Crystalloid
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- Posted: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 01:44:56 +0000
- You stumble through the mirror--and suddenly, all is quiet and dark. In fact, it's almost like there is no colour to be seen at all, as if this monochrome scene is painted in a drab coat of gray. Here it seems like there is only black, white, and whatever shades that exist in between.
Where is here, exactly? It seems you've landed in some surreal city, for you've ended up in an eerily silent and narrow backstreet. But as you exit the dirty alleyway and step onto the sidewalk of a main road, you realize you're rather alone in this black and white world. You look around in confusion again, wondering if it's just the blackness of the night sky and the unusual fog playing tricks on you, or if the tall street lamp over at that street corner is just broken.
"You're a real slick sharper, aren't you?" a smooth voice coos out of nowhere. Bewildered, you turn to locate the source, and at last you spot some colour, as a pale woman with magnificent auburn hair approaches you from across the street with a sly smirk upon her pink lips. Her eyes are concealed behind dark shades and you briefly wonder why she would be wearing them at this time of night--or during the night at all.
You struggle to come up with a decent reply, but find yourself at a loss. Is it because of her mysterious allure? Is it because you still don't know what's going on? Regardless, she motions for you to follow her, and she guides you through another alleyway before ending up at an inconspicuous door. You can just barely make out the peephole that she now whispers through, but the door abruptly swings open as she seems to have uttered the correct password.
You enter into a large lounge, clouded both by smoke and casual banter as various people are seemingly just hanging around. The dim lighting of the low-hanging ceiling lamps makes it hard to see much, but you can spot a few small round tables and wooden chairs scattered around the room. A couple of worn out couches line the back wall, while there are a few doors on each of the side walls--those seem to lead to private offices.
The lovely lady beside you offers a mischievous grin and says, "We could use a few fresh faces around here, and you look like just the plug to snag us the intel we need. So, welcome to our headquarters, doll."
"Plug? Headquarters? What do you mean about intel?" you ask, a little baffled.
She laughs heartily and flashes another dazzling smile. "I'm saying that you're one of us, now. You're our newest spy, savvy?"