[If you're happening across the Keep grounds at this particular time, you might have caught a glimpse of a woman scaling the wall. She's certainly an unfamiliar face in either event
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I don't know where exactly we are, but the place is called Holloway's Keep. I do know that it's the kind of place that'll kill you if you try to leave, so you might want to be careful.
[Tumnus the faun has rather the penchant for keeping himself active while living here at the Keep. The fact that this is doubling as him looking for Odette is a small matter that he is not broadcasting just yet. Not like it's bothering him, or anything... nope...
His thoughts are turned rather inward, his hooves clipping lightly across the snow covered walls over the Keep wall-walk. As a dark haired woman suddenly appears, having scaled the wall rather than taken the stairs (wtf, Lara??), the faun pauses and watches her for several moments.
Then he coughs softly into his fist, ears flicking forward.]
Ahh... I'm t-terribly sorry, miss, b-but this is certainly not Avalon...
[Certainly not, Tumnus. Lara has just arrived from the Arctic, so she is dressed quite warmly. But your concern is appreciated. She notes him and once she realizes he is not a threat, decides against going on the offense.]
[Well, thank heavens for that! Heaven knows, you don't need to be tromping around in booty shorts and a tank top in this weather.
So says the nearly naked faun.
He studies the unfamiliar woman curiously, clipping forward, but not moving into her personal space. It's just easier than shouting across the wall-walk, you see.]
A-avalon? Well, I h-have read of it, to b-be certain. This place, h-however, is known as Holloway's Keep...
[He gestures with one hand to indicate the area at large.]
[Are they thinking about the same Avalon? She watches him as he moves closer. He's a faun, and her natural reaction to mythological beings will be to shoot first and ask questions later. If there's anything left.
But Tumnus has spared himself this knee-jerk reaction, by simply being nice.]
[A fairly tall man from below halts all action to lift his uninjured arm above the base of his brow -- a move to validate what, in fact, he was witnessing. A woman scaling a wall? What in the bloody dragon's pit? Albel's eyes narrow in concentration, a scowl upon his lips. Was everyone in this place daft?]
[Lara has long since put away her camera and is simply taking in the view. It was wishful thinking, but she was hoping to catch sight of a landmark, anything to give her some kind of idea as to where she was.
The voice breaks her concentration and she frowns as she turns to look at the owner. That's classified info, brosis.]
[Classified info means as much to Albel as extended philosophy means to a child. A taunting scoff emits from Albel's mouth as he settles his weight on a hip, giving the woman a quick once over. If she was a spy of sorts, then he'd certainly had enough of those types.]
If you plan on situating yourself up there like some mindless bird, then I'll be more than happy to let you know that it's completely useless. You're not to find any escape within reasonable sight on this turf, woman. I've already tried.
[Translation: If Albel can't do it, then no one can. At the very least, that's want he'd like to think.]
[In the few minutes she's been standing here talking to Albel, her opinion of him has changed rather dramatically. Neutrality is easily giving away to annoyance.]
And if I do? I don't see how it affects you. Or is it your habit to be nosy?
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Sorry to break it to ya sweetheart, but this isn't where you think it is.
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Lara. If I'm not in Avalon, would you be so kind as to tell me where I've ended up?
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I don't know where exactly we are, but the place is called Holloway's Keep. I do know that it's the kind of place that'll kill you if you try to leave, so you might want to be careful.
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Holloway's Keep.
[Definitely not on any map she's ever seen.]
It's good to know whatever has brought us here intends we never leave.
[Natla....? Did she do this? Does she even have the power to do this?]
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So you've been to Avalon then?
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His thoughts are turned rather inward, his hooves clipping lightly across the snow covered walls over the Keep wall-walk. As a dark haired woman suddenly appears, having scaled the wall rather than taken the stairs (wtf, Lara??), the faun pauses and watches her for several moments.
Then he coughs softly into his fist, ears flicking forward.]
Ahh... I'm t-terribly sorry, miss, b-but this is certainly not Avalon...
[And WTF are you wearing???? Aren't you cold???]
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Are you familiar with the location?
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So says the nearly naked faun.
He studies the unfamiliar woman curiously, clipping forward, but not moving into her personal space. It's just easier than shouting across the wall-walk, you see.]
A-avalon? Well, I h-have read of it, to b-be certain. This place, h-however, is known as Holloway's Keep...
[He gestures with one hand to indicate the area at large.]
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[Are they thinking about the same Avalon? She watches him as he moves closer. He's a faun, and her natural reaction to mythological beings will be to shoot first and ask questions later. If there's anything left.
But Tumnus has spared himself this knee-jerk reaction, by simply being nice.]
Holloway's Keep. [Explains the castle.] Damnit.
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Just what do you presume you're doing up there?
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The voice breaks her concentration and she frowns as she turns to look at the owner. That's classified info, brosis.]
It's hardly any of your concern.
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If you plan on situating yourself up there like some mindless bird, then I'll be more than happy to let you know that it's completely useless. You're not to find any escape within reasonable sight on this turf, woman. I've already tried.
[Translation: If Albel can't do it, then no one can. At the very least, that's want he'd like to think.]
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And if I do? I don't see how it affects you. Or is it your habit to be nosy?
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