Jo had eventually given up on waiting for people to need her, and payed her attention back to the book. It lay blank for a while, causing her to wonder about what was going on in it- how old the computer inside it was, and again, if she was talking to a robot or not. She caught the words as they started to fade in, and waited for everything to come in before beginning to reply. "Stone slabs? You mean... Archaic tablets?" She looked at the book, confused. "No, I mean like, touch-screen, holographic tablets. Without pages. Not made of stone, but of metal and silicone. Glow-y, too." She made a face as she explained it, shaking her head softly. "...No, magic really isn't real. Fire doesn't spout from peoples hands, people aren't instantly healed by saying a fancy spell. People can't conjure electricity either- I would know. Then I wouldn't have to put my tablets in the sun to charge them, or need solar panels to run my speakers. And, Magus can mean other things than a magician. I'm not a child, so don't try to fool me." She drew a little face in the margins, puffing out a cheek with grumpy brows. "You don't know what a robot is? Or a computer? Everyone has one in their homes! They're a necessity to function in society- at least, a computer is." She paused, considering the idea that people from lower platforms might not have such things. "A robot does everything you tell it to do, and a computer allows you to browse the internet for information, do complex calculations, and play games." She hoped she explained it clearly, and simply enough. "Einhal? What platform is that? No, I live in the upper third levels of the BlueBell Platform System- But, er, I primarily live in the levels far above the clouds, as the air below makes me sick. We have a mayor for each level, and a president who manages every level on every platform in a lesser way. As far as I know, there are no Emperors, kings, or ungoverned platforms. Only presidents- Leaders elected by the people, and dictators- leaders who has absolute power, and usually secure it through force. Your king sounds like he has a few red flags for a dictatorship. Not in a bad way, of course." Jo sighed, feeling a bit weird about explaining everything. "Sorry if I over explain, or come off rude. I don't know if you're a child or not, and I don't intend to be rude. To me, you're just strange writing appearing in a weird book." "Oh, that's interesting," She moved down a line, grimacing at the block of text she had written."Test? Not as far as I know of. But, mages and magic don't..." She trailed off, pausing as she thought of something. "Oh my god, are you role-playing? That totally explains everything- Like how old and leathery the book looks, how formal you are, and why you haven't heard of computers! I'm being a total square, aren't I? Sorry. I can be very dense. Was this book meant for someone else? It came into my store and I bought it before it hit the shelf. Just give me their name, And I'll locate them and give it to them." She softly face-palmed, watching the book intently, waiting to see the name of its rightful owner.

Something drew Cyrus to stop at a small pool to take out the book and just as he expected, words began to fade into view. It was almost like they waited to be looked upon to reveal what was written. Once more the brevity of the words written both stumped and amazed him. It was almost like it was from another world with its language but that was impossible. " *Metal is used in the production of our swords and armor. Now this 'silicon'. I have never heard of it. * " To say the mage was getting irate would be an understatement. Once again the writer said magic was not real. Inside he could feel the fire burning. His emotions a swirling maelstrom which he had to quiet to continue writing. " *I never once assumed you were a child. However your constant denial of a world that is true is quiet annoying. *" He read the next part finding it easier to answer the words one part at a time. Skimming over the part about 'robots' and 'computers' But stopped at the mention of living above the clouds. Now he was getting curious. " *Einhal isn't a 'platform', it is the land that we live on. I've never heard of this 'BlueBell' and I feel as if you are just leading me on. " As he continued his eyes caught the word child and he could feel his magic burn in his hand which he released into the book. Rather then burning the book or scorching a hole through it, his fire simply disappeared. No.. That isn't what happened. He could feel the pull of his magic somewhere. No where nearby but it was still within his power. This knowledge calmed him and he turned the burning white flame that was now in front of Jo into a gentle blue fire rose. His free hand scirbbled the words " * If magic isn't real. Then explain why we can speak. Or explain what happened to my fire. *" Cyrus had a feeling that the book was a portal of some sort. How, He had no idea but he intended to find out. Leaving the book open he stood up and started moving off the road a little bit to an indent in the land where he could rest and see just how she responded. He also kept the flame rose from burning out with just a fraction of his minds power. Just enough to keep him focused on the task now that he had one.

