What do you want? Oh, I guess you're reading this to find out who I am? Well lemme tell ya right now, you're not gonna know shit until you actually talk to me. But for starters, I guess you should know my name--Jathora. But that's all I'll say.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
thegildedapple started following you.
“Flora, huh?”
…
Yeah, she had something about her. But at least she could fake sweet. Jathora remembered when she’d do that at a young age apart of the crew to guilt vendors into feeding them. Which she was never thanked for.
“Call me Jathora. By the way, where am I?”
“You’re in London, Miss.”
{How could she not know where she was? That’s a bit odd, and Flora shifts her stance just slightly, in case she turns out to be crazy.}
“Are you feeling well?”
“…A little woozy, but I think that was from getting here!” Jathora frowned. London? She hadn’t heard of this place before in her life. Oh well, what’s new is just another adventure waiting! Plus, she could make sure this place was untouched with any wrongdoing from her place or origin.
…
(Casually strolling down through the back lanes, Roxy pauses. She’d been warned time and time again, don’t go off on your own.
But Elkie was off being all gross and lovey dovey with Kito, so she figured she might as well.
Eh no matter, she was fine wasn’t she? And she was the leader, so she shouldn’t need to take any order from no one. Not even Spring.
Smelling the familiar burning scent of a portal, she glances round to see, much to her surprise a figure standing in the road.
If she wasn’t dangerous, fair enough, if she was…
She’d show that Spring that she could take down one on her own.)
“…”
The trees. They were so short…like ones closer in to the cities and villages. But alas, none lay before her or anywhere around the plot of land. The taller ones had been where the witchdoctor had opened the portal for them, for a not so hefty price—which lead Jathora to mull over whether it was them being separated or the portal being of low quality having flung the trio apart:
“O-oh dear, oh my…are you sure this is safe?” The timid little dark-haired medic clung to her own bag as she gazed at the swirling pit, looking to her friends in deep worry. Jathora grinned in determination.
“Quit worrying! We won’t get hurt or in any trouble if we act safe about this and the authorities don’t find out about it.”
The native (or otherwise the muscle of the group) pat the medic’s shoulder and spoke softly, as if reassuring a young one.
“If we weren’t this low on funds we’d probably use the public one, Elloise, but this is the only way we can get to the next country without losing time. It’s not something we have much of with Jathora’s sister about…”
“Oh…I suppose you’re right…”
“So let’s go. Take someone’s hand and let’s all go in on three, okay?”
The vortex sparked.
“One, two…”
”..,three!”
What was that?
Jathora was torn from her memory as she heard—no, felt—someone nearby. She couldn’t tell who, or what, but she didn’t like already that she didn’t know where they were. Did she have any energy left from that trip? The sorceress could only hope so as she went further on, but with slowed and careful steps.
“Hello? Is anyone out there? I don’t want any trouble…” Well, that would depend if whoever was out there was out to hurt her. But in all truth, the last she’d want was to run into a terrible beast. Alone.
(Ah, that’s the smell of magic right there, though it was foreign. Clicking the small V badge Spring had given her, the girls clothes become that of a slightly worn and not terribly well made superhero outfit. It was a little big on her skinny frame and the crimson ribbons making up her coat tails were a little worn.
It was the best she could do, and Roxy was detirmed to look the role.)
“You don’t want any trouble? Good, then just head riiiiight back the way you came kid.”
(The height difference should be slightly laughable.)
…
Oh, it was just a kid. Jathora instantly went from blank-faced to a bright smile, which formed effortlessly into a laugh as she pat the other on the head.
“Ahah! That’s cute, really cute! But if you’re not gonna tell me which way’s what or where I am, I’m gonna have to go on ahead anyway. You know, for…location-type things. So so long, I guess!” She started to walk by with a half smile, assuring herself as sure as she’d follow the path she’d get to a town, or somewhere.
(Source: jathora)
the-time-traveling-englishman started following you.
the-time-traveling-englishman:
Her blue-violet eyes flicker from his hand back up to him, not looking so satisfied. “Yeah, that’s great. Why were you following me? Or whatever it was you were doing.”
Awkwardly he takes back his hand. “I don’t meant to be nosey, but you seemed to be lost?”
“Oh. Yeah, I…guess I am sorta lost.” Talk about odd, why would he tag after her all that way to try and help her? It was weird—at least to Jath, anyway.
r-o-o-k started following you.
“Oh.”
Jathora didn’t like the feeling she got from this one. But at the same time…she was drawn to him. He held that same chill she did, and not as in mellow. And certianly not in magic terms, but he didn’t have to know that in the first place. The conversation went on as the waves in storm weather went: choppy.
“So. Is there a name to go with that…half face of yours (I guess)?”
He had always felt strange meeting new people but, he was positive this one beat all of them. He didn’t enjoy small talk or conversation, not unless he had something to say. Maybe his mood was a bit softer today, so he humored the question. Maybe she had something she could help him with at least. If not he’d ignore her like almost everyone else. Her looks were a bit odd to say the least, and violet eyes weren’t a common sight…. they didn’t look like contacts either.
“….You may call me Rook if you need to address me. Your appearance is a bit strange, where are you from?”
Jathora laughed at his statement. She might look weird, but he was one to talk, too.
