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The closer you get to the looming cathedral, the heavier the flowers’ scent becomes. The garlands soon become wreaths, then become rows and rows of woven treillage, finally meeting at a point right before a pair of great mahogany doors.

In front of these massive doors stands a man draped in red and blue robes, embroidered with fine golden trim. The most striking thing about him is his hat, rising nearly a foot off his head and covered in jewels that you aren’t quite sure are real. It is magnificent, nonetheless.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary, simply a man with a long list that runs onto the floor. Nothing out of the ordinary at all, except there feels to be something magical about him. If you are powered, you feel the energy from him, though it is neither Chaos nor Order. He is simply there and feels powerful.

Eventually, he looks away from his list, and looks down at you over a pair of frameless glasses.

“Hmm… Are you here for the flames, or the ice?” His voice is monotone, as if he’s asked this time and time again, and the longer you wait, the more annoyed he seems to become.

After careful consideration, you answer that you’re here for…



As decorations became more and more elaborate, garlands into wreaths, the scent of flowers became heavier as well. Why couldn’t it all remain simple? Why did it all need to become far too much? He wasn’t much for over the top decorations and as he reached the doors he nearly choked on air.

It wasn’t the long list the man there had, and it was rather long, but it was the hat he wore. It looked like it would give anyway a good deal of neck and shoulder pain not to mention all those jewels on it. Even if they weren’t fake, which meant the hat was worth more than he cared to think about, it was without a doubt far too much and unnecessary.

This man was of some important if he was dressed as he was, or at least whoever or whatever he worked for was important, because he was handling some sort party and had a list of what Liam assumed were guests. So beyond those wooden doors he assumed was some sort of formal, very formal, party. Not his sort of thing at all...he was not looking forward to this at all. He didn’t care too much what people might think of his own attire but he also didn’t need it to become cause for issue, he didn’t need drama in some unknown place.

When the man did finally turn to him Liam was faced with a rather interesting question. Fire or ice? He had no idea about either side, though he of course knew what fire and ice were, he knew there had to be more to it than he was aware. Great. It also didn’t look like he’d be able to ask, the man didn’t look pleased about being kept waiting.

Liam really did hope his answer didn’t matter all that much, as he blurted out what came to mind first - warmth. “Fire.”

Now he’d have to hope he game a good enough answer and one which wouldn’t cause him headaches once he was let inside, to whatever sort of party must lay beyond the doors. As he waited, to see what would happen, he couldn’t help but wonder how this man didn’t know he wasn’t meant to be here...that he clearly didn’t fit in, especially given his choice in clothing, and just why he was about to be let into a place he had obviously no right to be allowed into. Was it all magic somehow? Magic allowing him in and maybe magic made this guy think he was dressed nicely even?

Liam knew magic could do a lot of things, he was sure everyone involved in this whole magical war knew this, but could it be doing something here also? Something in his favor? Magic was known to do all kinds of things though he’d never really had it work in his favor, unless you counted being a dark mirror senshi, but maybe for once magic was going to help him?

As he forced himself to focus on the man at the door, he had been starting to let his thoughts wander, Liam hoped he hadn’t missed anything.



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Choice: Fire.