mayfield_rpg | First Thought(001): Accumulated Knowledge

[Action, 7139 Brooks]

[Jace is rather confused about the unfamiliar settings. He really had no recollection of this place, even though evidence clearly states he's been here before, even as far as living a life here. Was this Ravnica? It certainly didn't feel much like home to him. He doesn't even recall even Planeswalking here. This begs the question: who or what brought him here? Moreso, it feels like something is missing...]

[Action, around Mayfield | Open]
[Jace is looking around, exploring the town. The architecture was more and more foreign to him, even the technology was above that of Ravnica. He'll occasionally stop and stare at someone for awhile, trying to get a reading on them. Sadly, since the town has taken away his connection to Mana entirely, he's coming up with zero results. Not even zero, he just feels completely unable to, no matter how much he tries. Something is definitely up here. It doesn't take a mind reader to know that there isn't something right with the drones...]

What...

[Action | Park]

[ Ah, a body of water! The perfect thing to meditate by to see if he just needs a little rest. He'll find a nice bench overlooking the pond, and sit there, trying to clear his mind.]

[Phone]

I'm curious, this plane feels different than anywhere I've ever been before. What is it, and why do things feel... weird?

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[Chandra is venting some steam off in the park using her newly returned fire magic, or at least what little of it she has. She at least has the sense to be practicing throwing fire around near the pond, since anywhere else could potentially start a much bigger fire.]

[... and then she spots him. The fireball she's practicing with goes veering off into the lake with a splash and a hiss. She quickly readies another in each hand, in case he tries something.]

You?! What are you doing here?

[Oh. It's her. He sighs, and gets up from his spot...At least there was a familiar face. Not the one he would like to see, but at least it's familiar.]

My thoughts exactly.

[He tries getting a reading. oh god he tries. Still nothing. Dammit. And here she is fireballs at the ready.]

[ Once Jace leaves the bedroom, he'll find a brunette in the kitchen.

Quiestion is, just what is he doing? He's got lemon, oatmeal, and various of other things on the kitchen tables. He's not baking though. He's quite concentrated on it though. ]

[Oh it's the... boy? that's in the pictures on the wall. He needed answers, and was going to ask.]

You're the one in these images, correct?

[ Taki jumps. ]

Oh dear, you frightened me!

[ Then, he processes the question. ] I am most certainly not an image.

[Wow. This one is... special. Jace sighs and figures an apology is at least decent.]
Forgive me for startling you. It's not often one winds up in an unfamiliar place with no recollection at all of how they got there...

[He takes one of the family photos off the wall and hands it to him.]

You certainly look like you're the one in depicted in these.

Ah yes, I was quite surprised to find myself here a few months back as well.

[ He accepts the frame and looks at it. Oh, Ludwig's been replaced by this guy. ]

Excuse me, I misunderstood. Must have been the sudden appearance. That is indeed me. And by the looks of it, you are supposed to be my father.

"Supposed to?" What kind of lies are this place fabricating? I don't remember ever fathering a child.

They kidnap people and place them in families, that they then expect us to keep 'perfect' and idyllic. [ He goes back to pluck with the things on the table. ] Did you see a woman in the house? She, as well as the other child in the photos, are drones. They are like Mayfield's mindless slaves.

So this place has the potential to massively brainwish and enslave...

I almost want to say I know who could be behind it. It doesn't really surprise me, either.

Ah, I beg to differ. You see, not even the ones who has been here for years are sure as to who is really in charge. So I doubt you know who is behind it all.

[ He goes into the bathroom for a moment before returning to the kitchen and the conversation. He's holding a few hair clips in his hand. ]

Now, would you be so kind and let me take care of your skin and hair? I haven't been able to make a makeover on someone for ages.

They call it Mayfield, a self-contained world in which we are trapped within.

That's how Planes are, unless you're a Planeswalker.

Curious as to why you used the term "trapped..."

According to what I have been told, and experienced, the town loops in on itself, preventing people from going out of it. As well as there is no exit from this place.

That's peculiar. So I would not even be able to Planeswalk away from this place if I tried?

This town is completely in its own bubble. That's some powerful magic, to be able to trap us so seamlessly...

I'd imagine not. You could try, but I believe it will end in failure.

[He nodded.] Even the mages of Dalaran have not been able to make such a impenetrable bubble such as this.

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ohmy god so late to this i apologize i missed the tag.

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