Jo watched the book, reading as the person on the other side responded. "Ok, I get that. not a lot of people know what silicon is. It's a weird substance. It's not exactly a metal, but it's still an element. It's not conductive to electricity, so it's great for circuit boards." She explained, finding nothing better to do. She did feel a bit upset by how she was called annoying, but shrugged it off. "Oh, land. Sure. The stuff that humans used to live on, before the world below became flooded and unfit for life. I swear, I'm not leading you on. If I could send you a picture of the outside, you's see a big plume of clouds right..." She paused, and looked up, out the windows. "Right out the window, to my le-" She was interrupted by the book glowing hot, and nervously, she backed away from it. She had moved away just in time to avoid the fireball that came through, feeling herself tense up and a small peep come from her. Trembling just a bit, she backed away from it, and got the fire extinguisher from the wall. "Oh. My god. Oh my god. It's on fire." She mumbled, moving towards the book again, pulling the pin from the device, the fireball having changed into a strange blue shape, similar to the plastic flowers that were everywhere on valentines day. She lifted a brow, and grimaced a bit, before aiming the nozzle of the extinguisher just a bit above and directly at the fire, and pulled the trigger, sending a large amount of white, cold foam flowing fast into the book. On the other side, it went straight up, then landed heavily on the ground, spilling the strange smelling and foul tasting foam everywhere. Back on Jo's side, the fire flower was still there. She swallowed, and wiped the foam from the books' pages, around the flame cautiously. "...What in the hell is this? Why is the book on fire?! I blew my extinguisher on it, but it's not out!! What did you do!? The sprinklers will go off and I'll be forced outside MAKE IT GO AWAY" She wrote quickly, avoiding the flower as she wrote. She didn't even punctuate, her handwriting getting a bit sloppier, partly because of her shaking, partly because of the way she was avoiding the fire.

When Jo used the extinguisher, Cyrus felt the slight waver in his magic's foothold but he just put forth more to maintain it. A second later he found out what the cause was. A weird white substance that seemed to stick all over the ground and release a pungent odor. Then her words came in. A breif scrawl holding none of their previous girlishness, rather just a vague sense of fear. He chuckled and made the flame turn into a serpent that bared it's fangs at the girl before he called it back. Rather then going through the book, Cyrus' magic simply disappeared from Jo's world. With a smile he began to write. "*That was magic. My magic. Nothing more, Nothing less. *" He did slow, deliberate lines, enjoying the feeling of being right. He dipped his quill back in the inkwell and tapped on the edge of the page for a second before continuing. "* I have a hypothesis. This book is merely a gateway. For our words and our actions. It is what allowed me to use my magic where ever you are..and for you to spray....whatever this foul smelling viscous liquid/solid is, into my world. I have never been one on the occult but...*" He scooped up some dirt and grass from his new spot away from the extinguisher fluids and put it into the book. Like he thought it disappeared, forming on the other side. Cyrus began writing again just below where he put the dirt to make his point. "* This is the land that we live on. Do not call me a child, or stupid, or even this 'roleplayer'. I am a magus. I use magic. And I LIVE IN EINHAL.*" He capitalized the last bit and underlined it to show his obvious frustration, and rather then using magic again, he settled for writing aggressively. "* I know not who you are, where you live, or even where this book of your's came from. All I know is what I have observed. *" He drew a line to signify he was done before putting the book into the folds of his cloak and looking at the white mass that was sprayed across the ground.

