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]

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!]

[serpentinthegarden]

RRRrrr!

[ Well played, Angel... well played. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[smug little wave]

Nice try.... Tony. [he will stop. He really will! But he couldn't resist getting one last one in]

[serpentinthegarden]

Alright... that's it.

[ With a snap of his fingers his own bed bursts into flame. ]

Move over angel.

[ Cause if you don't move quickly enough he is going to land on you instead of beside you. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he makes a sound somewhat like a duck and does move only to put it out! Only he can't think of how! And then he knows in a burst of inspiration]

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! [and as he says it he throws out his hands and flaps his wings in the same movement. A wind whips through the room, turbid as a hurricane, putting out the fire by mostly smashing the bed spread against the wall. Anything not heavy on the floor goes flying around the room, smacking into walls and crashing into doors. A book goes sailing right out of the window in a tinkling of shattered glass.

Also he might have forgotten how to stop]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ The quack was cute but he hadn't much time to enjoy frustrating the angel before the room burst into a wind storm. ]

What did you do?!

[ It was impressive but he just had to duck a rug! ]

Wish it away!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

What? [he blinks]

Something seems very wrong here. [This wasn't right? Was it?]

[serpentinthegarden]

It's too strong... think of, think of, a gentle spring breeze lightly blowing through the trees.

[ Shouted right before an airborne newspaper smacked him square in the face. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh... alright... [he thinks accordingly, then raises a hand and murmurs:]

Moreover, through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul;
And shaping visions all about my sight
Of colours, wings, and bursts of spangly light.

[the wind quiets gradually until it is just a small breeze, swirling here and there, odd little lights wink in the room like fireflies or tiny jewels catching the sun]

Did I do that? [he regards his hand, astonished]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley clawed the newspaper away from his eyes staring at the angel once he was able to. ]

Must have been, it wasn't me. I didn't know you were a poet?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

No it's er... from Endymion. By Keats... [he peers at the man, folding his hands absently in front of himself, fingers fidgeting. He can't look at him for too long though, at least not continuously] I'm sorry, do I know you? You're lovely.

[serpentinthegarden]

Lovely?

[ An eyebrow shot up well above the rim of his shades. ]

Aziraphale I'm sitting on your bed, we've known each other for centuries... Are you alright?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh... well! [he flushes a bit] I don't know... I should know you then shouldn't I but... [he looks at his hands again]

I do hope you don't mean know in the biblical sense because I am...not even sure who I am at the moment... Terribly sorry.

[he is assuming Aziraphale means him, but that answers nothing]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Crowley recoiled. ]

Sorta in the biblical sense... not the Biblical biblical sense, but our story is in the book now and then. Eden? The apple? Any of this ringing a bell?

[ Uh no... what did his temper tantrum cause? ]

You really don't know who you are?? This isn't payback for the whole fire thing?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Our story? How nice. [he knows the story of Eden of course. And for some reason feels a bit put off by it]

Fire thing, dear? I'm sorry, did I burn something?

[serpentinthegarden]

Aziraphale...

[ The name was almost a whisper tinged with guilt. ]

You're really not kidding are you?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh, no... Don't speak in that tone. [it was so horribly sad. he didn't like it. He crossed the short distance and cradled the man's angular face in both hands, stroking his cheeks lightly with his thumbs.]

Come on, cheer up! Pip pip! Of course I am completely kidding. I remember everything about us. Like... that er... one time we ... did something magnificent together. See?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Good job, that was totally convincing. That one time we did something... ]

It's all my fault... Aziraphale...

[ His lower lip threatened to wibble. The fire was meant as a threat, just a fun little demonic prank, not this. Not something that would wipe away all their history. Everything that was important to him. ]

I'm so sorry...

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Shh. It's alright. There's nothing to be sorry for. [he didn't like that lip tremble, faint though it was. There was nothing he could say to reassure this poor, lovely man. But he wasn't someone who needed words. Leaning down he kissed those minutely trembling lips very gently.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ He was sinking or... floating one of the two. He felt absolutely weightless when those soft lips touched his. Dazzled by the sudden tender action he did indeed 'shh', worst still he responded by kissing back. A gentle interplay of lips expressing those feelings he had only been able to hint at before. ]