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cityofcoba2015-07-24 06:15 pm
laceandcarnage) wrote in cityofcoba2015-07-24 06:15 pm
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Who: Istas and you!
When: Day 9, midday
Where: On a random city street
What: Istas arrives, and everything is now ridiculously cold.
Istas had just stepped out of the store when it happened, brand new midnight blue petticoat in hand. She'd expected to emerge to blaring horns, towering skyscrapers, and countless busy humans rushing down the sidewalk.
Instead she emerged to a small town, surrounded by snow and land where trees could not grow. The buildings were familiar - in fact, if she wasn't mistaken, they were exactly the same as those in Kugluktuk, which had seemed so large when she was young. But the smells here that were not the scents of Kugluktuk, and the people were not the people of Kugluktuk. The place before her was not as it appeared.
It was also not New York. Istas stood frozen in confusion and bewilderment. How could she be here, in Not-Kugluktuk? She had not arrived here by plane, or run across the frozen tundras. She had only walked through a door.
Istas did not understand. And she did not like it. She spun around, wishing to flee back into the store that she had left, but it was gone. Instead there was just a house, without even any parasols for sale in the window. With an angry growl, she clawed at the door with fingernails that had grown larger and sharper, leaving deep gouges in the wood.
[[ooc: Istas wears Gothic Lolita clothing and this is her current outfit<]]
When: Day 9, midday
Where: On a random city street
What: Istas arrives, and everything is now ridiculously cold.
Istas had just stepped out of the store when it happened, brand new midnight blue petticoat in hand. She'd expected to emerge to blaring horns, towering skyscrapers, and countless busy humans rushing down the sidewalk.
Instead she emerged to a small town, surrounded by snow and land where trees could not grow. The buildings were familiar - in fact, if she wasn't mistaken, they were exactly the same as those in Kugluktuk, which had seemed so large when she was young. But the smells here that were not the scents of Kugluktuk, and the people were not the people of Kugluktuk. The place before her was not as it appeared.
It was also not New York. Istas stood frozen in confusion and bewilderment. How could she be here, in Not-Kugluktuk? She had not arrived here by plane, or run across the frozen tundras. She had only walked through a door.
Istas did not understand. And she did not like it. She spun around, wishing to flee back into the store that she had left, but it was gone. Instead there was just a house, without even any parasols for sale in the window. With an angry growl, she clawed at the door with fingernails that had grown larger and sharper, leaving deep gouges in the wood.
[[ooc: Istas wears Gothic Lolita clothing and this is her current outfit<]]
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Patchouli had no way of making that threat seem credible, though, other than just vaporizing them -- in which case, why bother with trying to threaten them?
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Well, again, 'from what [she's] seen.'
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That seemed to be all Istas was inclined to say. She wasn't exactly the most talkative person. Action was more her thing, which was why she resumed tearing doors from their hinges.
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The witch follows after Istas, just to make sure she didn't do anything to anything that seemed... irreplaceable. Also she was strangely interested in this new section of the city.
(Also, she thought that there was only one way to stop Istas -- nuking the crap out of her -- and she thought that that would probably be a worse idea for her than just letting her yank doors off of houses that may not be there tomorrow.)