“Not here, that’s for sure. Well, this world anyhow. Maybe even dimension. Ah, I’m still not sure. Point is I’m in one piece. Where is here, anyway? Is here where you’re form?”
the-time-traveling-englishman started following you.
the-time-traveling-englishman:
What the…? Was someone…following her? Jathora tried to shake it off, tell herself it was a trick. But then she heard the strange gravel she herself strolled on crunch behind her, and she stopped before turning maybe a bit too suddenly.
“Uh….do I know you?”
“Hm?” He is almost surprised by her sudden change in direction. “Ah, no, I’m afraid you don’t. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Paradox.” He said, holding out his hand for a handshake.
Her blue-violet eyes flicker from his hand back up to him, not looking so satisfied. “Yeah, that’s great. Why were you following me? Or whatever it was you were doing.”
thegildedapple started following you.
Strange. Wherever she was, it must have adapted from her own world, because she could read signs on high poles and recognized some building structures…otherwise, some things were technologically backwards to her. This must be a more underdeveloped part…
A pair of eyes were on her. Jathora could feel them, and she turned quickly on the defensive to find—
A kid. Good, she thought she might have run into trouble. But then again…she didn’t like the energy she felt from this girl all at the same time. She crossed her arms and managed a greeting…sort of.
“Hello? Can I help you?”
“Hello miss!”
{She seemed so confused… that was why Flora had stopped to look at her, but now she dropped into a curtsy, every bit a perfect English Lady. Even with the defensive, angry sort of aura the woman seemed to project.}
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Flora Reinhold.”
“What’s yours?”
“Flora, huh?”
…
Yeah, she had something about her. But at least she could fake sweet. Jathora remembered when she’d do that at a young age apart of the crew to guilt vendors into feeding them. Which she was never thanked for.
“Call me Jathora. By the way, where am I?”
r-o-o-k started following you.
This time Jathora had seen the other first. It wasn’t hard for her to catch eye of him, since he had that half mask on. She was reminded of the tribesmen a little west of the Hollwe Valleys in her universe, where the seasons spontaneously changed out of order and the dead walked the earth. But he was nothing like them. Otherwise, he would have been marked from head to toe with telltale markings.
Now that she had been looking at him, she blinked and made herself look away. She had no idea how to introduce herself, or say hi, and so she went with the one she was most used to:
“So, uh…did the other part fall off or…?”
“…It was made this way.”
He kept his distance from her, no the mask didn’t hide his face all that well but it did give him an eerie presence.
He said nothing else, not really sure how to deal with this new person.
“Oh.”
Jathora didn’t like the feeling she got from this one. But at the same time…she was drawn to him. He held that same chill she did, and not as in mellow. And certianly not in magic terms, but he didn’t have to know that in the first place. The conversation went on as the waves in storm weather went: choppy.
“So. Is there a name to go with that…half face of yours (I guess)?”
…
“Where am I?”
….
!
“Elloise? Moonstone?? Where are you guys?!”
No. No no no. No nonononono NO! This couldn’t be happening! She thought she had told them all to hold hands before they jumped through…right? They had held hands, right?? Then where were they?
Better yet, where was she? She looked about frantically before giving up. Loudly.
“Ah, dammit!” The sorceress kicked a rock in her upset before she groaned in horror, looking up to the area she was in she had never seen before in her entire life. In fact, this hadn’t even been where she wanted to go! Well…nothing I can do about it now. It uneased her not to have her friends by her side in this strange place, but she toughened up and swallowed back any more swelling emotions ready to burst from her as she trekked along aimlessly into the unknown span of the new world around her.
Well…it could be worse, right?
(Casually strolling down through the back lanes, Roxy pauses. She’d been warned time and time again, don’t go off on your own.
But Elkie was off being all gross and lovey dovey with Kito, so she figured she might as well.
Eh no matter, she was fine wasn’t she? And she was the leader, so she shouldn’t need to take any order from no one. Not even Spring.
Smelling the familiar burning scent of a portal, she glances round to see, much to her surprise a figure standing in the road.
If she wasn’t dangerous, fair enough, if she was…
She’d show that Spring that she could take down one on her own.)
“…”
The trees. They were so short…like ones closer in to the cities and villages. But alas, none lay before her or anywhere around the plot of land. The taller ones had been where the witchdoctor had opened the portal for them, for a not so hefty price—which lead Jathora to mull over whether it was them being separated or the portal being of low quality having flung the trio apart:
“O-oh dear, oh my…are you sure this is safe?” The timid little dark-haired medic clung to her own bag as she gazed at the swirling pit, looking to her friends in deep worry. Jathora grinned in determination.
“Quit worrying! We won’t get hurt or in any trouble if we act safe about this and the authorities don’t find out about it.”
The native (or otherwise the muscle of the group) pat the medic’s shoulder and spoke softly, as if reassuring a young one.
“If we weren’t this low on funds we’d probably use the public one, Elloise, but this is the only way we can get to the next country without losing time. It’s not something we have much of with Jathora’s sister about…”
“Oh…I suppose you’re right…”
“So let’s go. Take someone’s hand and let’s all go in on three, okay?”
The vortex sparked.
“One, two…”
”..,three!”
What was that?
Jathora was torn from her memory as she heard—no, felt—someone nearby. She couldn’t tell who, or what, but she didn’t like already that she didn’t know where they were. Did she have any energy left from that trip? The sorceress could only hope so as she went further on, but with slowed and careful steps.
“Hello? Is anyone out there? I don’t want any trouble…” Well, that would depend if whoever was out there was out to hurt her. But in all truth, the last she’d want was to run into a terrible beast. Alone.
