mayfield_rpg | event: portal seven

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event: portal seven | the void

The final portal doesn't seem to be a portal at all. It's a glitch hole.

Located on the lawn of the library is a hole much like the ones that have plagued every new location for the past week. As with them, it hurts your eyes to look at too long, but even if you should muscle past the pain and stare straight into it, you can make out nothing on the other side. Nothing, save for a shifting, twitching, swirling void.

Unlike the portals, which were vertically placed like doorways, the hole at the Library is strewn across the lawn: if you want to enter it, you're going to have to jump. Of course, there's no guarantee it will even lead anywhere. Touching the hole or sticking your arm in doesn't have any effect: you'll pull your arm out unharmed. As far as jumping in completely goes, those who jump in disappear from sight. As long as you're on the Mayfield side, there's no way to tell what lies beyond the hole.

There's only one way to find out.

[ooc: Feel free to roleplay up to the point your characters jump in, assuming they do. A single group subthread will be created in a few hours revealing what happens on the other side.]

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There might be something when we find that memento. I dunno. But there's no option to break into groups and look around this place.

Deviating from the set path would undoubtedly lead to ruin, anyway. [another pause and he tilts inward toward the group for a moment, trying to see to the front of the bubble and muttering something Czes might catch:]

For all we know, this entire thing could be a wild goose chase. [someone's feeling optimistic!]

Or a trap, and all they want is to kill us all? [Such an optimistic pair!]

[they will go far in life. he seems to consider the notion for a moment, glancing around at the group they're traveling with.]

...Well, if they're intent on eliminating those who would cause more trouble for the town by merit of power alone, that would make sense.

[He looks around, too, not that it helps a lot. He doesn't recognize most of the faces here.]

Have these people caused trouble for the town often?

Not all of them, but several are quite strong. [which is a category he naturally sorts himself into as well, though he says nothing of it directly.]

If this is an elaborate ploy to rid Mayfield of those with the power to stand against it when push comes to shove, it wouldn't be a shabby one.

That's true. All they have to do is make this bubble collapse, and who knows what'll happen?

[Which would suck a lot, because Czes had no interest in going down with this city or anybody here. What he wanted was a quick way back, out of the Rail Tracer's household and back to Manhattan with a Firo who knew him and Ennis and Maiza and Isaac and Miria....]

Who're some of the stronger ones?

The worst, surely. If the same thing that happened at the carnival glitch pockets happens here, it can safely be assumed that we would be erased in our entirety if the bubble collapses.

[which probably isn't reassuring at all, but he's of the opinion that sugar-coating things is useless most of the time and offensive all of the time. at the question, he glances around the bubble and begins to single individuals with brief gestures.]

The two over there with the blue and black hair are Ciel and Merem, and the one on skates that way is Slugger. [his nose wrinkles a little, but he begrudgingly points a little bit further ahead.] That one is Scratch. I don't know a fair number of the people here, but those are decent ones to keep in mind. There's also myself, of course. [SO ARROGANT... but his tone itself surprisingly lacks any arrogant note, since he believes it to be entirely true.]

You? [Czes does try to be polite, but that last part was not something he was expecting to hear from Charles -- wasn't this guy about the same age as he was (body wise, anyway)?]

But you're just a kid, Charles.

[he looks surprised for a second before realising that whoops, none of their previous conversations have really given him reason to mention exactly how far from a kid he is.]

This face does give off that impression, I suppose.

[He falls behind for a moment when, caught by surprise, he freezes on the spot. But he picks up his feet again immediately as not to get left behind, giving Charles an incredulous look.]

What do you mean by that?

[that almost causes him to pause as well. it'd be pretty terrible even by his standards if he managed to accidentally out someone from the bubble like that...]

There are plenty of people here who resemble humans but don't exactly fit the category, you know?

[He makes sure to catch up.]

Y-yeah, you're right.

So you're not really a kid?

Not at all. I'm not even human. [this said with all the airy nonchalance of someone talking about the weather. it's a welcome distraction from the buzz outside of the shield, at least.]

... I see. [Czes looks at Charles curiously, wondering for a second if he still counts as a human, himself.]

So what are you, then?

A Chiropteran. [and, since he's used to giving the Ultra Condensed Description by now, he follows that quickly with:]

The term vampire might be more familiar to you, but we only hold a slight resemblance.

I know what that word is. Bats belong to the order Chiroptera in Linnaeus' binomial nomenclature system. I read about it before.

[He smiles to himself. Well, he would've been foolish to think immortals were the only kind of irregular existence that could ever be.]

You're one of the few who have managed to make that connection. [the HOW SAD is left unspoken. he doesn't really feel like going into his terrible opinion on 80% of the populace in a situation like this.]

Not a lot of people would remember that off the top of their heads, I guess. How old are you, Charles?

Not many people have a reason or the patience to read through binomial nomenclature systems. [this is followed by a brief shrug, and he glances back over.]

A few years past one hundred, now. [Czes: officially older than a vampire!]

Mmm, and they don't have all the time on their hands either, huh.

[He takes a big step to walk next to Charles, looking at him.]

Wow, I definitely wouldn't know just by looking at you. [Like he's even one to talk.]

Do you have much free time? [which could be taken in one of two ways: do you lack things to do, or do you have an excess of time itself?

but the amusement is back quickly, even if it's slightly less than before.] So I've been told. It makes for an interesting conversation topic, if nothing else.

I do. I had a lot of time to myself, so.

Hmm. [He drops his voice a little.] Are you good at keeping secrets?

[well that's an unexpected question. he arches a brow but eventually nods.]

I can't say I've ever had much interest in gossip.

[Well, Charles didn't look the type for gossip anyway.]

You said you're about a hundred years old, right?

That's about half my age.

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