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]

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!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

You had better not! Crowley!

[serpentinthegarden]

OH I had better not! What are you going to do to stop me?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he knows exactly what he's going to do! He's going to lie in it! So there! Burn it now!]

[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]

And then just said so he has to sleep in your bed.

I don't know who you think you're kidding, but.... [GESTURES.]

[serpentinthegarden]

He would have needed to sleep some where. I may be a monster but I'm not a monster.

[bigbadrose]

[Giggles!!!] Okay, you win, I might be beginning to think of the practical uses on someone else like this. Just a little. Don't tell.

[serpentinthegarden]

It's between you, me, and whomever is watching this.

[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....

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh! Don't mistake me, I love that musical. I saw it fifty-three times on two continents.

It is so sweet and sad but... well... the ending is hardly something I want to have happen...

[also he just knows what Crowley would do with Maria]

[bigbadrose]

Wow.

Well, you know it's based on Romeo and Juliet, so of course it's tragic. Shakespeare kind of had a thing for that. Because of the Greeks.

[serpentinthegarden]

Ghh... Shakespeare and his gloomy plays...

[bigbadrose]

RIGHT?! Like Hamlet and Macbeth; did he just have a contest with himself on which could be the worst?? Did he ever get out and enjoy the world?? Blimey.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh yes. That was the only gloomy play of his that actually was a hit right off. Everyone likes a tale of lovers torn asunder because of family politics.

[and it didn't hit close to home. Why do you ask?]