Pictures in the Dark

[formidable]

General PSL/FUNBOX post for aurajen and formidable. Lots of OC shenanigans. ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2

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[fraga]

[Bazett McFraga McRemitz isn't a stranger to oddball situations. In fact, that's pretty much her life, being a mage hunter for the Mage's Association. So she only has a blink to offer when she wakes up and finds herself in a hedge maze instead of her usual spot in the mansion with her Servant, Avenger.

Is he trying to prank me? is the first though that comes into Bazett's head.

But no, that only made a little bit of sense. So far they've been in a loop, repeating events in order to win the Holy Grail War although so far they've yet to be successful.

There's no point in trying to think too deeply about this until she's covered enough ground to understand the environment around her. She should find Avenger too.

Huh. A voice?]

... This way!

[She calls back, wondering if she can be heard from where she is.]

[abysswalked]

[He has to fight back a wave of frustration before he hears a voice -- after that, it's nothing but hopefulness from there, though he has to remind himself to be cautious, unless it ends up being a trap of some sort.

He moves in the direction of the voice, though he has to take a few oddball turns to finally see her at the other end of the hedge "hallway." She could likely hear him from afar before he was in sight, though -- his armor clanks with every step, though he's currently without his helm.

And so it appears he's found the source of the voice. He straightens, but tries to sound as non-threatening as possible.]

Friend or foe? [Straight to the point, then.]

[fraga]

[Bazett stiffens at the sight of the armored figure. Well, at least he looks human. That's a start.

At his inquiry, the magus keeps her composure and replies back neutrally.]

It depends. I'm more than willing to be the former in a situation like this.

[abysswalked]

[He hesitates, and then:] And the same can be said for myself, fortunately.

[And with that, he moves forward, a bit closer so he can make out this stranger. His greatsword is carried across his shoulder as he walks.]

Are you familiar with being in such a situation? [He's quite lost, himself.] I've not even an idea of where I am, and these ungodly plants- [He means the bushes making up the hedge maze] -are unnaturally resilient.

[fraga]

[The woman standing before Atorias is dressed in a suit and tie and gloves cover both hands. She regards him coolly; he doesn't seem like a Servant. There's a different atmosphere around him, but regardless, it's better to be cautious than not.]

I can't say I've ever suddenly found myself in a maze, so no. That said, there is most certainly an exit. If not, we're dealing with other "ungodly" arts.

[abysswalked]

[He notices her attire, and finds it very odd indeed, not quite like anything Artorias has seen. He wonders what kingdom she hails from -- one very far away from Lordran, apparently.

That, or he's the one who's been pulled to a land far, far away. That would make more sense, because he's not aware of any insanely complex hedge mazes in Anor Londo, much less anywhere else he can think of. And so, it prompts his next question:]

My name is Artorias. May I ask who you are, and where you hail from?

[fraga]

... You can call me Bazett.

[One name should be fine, a full name isn't necessary.]

And if you're asking of my place of origin, that would be Ireland. I was in another country recently though.

[She goes towards one of the bushes and flicks it with her finger. It seems normal enough?]

Have you tried burning this down yet?

[abysswalked]

A pleasure, Bazett. [It's a strange name, but not the strangest that he's come across in this day of strange things. Not to mention he's never heard of Ireland. The name makes it sound like a very angry place, but he bites his tongue, deciding not to comment.]

I've not tried, no. I'm no pyromancer, and I've not found a torch.