before looking to Dante with crossed arms, light clearing her throat before speaking again, "Pardon her, she eez...well, a fan of theatrics in times like these. Not often vee get to speak with another like this, az usually intruders have such intents coming into here zat zey never get zee chance."
This one too seemed to don a likewise 'interesting' visage. She stood with a lovely older style coat hung about her shoulders, green eyes and green hair and obtuse haircut standing out on their own as she glanced over the intruding astral projection with a softer gaze. The nature of her attire seemed to be very distinctly 'French', though the obvious aristocratic air about it all was telling of other things in turn. At the same time, however, she seemed much more modest in her dress and manner than the former by a notable amount.
"Please, let's not get too soft on this one. He is still simply an intruder, and if he wishes to speak and converse then he may speak and converse. If not he may leave. If he tries anything, I will take great pleasure in crushing his astral form alongside 'her'. She won't shut up since the whole mention of the 'Circle of Ancients' anyways, so she'd love to take a swing right now."
"WHERE IST'THIS CIRCLE KNAVE WHO DOTH DARE INTRUDE UPON OUR VERY GATES? I'LL HAVE THE CIRCLE'S HEAD ON MY WALLS BEFORE HE DEFILES THIS MINDSCAPE!
...AN' BRING OUT THA' DAMN HOOR TOO SO I CAN FIGHT HER!!!"
"Dear, your heritage eez showing itzelf again at zee end zere. Weren't you purposefully practicing zee English accent too not zound so Irish-"
"AH' DUN' CARE ANYMORE BOUT' EHT! LET MEH' AT ALL O' EM!!!"
As the now three figures talked among each other, the third dropping all pretenses of a more 'proper' accent as she eventually appeared wearing armor and a weighty one-handed blade already unsheathed. She was visibly scarred over one closed and likely lost eye, though her remaining blue eye shone with ferocity as she barked and brandished her blade by her side. She seemed rather tall in height, armor covering up her notably more curvaceous parts to hide them as her remaining musculature shone through. Her fiery red hair was cut to about shoulder length, and some amount of freckles visible on her face.
Her gaze was turned to Dante with a look of incredible hostility and fierceness, as if she wanted to just kill him, though the figure on the ice throne and the green-haired woman both seemed to shoot her a glare in turn. Likewise the warrior woman seemed to then grudgingly restrain herself back and keep the sword at her side...albeit the blade was still held in a furious and barely-restrained death grip. Like a roiling volcano lying underneath what might be an otherwise disciplined frame.
"Dear, hold yourself back please. Some of us had better interactions with the Circle, and we know you do not like them for your own reasons," another and final voice chimed in, causing the green-haired French woman to tilt her head to the side as if she'd been called out specifically.
As the final 'voice' appeared before Dante, he would see a woman with long, flowing blonde hair and a figure akin to that of a goddess. Her form was simply clad in a lengthy, old, Greek-style toga. Her eyes seemed to be like the color of pure gold, a small golden crown adorning her head, though she seemed to hold herself more humbly and calmly. Frankly, she didn't even present an accent as two of the other visages had already. Even so, her hands remained clasped together in front of her as she gave a nod of general acknowledgement to Dante.
"Ah, none of the others will be showing up by the way. However, if things go south I've no doubt they will act."
The toga-wearing woman turned her head to the other visages, including the panicking one of Charlotte, her voice carrying over like the gentle tones of a mother as the others simply gave a brief nod to acknowledge her words in return. Nothing formal, but noting that they had at least heard her.
"Of course they wouldn't show, we are the four that actually keep involved with the girl these days. Though hearing from 'her' today was nothing short of a miracle."
"...Zis eez true, zo many of us haven't heard from her in zo very long a time. It eez a surprise, and yet it eez a mystery."
"She only ever speak when she desires to these days. In my day she spoke with me only ever a few times, and-...ah, let us not get distracted from the matter at hand."
"Ah' agree wit' her fer' once-. Ahem...Mine anger hast not been dulled toward the Circle by the passage of time, but for the girl's sake I shall hold mineself back. Be not at ease though, oh worm, for thine life hangs in the balance most precariously....damn dirty Connacht hoor..."
"Zere is zee accent again!"
"Póg mo thóin!!!"
"Will two stop it for one second and let us get on with this!"
Charlotte's visage seemed to warily walk over to Dante, now donning a comfortable oversized hoodie over her pajama-clad form, giving a nervous small hand wave as she stood before him. Nervous glances back at the other figures were taken, however, before she looked back at Dante with a look of semi-defeat.
"This must be a very strange sight for you, if you've done this sort of thing before I mean...but umm...welcome? Err...you did just trap me in my blanket though, got salt in the carpet, and...ah...ugh...this is going to be hell to explain."
Charlotte sighed in front of Dante, as if unable to formulate any real words to get her message across, whilst the other visages seemed to silently turn their attentions to them. It was more than awkward having her mind invaded like this, though she was far from defenseless. Actually, perhaps among the best defended if anyone tried to make a mess in here. She wouldn't be ungrateful for that, though the pressing situation itself was alarming and unnerving to say the least. So was taking a werewolf trying to kill her and plastering his insides and outsides all over the...well...'outside'. Literally. Very literally. Criminally so, it seemed, based on what had just happened to her and in her apartment.
