Post by ♥ Violet Violence ☆ on Apr 24, 2011 3:28:02 GMT -7
With a massive crash, I plummeted to the floor inside one of the earth's most curious places. "What the hell?" I stood up, brushing off my skirts. I had no intention of visiting the Winchester Mansion, at least, not presently. And yet here I stood.
Bits and pieces of time were missing, and that didn't sit well with me. Was someone screwing with the order of the universe? Did someone's major mojo cause some kind of time space slip? Was my last batch of baneful wine spiked? Or was I going mad? In all likelihood it was the latter.
I looked around me, attempting to gain my bearings, if such a thing was possible in this place. This bizarre house was truly a maze. Built by the voices of the dead, the restless spirits, and none other than Sara Winchester. So enamored was she with the occult and seance's that she built the house to confuse the spirits. Stairs that went straight on to end at the wall, doors that lead to nowhere, and a number of other curiosities made this house a tourist trap.
Above me, I noticed the ceiling was...not quite there. The room extended all the way up through every story. "Interesting." There was a faint tingle of otherworldly energy, much like that of a portal. At the peak of the roof, I could feel a vortex swirling. "Ah ha!" So that's what brought me here. That explains the how, but not the why. There wasn't a soul in this place. Ok, so that wasn't entirely true. There were souls, and spirits, but no one with a pulse.
I wandered the halls, marveling at the strange layout of the mansion. I decided I'd have to replicate it back home, to some degree. Perhaps eliminating a few escape routes, and adding a few more 'traps' for my demonic tourists. I smiled to myself, lifting a hand to conjure a pomegranate.
Nothing happened. "What the fuck?" I tried again, and again, nothing. No pomegranate, no magick, nothing. I grunted, opting for a new tactic. Tossing back my head, shaking out my hair, I centered myself. I attempted to shed my human visage for that of my demonatrix form. But....again, nothing happened. "Ok, this is completely fucked up." I turned on my heel, expecting to find myself back in Hell, in my dungeon. However, I couldn't transport myself back there. Or anywhere to be precise. I must have tried a hundred different locations, and every time I was still standing right in the middle of a drab little room, somewhere on the third story. "Oh, for the love of fuck." This was entirely new to me. In all my existence, I hadn't ever been stuck, I hadn't ever been locked from magick, unable to do as I wish. "This is just fucking fabulous."
Bits and pieces of time were missing, and that didn't sit well with me. Was someone screwing with the order of the universe? Did someone's major mojo cause some kind of time space slip? Was my last batch of baneful wine spiked? Or was I going mad? In all likelihood it was the latter.
I looked around me, attempting to gain my bearings, if such a thing was possible in this place. This bizarre house was truly a maze. Built by the voices of the dead, the restless spirits, and none other than Sara Winchester. So enamored was she with the occult and seance's that she built the house to confuse the spirits. Stairs that went straight on to end at the wall, doors that lead to nowhere, and a number of other curiosities made this house a tourist trap.
Above me, I noticed the ceiling was...not quite there. The room extended all the way up through every story. "Interesting." There was a faint tingle of otherworldly energy, much like that of a portal. At the peak of the roof, I could feel a vortex swirling. "Ah ha!" So that's what brought me here. That explains the how, but not the why. There wasn't a soul in this place. Ok, so that wasn't entirely true. There were souls, and spirits, but no one with a pulse.
I wandered the halls, marveling at the strange layout of the mansion. I decided I'd have to replicate it back home, to some degree. Perhaps eliminating a few escape routes, and adding a few more 'traps' for my demonic tourists. I smiled to myself, lifting a hand to conjure a pomegranate.
Nothing happened. "What the fuck?" I tried again, and again, nothing. No pomegranate, no magick, nothing. I grunted, opting for a new tactic. Tossing back my head, shaking out my hair, I centered myself. I attempted to shed my human visage for that of my demonatrix form. But....again, nothing happened. "Ok, this is completely fucked up." I turned on my heel, expecting to find myself back in Hell, in my dungeon. However, I couldn't transport myself back there. Or anywhere to be precise. I must have tried a hundred different locations, and every time I was still standing right in the middle of a drab little room, somewhere on the third story. "Oh, for the love of fuck." This was entirely new to me. In all my existence, I hadn't ever been stuck, I hadn't ever been locked from magick, unable to do as I wish. "This is just fucking fabulous."