Narrative/Video

[higitus_figitus]

It had been far too long now. Over five days since he had last heard anything from The Dreamfinder. His own magics had shown that the man was not even in Main Street! An enormous danger to all of them but more so to Blair himself. As it was, even the Mirror Portal had begun to malfunction without it's builder to maintain it.

A quiet inquiry had been sent out through the Land, to be on the look out for The Dreamfinder. Any news was to be sent straight to Merlin or Hades...none had come. Which was why he now sat at his table, staring at his own small communication mirror.

There was evidence of the old walkway to Tiki Oasis having been used. No one had used it since the Oasis had become the Dark Jungles. Whatever survivors having been the last ones through ages ago. It was a rather long shot but, Merlin had nothing else to go on.

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[The video turns on to show a very grumpy looking Merlin.]

I am calling all Sorcerer's Apprentices that are currently with in the Magic Kingdoms. I am afraid I have rather worrisome news.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose.]

It seems that The Dreamfinder, has gone missing. I am assuming it has been of his own power but, as he is still a new Kingdom Spirit, and the last Kingdom Spirit, I am afraid he will find himself in great danger.

So I am asking for volunteers. I need to send you out into the Dark Jungles to find the Dreamfinder or else the last beat of imagination this place has will be snuffed out and everything we have been working towards will be destroyed.

[His voice grew far more grim.]

That includes your own worlds. If The Corrosion destroys Main Street, then there is nothing left between it and your worlds. And...once it leaves the Kingdoms- it can not be stopped. If you wish to volunteer please, let me know.

The fate of Imagination is in your hands, Apprentices. Do with that, what you will.

[end feed.]

Comments

[serpentinthegarden]

The very beginning, yup.

[ That was a fine question though, one he found himself having the strangest time answering until he came at it from a different angle. ]

I'm a demon.

[ A flex of black wing. ]

Anthony Crowley.

[az_shrimp_horny]

Hey, Tony. So, what, are you like a real demon? Not like a "we find that racist" demon?

[serpentinthegarden]

Oi, Crowley if you're going to shorten it to anything.

And yea, demon as racism? I've never heard that. It's what I am... its not like I can hide that here.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Tony....

[az_shrimp_horny]

[You're welcome]

[serpentinthegarden]

No.

[ Don't even think it Angel. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[oh. He's thinking. So much thinking]

It does have an interesting ring to it. [and he pitches his voice to something soft and silken. Almost as if beckoning someone through the misty moors] Tony...

[serpentinthegarden]

[ The beckoning bit was alright. He could get used to Aziraphale saying his name in such a soulful way but the rest... ]

One more time Angel and I'll practice my fire starting skills on your bed.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[oh, a challenge was it? He rolls his neck from side to side, folds his hands in front of him and smiles]

Whatever you say, Tony.

[serpentinthegarden]

Alright! You're bunking with me tonight or enjoying the couch cause your bed's not going to be there!

[ Hope the fire alarms don't terrify too many people. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

No! [but he laughs] I'm sorry, my dear; but your face!

[serpentinthegarden]

Too late! You should have thought of that before you said it!

[bigbadrose]

[You know, she was being really good about not saying it before, BUT NOW!!]

You just want him to set your bed on fire. While you're in it. And you with it.

And I mean with a different kind of magic.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he is not dignifying that with an answer]

[serpentinthegarden]

I'm lighting HIS bed on fire. ACTUAL fire... that burns things. Not... whatever you thinking.

[ Even though that would be the most delightful sin ever. Would it be a sin? Hm... ]

[bigbadrose]

You should call him Maria. You can re-enact Leonard Bernstein together.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Don't you dare!

[bigbadrose]

Maria, I just met an angel named Maria. And suddenly that name will never be the same for me....

[az_shrimp_horny]

Crowley? Eh,okay. Whatever floats your boat.

See, that's what I thought! But Michael made a stink about it. I mean come on! He was torturing us in the Bad Place, what the hell else could he be?

[serpentinthegarden]

Afterlife consultant.

You can put a showy title on anything.

[az_shrimp_horny]

Bullshit peddler is more like it. Besides, it's not a title, it's what he is like I'm a human and he's an almost immortal being wearing a human suit.

[serpentinthegarden]

Almost immortal? Do they do halves in your universe?

[az_shrimp_horny]

No but can you really be immortal if you can be killed?

[serpentinthegarden]

If he was issued a body that could be killed but his soul would live on. He would just be discorporated. It's a little like a death, it's inconvenient and there is paperwork to fill out.

[az_shrimp_horny]

Yeeeaaah that's not the same thing. I think he said something about a burning ladle and every atom being put on a different sun...