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genessia2017-07-21 05:24 pm
chaosvessel) wrote in genessia2017-07-21 05:24 pm
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Action @ the Bay/Genessia City
[When he first wakes, he doesn't attempt to open the coffin, instead, he spends time wondering if everything over the past five years had been just another dream...another nightmare, that that is reality. The soft interior of his coffin is strange, though, and it gets his attention. This isn't his coffin. It was far too luxurious to be the one he'd been confined to for 30 years.
The cover slides open, and the pale man inside takes a look around, frowning down at the things he's been left with before stepping out into the waters surrounding the coffin, metallic boots sliding easily enough through the pool.]
Mmm.
[The only sound he makes at first as he off-handedly pockets the bills and makes his way to the ramp and up to the street level. Crimson eyes dark as a hand moves to his hip and a very large three-barreled pistol at his him. He doesn't draw the weapon, but relaxes quickly enough, clearly seeing that the danger has passed. The holographic glow makes his face, partially obscured by the wide color of a tattered red opera cape, seem to glow in the low light of the early evening. He tilts his head to the side once the recording comes to a close, turning his gaze toward the map stand, thin eye-brows lowering as he turns toward it.]
...maps. Captives. [He lets out a quiet sigh.] What's next?
The cover slides open, and the pale man inside takes a look around, frowning down at the things he's been left with before stepping out into the waters surrounding the coffin, metallic boots sliding easily enough through the pool.]
Mmm.
[The only sound he makes at first as he off-handedly pockets the bills and makes his way to the ramp and up to the street level. Crimson eyes dark as a hand moves to his hip and a very large three-barreled pistol at his him. He doesn't draw the weapon, but relaxes quickly enough, clearly seeing that the danger has passed. The holographic glow makes his face, partially obscured by the wide color of a tattered red opera cape, seem to glow in the low light of the early evening. He tilts his head to the side once the recording comes to a close, turning his gaze toward the map stand, thin eye-brows lowering as he turns toward it.]
...maps. Captives. [He lets out a quiet sigh.] What's next?
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Yes. People arrive and are taken home without any noticeable pattern. I can't say very much about this place despite living her for a few months now but I do know that the hologram is accurate.
[After all, Gaston doesn't remember everything that Belle does.]
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[He comment isn't made to anyone in particular, and he turns back toward the Bay, toward the coffin he'd arrived in, back to the hologram, and finally back to Belle.]
It's hard to say.
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[Belle spoke with a slight raise to her eyebrow. She wasn't used to someone who said so few words, half of which were speaking to no one in particular.]
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What have you learned?
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I know a lot but not nearly as much as I wish. I have some notes at home, I'd be happy to share them with you though I can also resist what I remember here. It's a lot of information though, I'm worried I might leave something out.
[She wonders what he's specifically curious about.]
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[He has a feeling he should probably be getting home. Things were getting...intense.]
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[She looks back at the bay with a thoughtful expression.]
People come and go but there isn't anything about those who brought us here. The cities have spirits but I don't know if they are the culprit or not.
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[Another noncommittal response from Valentine.]
Does anyone know?
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...it's a phone.
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Is that what it's called.
[She has no reason not to believe him.]
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Yes.
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I believe that's what they called it in the reading material but I always thought of it as a magic mirror of sorts. [Technology is new to Belle though she has a very steep learning curve.]
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[Vincent had never heard of such a thing, of course, magic wasn't something to be manipulated to his knowledge. It just was. Materia contained it and it couldn't do anything aside from what it was designed to do.]
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Yes, I am still learning about technology and magic. Genessia has a bit of both, depending on where you go.
[It is very strange for Belle but she's naturally curious and open to new things.]
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...you mean...an enchantment. Something from a faery tale.
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[Her head tilts to the side as she remembers the last few days before she arrived in Genessia.]
-before I arrived here I found myself in an enchanted castle. I'm being to think that anything is possible.
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[He blinks.]
...what do you mean?
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[She pauses, wondering if she should mention her father.]
I was a prisoner there. The candelabras and clocks talked. There was no one in the castle except for a beast.
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[Talking fixtures and furniture?]
Why were you taken prisoner?
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[He's also very unreasonable.]
In a way. He had locked my father up for picking a rose. It was supposed to be a gift for me.
I ended up taking my fathers place.
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You took your father's place.
[He turns toward her, brows lowered in confusion, even though his sentence was more of a statement than a question. He's surprised.]
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Of course. He's my father.
[She doesn't understand why this confuses people.]
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...you must have cared for him very much.
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