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Loa didn't really awaken when the world started to turn, not until the physical plane she was on dropped out from under her. The little ghostling's eyes opened wide as her body felt lurched in every direction at once. Laying on her back for a long moment she sucked in breath, flipping over as the feeling of being sick over took her. There wasn't anything for her to actually throw up as she wasn't among the living but she stayed huddled on the ground a moment before slowly she uncurled from the fetal position she had taken. Looking over the area Loa shifted her gaze slightly to watch the landscape.

At first it appeared as if her vision was blurry but as she adjusted to the plane it wasn't that the world was blurry but rather that it was covered in shadow. Not normal shadows but ones that seemed to live, thin tendrils of darkness came up from the ground and off of things in the distance. She couldn't make out what they were but Loa was guessing that whatever they were they were what was used as landscape for this place. Out of the corner of her vision she could almost make out the material world...the one she knew, close but out of reach.

Growling slightly in annoyance Loa looked around tapping her fingers over one of the skulls on her belt. She was guessing this was some sort of shadow prison or something but how she got here was a mystery; suspicion immediately fell to the old woman from the estate. Deciding she'd deal with whoever it was, she decided first she needed to find a way out. With a sigh she started walking through the seemingly endless space, looking for some clue or perhaps another that could tell her something of her situation.

The change in the world altered everything, and that caused her to awake from her long slumber, she looked calmed and quiet, she had rested for so long, more than anyone can tell. She belonged to an ancient race, probably vanished by now... She looked around with her big red eyes only to see darkness, a darkness that wasn't there when she fell asleep... she heard some murmurs in the distance, but her half-souls started to murmur at her, some in fear, some in happiness, some in dull tone... and then she spoke softly to herself in a bored tone with a voice that sounded like a choir: "Great... in a space where there's no room... in an structure that was never built... stands the one that should'n exist..." And finally, a enigmatic smile appeared on her face.

((Valkon is the only one of mine involved. I have a kitsuling and another in process that will not be in this. He's in my sig.))

"Nope. I don't know. But it really ticks me off." he growled in irritation. "I had things to do. Tricks to play and some old man to help plant seeds. If I felt like it." He sulked miserably for a long moment, then said, "I'm Valkon. I say we figure out a way out and the blast the idiot who did this to us. Should have at least warned us that they were moving the entire world. Or moving us. Bah! Either way it sucks."

He turned to watch her, but then sighed and followed her. If nothing else, it was company until they got out of here. "I'm guessing you aren't in charge, so who is? Maybe if we figure that out we can get their help to get out of here. I don't imagine they are too happy about this topsy turvy stuffs anymore than we are."

((Oh OK, so we'll continue here???, at least just to know each other on our side, and because the main shop is full of light-sided ghostlings))

The Phantom noticed some noise that came from somewhere, she tried to focus her mind to discover from where it came, but it was useless, her mind was itself full with voices and screams of her half-souls, a noice that only she could hear deep in her mind.
But then, she heard a growl coming from somewhere deep into the big darkness and she walked towards the sound trying to find at least someone who could explain to her what was happening. "who the heck put us here?" she spoke to herself "we shouldn't be here.. then she rolled her eyes and continued with the smile showing again on her face But maybe we can do something....

((Yeah, we really can't do much else, but they can try to figure out what is going on even though they won't know until later.))


"Not hard to trap someone who is sleeping." Valkon mumbled angrily. He was upset that this had been done. His entire day had been interrupted and he was surely not going to thank whomever did this for it. He had a right to be irritated by the actions of someone he did not know. And he was not quite sure he could trust this person in front of him either. He did not no know her. The circumstances were the only reason he was even following her. If anything was going to happen to get them out this place, it was going to be all of them together.

"What old woman? I was supposed to help some old man today and... well nevermind abou.." he stopped as the other ghostling appeared. Watching for an instant, he decided that the crimson patterning was rather nice. Glancing down at himself, he wondered briefly what he would look like. His lantern was a bright violet and he liked the color, but parts of him were dark too. Maybe he'd be just as interesting when he grew more. He could hope.

