1st Act [VIDEO]

[actaestfabula]

[The camera turns on to show a pair of red, feline eyes staring intensely at the screen, before it pans back to show a girl wearing a black dress, seemingly no older than twelve years. Resting on her shoulder is a closed black umbrella with the face of a cat, and hovering next to her was a red bat.]

Ah, it is on. When I was pulled into the ground, I did not expect myself to sink into another world. Quite fortunate that my restraints hadn't followed me, or I would have met the most disgraceful of landings.

[With a quick flick of her wrist, she violently gracefully smacked the fat, floating red thing with her closed umbrella.]

Nago! Gii! I require a chair and cushion!

[With the pained chimes of "Yes!" and "Of course!", her cat-like umbrella had swiftly turned into a chair, and the obese red bat creature turned into that of a cushion. She gave a dainty sigh and sat down, resting her head against her hand. She looked at the camera with the most bored of expressions.]

... I've already spent five minutes trying to determine an appropriate algorithm to leave this bland slum; practically forever! I'd rather not have to rely on this communicator for assistance, but as much as I am loathe to admit it, I have no other choice.

Now then, if any of you plebeians would be so wise as to point me to the exit, I will be leaving now and prevent avoidable bloodshed. I'd rather not stay much long, you see, for I have important business to attend to, and a lady is never late to her affairs.

Comments

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

Hate to break it to you but you're going to have no choice but to get used to this place.

[scarletonlooker.livejournal.com]

Whatever do you mean? Explain yourself at once, child.

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

You're stuck here like everyone else until whatever governs this place exactly deems that it's your time to leave.

[scarletonlooker.livejournal.com]

Is that so? Do you know where I may find such authorities, so I may have a word with them... or reduce them to a indistinguishable pile of flesh?

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

The Deities have an office but they won't listen to you and I'll advise against attempting to start anything with them. Unless you want to be cursed into the form of a fruit bat for a month or so.

[scarletonlooker.livejournal.com]

Cursed? [She chuckles in amusement.] The prospect of that is fairly interesting. I'd like to see them try.

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

I'd refrain from being so haughty.

[scarletonlooker.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should refrain from discussing the personality traits of a total stranger before I decide to light that ostentatious afro of yours aflame.

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

I'm only stating something for your own benefit you high society goth.