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neutral_omensDate: October 31st, 1999
Time: 4:00 pm
Setting: The grounds
Status: Private, complete.
A wandering gypsy gets everywhere, they say. And this wasn't just some ordinary traveller - oh no. For all that he looked like Ivanushka Durachok with his ponytail and the bundle of cloth on a stick over his shoulder, this tall red-haired man was one of the Endless - albeit one not currently living in his official capacity.
Destruction had avoided this place for a while. He'd avoided most concentrations of supernatural beings, really, just in case his family turned up. But then, that didn't seem as important as it had three hundred years ago. And Tadfield was so... interesting. There must be a lot of trouble one can get up to in a place this magically charged...
Lets see... he thought, approaching the Manor. Yes, none of his family were here - but they were certainly well represented. There was a... shall we say, colleague... of his eldest sister's, here, and, oh yes, his youngest sister had a foothold full of feathers, too. And some people that may have belonged to his brother, once, but seemed to have evolved beyond that. Presumably a dream-shoal cut loose into one of the more stable universes. His sister-brother had, of course, several interests in the place, but s/he preferred to actually materialise in its more blatant spheres of influence, and besides - he wouldn't be able to do much harm, here. There seemed to be an aura preventing that. At one time it would have kept him away, too, but now he was just an innocent travelling artist - what would he want to harm?
Destruction smiled, shifted the stick on his shoulder to a more comfortable position, and entered.
Time: 4:00 pm
Setting: The grounds
Status: Private, complete.
A wandering gypsy gets everywhere, they say. And this wasn't just some ordinary traveller - oh no. For all that he looked like Ivanushka Durachok with his ponytail and the bundle of cloth on a stick over his shoulder, this tall red-haired man was one of the Endless - albeit one not currently living in his official capacity.
Destruction had avoided this place for a while. He'd avoided most concentrations of supernatural beings, really, just in case his family turned up. But then, that didn't seem as important as it had three hundred years ago. And Tadfield was so... interesting. There must be a lot of trouble one can get up to in a place this magically charged...
Lets see... he thought, approaching the Manor. Yes, none of his family were here - but they were certainly well represented. There was a... shall we say, colleague... of his eldest sister's, here, and, oh yes, his youngest sister had a foothold full of feathers, too. And some people that may have belonged to his brother, once, but seemed to have evolved beyond that. Presumably a dream-shoal cut loose into one of the more stable universes. His sister-brother had, of course, several interests in the place, but s/he preferred to actually materialise in its more blatant spheres of influence, and besides - he wouldn't be able to do much harm, here. There seemed to be an aura preventing that. At one time it would have kept him away, too, but now he was just an innocent travelling artist - what would he want to harm?
Destruction smiled, shifted the stick on his shoulder to a more comfortable position, and entered.
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