tvk | Staring at the Waves

[Not too far from the hotel stands a woman in rich orange and and blue robes, staring at the rolling grey waves in the distance. It's a good thing the safety rail is there, and that she's clutching it so tightly, otherwise she'd have already toppled herself clear over it and onto jagged rocks. She's leaning forward. She's shaking slightly, possibly from the cold.]

It's quiet.

It's... so quiet.

[This place is too unfamiliar to immediately comprehend. Her head throbs from the sudden lack of what was once there and is now gone. Having to ask "why" and "where" and "how" will come later, more slowly. Waves, she knows. The sea, she understands. She can watch the waves, and think.

Approach?]

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[The video feed flickers on, catching the blue-haired woman in the middle of figuring out the new device. She seems to be in a hotel room.] ...ah, and by pressing this, I... [Her expression shifts from curious to deeply pleased. She sits back in her seat, holding herself in a regal fashion.]

I have been informed that this device will allow me to communicate with the others who do not belong in this city. Am I correct? If so, good. Let us... communicate. I have many questions.

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How obliging of you.

To begin, is there a reason for this? An explanation for this... disruption? Someone to, perhaps, blame for this predicament?

I am afraid the cause of our predicament has yet to be found.

Oh. This is a mystery, then.

[She does not look the least bit amused by this news.]

Very well. A mystery can be solved, given time and effort. Would you have an explanation for why I have been given food and lodgings, as though I were expected? Or do you know no more than the servants?

Well, since men and women have been arriving in this manner for months on end, I would say that you were indeed expected, or someone in your place was.

Months. Well, that answers another question...

[She sighs and settles back into her seat dramatically.]

Whoever or whatever is responsible for this must be fantastically powerful. [She lifts her hand and moves it in a small, lazy circle, staring at it as though something ought to be happening.] Am I alone, in having been... deprived of some things?

You have lost your powers, then? We all have.

[Her eyebrows arch, hearing that. Oh, so she wasn't alone. So this wasn't a symptom of her separation from...

She laughs.]

I feel better, knowing that I'm not the only one lacking in potency.

I find myself lacking in my own magic as well. It is a shame, but circumstances have led me not to miss it as much as I might otherwise have.

Oh?

[Her curiosity is definitely piqued.]

What circumstances would those be?

The enemies that arrive here are constrained to one hour after midnight, and during that time 'I' hardly ever used my magic anyway.

[This is... unusual. She hasn't been here long enough to experience the Dark Hour. So she's not sure she fully understands.]

Foes roam around in the dark hours of the evening? Interesting. And you're not the sort to... set out and combat them, are you?

I have special circumstances too complicated to mention in an introduction. Suffice it to say that I don't personally deal with them, but others do.

Not everyone was meant for combat. Some talents lie elsewhere.

[She gives a light shrug.]

Your name. I would have your name, if you would provide it.

Eater. I'm called Eater the Minstrel, at home.

Eater. [There's a pause, as though she's judging the name. And it apparently passes muster.] Thank you for your assistance, Eater.

Think nothing of it.

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