As the doors shut behind them, the halls seem infinitely different than outside the palace. The entry chamber fits the appearance of the guards; both refined and elegant, and yet wintry, ancient, and tribal. As though the Vikings or Inuits met Victorian-age England and didn't become an abomination. Magic is evident everywhere, yet subtly, from the coldly glowing chandeliers, candles replaced by icy orbs, to the doors that seem to open or close - mostly close - as the pair gets near them, as if the palace itself were guiding them to where they needed to be. Fae of various descriptions bustle about within the palace, but none ever seem very close to Alucard or Ashley; a continuous stream of activity, just out of reach and just barely within sight. They soon arrive in a room with another guard, this one garbed in armor that appears to be made of opaque glass and green cloth, with a crystal polearm, in front of the far door, and a variety of chairs, made for a variety of Fae who sit in them. Only one chair is currently available. Behind a desk sits a fae with feathered wings and a bronzed skin color, clad in the most clothing of any of the ones you've seen so far, bundled up against the chill. Ashley had gotten used to it; the Void was worse by far, after all, in some ways, after all. Alucard was also handling well, though not as easily; Void he may be tainted with, but he was no Walker of it. The feathered fae looks up at them, sighs, and goes back to scribbling things on a sheet of glass in front of him.
One thing Alucard would have noticed through all of this is that Faery is probably one of the more hospitable Twilight regions, though this isn't saying much, and could make for an excellent research area to study interactions between Void and Creation. If he wanted to risk the various weights that would come with trying such a thing.
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Topic: Rise of the Magic Girls v3 IC: Poof. (Read 747623 times)