"Hard telling. You were the first I saw, but then I just woke up too. Maybe some are still asleep yet." He shrugged slightly as he moved up beside her. Some creepy crawlie had done this to them and he wanted to know who. And more importantly, why. He'd not really been good or bad so he doubted it was that. But if noone had done it, then what had caused it? And how could he use it? A faint grin smirked across his features. He'd have to keep his eyes open.

Loa paused a moment listening to the voices, letting the meaning of what the legion said settled after a moment. "Hrm, your lost here too then. Or banished," she glanced over at the landscape it defininitly seemed more like a place you would banish someone too. "Not sure where here is, I was sleeping and got pulled in...or something."

Svorak, she ran the name over in her mind for memory and then glanced to Volkan. She hadn't told the wispling what to call her yet, well might as well tell them both at the same time. "And I'm called Loa, this is Volkan," she gestured beside her as she spoke a small part of her mind pleased that the wisp would likely be annoyed that she took the liberty.


"Maybe being here has to do with where we were before..." Loa paused, she realized she didn't really know what to call the forest where she stayed, "where were you two? I live in a forest not far from an estate some living have."

Lestat blinked once. Then twice. What was this beyond strange feeling? Just when he'd come to terms with both being dead, which he STILL thought was highly unlikely for a vampire of his caliber, the universe had changed again. He'd never been one to beleive in powers from above, but he assumed if there were any they were either testing him once more to see what the 'Brat Prince' would do again to find his way out of this one, or they were punishing him for something. David had warned him of something similar to this, this 'Karma' concept. Personally, he thought it was just another part of his Savage Garden.

Either way, he'd been walking along....or was it floating now.....and the new world he'd found himself in had changed. It had felt very much like being squeezed through a very small, very uncomfortable lead pipe with no air in it until you came out the other side. Not that he needed air. This was technically his third time living. Or second time dying, or so he'd been so graciously informed. Ah, if only he had Louis or David at a time like this to make him calm down and rationalize things. Of course, he was still a little too vain and impulsive to CARE if he was reckless, but their company would've helped some. Anyone's company really, would help. This place was so strange, and the little whisp that had once been the great Vampire Lestat de Lioncourt wasn't very happy about it. Change wasn't a bad thing, in any case, but so many changes to his reality at once were a little disturbing. More than a little, but he didn't want to admit to fear in the faces of those he didn't love. Those who were not vampire like himself. Was he still a vampire? These were all still the questions that he carried on from his past life. Maybe they were just a result of talking too much theology with his dear Nikki back in Paris....but that was so long ago, how could any of that apply here? That talk was of God and devils, and Good and Righteousness. We mustn't forget the art either. Never should the art and beauty of the times be cast asunder by time and forgotten.

He looked down at his little....was it a lamp? He still wasn't so sure. It LOOKED like a little orb of light, like the first street lamps that had fascinated Luis and Claudia so. But no, this was different. His answers hadn't been given to him quite yet, but he supposed in time they would be. He'd either find them himself, or someone would give them to him for a price. Looking around, he finally spotted a small group of other things like him. Whatever he was now. Ah well, might as well see if they were friendly or not, or at the very least knew anything about their situation. If not, well, he could always go exploring. Diving headfirst into any problem with that burning desire to see what happened in the end, just for the sake of seeing it. Floating over to them, he hovered and looked between them all.

"I don't suppose any of you know why we're here then? I barely got here and I was whisked away from one new reality to another.....should we be doing something important, or is this another one of those theological tasks that you hear about from scripture that smites and tests the wicked?" he questioned nonchalantly, as per usual for him. Much like the others, who seemed to be waking up, he somehow sensed this was much too early for his usual nocturnal schedule.

Even as this new creature, he kept to his vampiric schedule. Minus the hunting and all the grand adventures he seemed to have normally, though he was suspecting this would be his first grand adventure here in this new life. He still wished he had the mentoring advice of Marius or David with him though, or perhaps the companionship of Louis or Armand. Ah well, these new individuals would have to do. Not his usual group, but then none of them seemed to know or care that he was supposedly dead.

{Lestat de Lioncourt for those of you who don't know him}