Jo scrambled away from the book as the flower began to change, finding herself unable to make a noise as it grew into something bigger, and more sinister. It grew enough to threaten the fire alarms, and as quickly as it had come and forced Jo to press her back against the wall, it vanished. By the time Jo had managed to peel herself from the wall, the robot had come over, and begun to clean up the foam. "My Temperature Sensors Detect A Large Difference In Temperature Here. Is There Trouble?" The robot buzzed at Jo, not looking up from its work. "..n-No. Not any more. I fixed it." She replied, moving to the book- which by now was dry and foamless, and picked it up. "Alright. Protocol Forces Me To Have To Shut The Store Down For At Least An Hour To Check For Faulty Wiring, And Other Hazards. Please Take A Break. JO BAXTER, I Will Ping You In Approximately 59 Minutes." The robot buzzed once more. Silently, Jo nodded, and handed her apron over to the robot, holding the book open in one hand as writing came in. She carefully took a breath as she approached the exit, holding it as she moved quickly to the next building over, and entering. It happened to be a small diner, and by the time she had sat down, a strange brown substance, with strange green strips had appeared in her book. Confused, she grabbed some napkins and moved the strange substance onto it, before reading. "... No, It can't be. It's convincing, I do admit that, But it's been proved that there is no magic in this world. Or, well, where I am, if saying that will prevent you from shooting fire at me again." She began, her handwriting back to almost normal. "What I sprayed was a fire extinguishing foam. It smothers flames. Or, well, it's supposed to. Don't eat it, you will hurl, and it tastes absolutely toxic. But, wait, it came over to you?" She asked, looking at the small pile of substance- tabled "land" by the book, that was beside her. "I've never seen this "land" stuff before. What's this green stuff in it? It looks like turf, but... Less shiny, and less hard and plastic-y. I never intended to call you a child, just explain why I was explaining a lot. And, I never once called you stupid. But, if you're not a roleplayer, things make a lot less sense. At risk of offending you again (And, I really hope I do not), Are you in a mental institution? I've heard things in those places run differently, so it would explain how odd you seem to me." She paused, looking up at a robotic waitress that arrived, and ordered a small order of fries, and a soda. "I am Jo. My name is on the front page. I told you, I live on the upper platforms of the BlueBell platform system, high above the clouds." She paused, looking around the diner, and grabbed a small holographic menu, with a picture of the whole platform system on it. "This is a rough illustration of what I live on. Please send it back when you are done looking at it." She wrote, drawing a line, and placing the menu on the book. It sank in, captivating Jo as it disappeared into the book.

Cyrus grabbed the unique object that came through after reading the text written by Jo. It seemed like a glass pane set with some sort of crystal that projected light. He had seen similar things in the kings castle. Though they were much more rudimentary then this and only lasted for no more then a few minutes at a time. Useful for long distance communications between mages. This device though had several intrinsic lines running through it. It made a unique fixture of elements that made no sense to him. Shaking his head he took out a map of the known land of Einhal. It was a worn old map that was faded and stained from years of use. He put it on the book along with the weird alien pane and started to write. " My name is Cyrus Davidion Sinclair. Magus in m'lords royal strike team. Trained in the fire magics since I could walk and if I can't prove it where you are in fear of getting that fowl smelling liquid shot at me again. Tell me what I must do to prove it to you. I have never lied before in my life. I may have killed people. Slaughted innocent lives. But Lied... No I can't say I have. On that note. I have to move from my current position lest the enemy finds me." He glanced up from the book and took a look over at the pool of extinguisher fluids. The smell caused him to feel slightly nauseous so he could only imagine what it tasted like. Shaking the queasiness off, he stood and moved a further down the line still thinking that the enemy was looking for him and if he stayed in one spot would find him. When he ran a for a few minutes he stopped suddenly and dropped the book to the floor summoning his magics to him. The feeling of suppressed rage and anger fueling the burning flames. Three cloaked soldiers came from the trees. " Cyrus. We thought you were captured. Glad to see you alright. How did the mission go." The lead soldier's eyes moved to the book on the ground. " Is that the objective? And if so why did you not return straight to camp." Cyrus let his magic go and bent over to pick up the book, hiding it in the folds in his robes. " I interrogated the duke. He had the book moved when he heard we were coming for it. This book was just something he had that I picked up. An interesting read. And as for why I didn't come straight back to camp. The trackers were on my trail so I had to lose them." The lead soldier began to question Cyrus but was quickly cut off when Cyrus raised his hand. " Do not question me. Now begone lest you seek to bring them down on us all. They are near and I will return by daybreak tomorrow when they have been dealt with." The three nodded in unison before disappearing just as quickly as they came. Exhaling a sigh, Cyrus leaned back against a tree and took out the book. "That is called earth. One of the seven elements blessed on Einhal and it's magics. It is the land in which we step and farm upon. The green stuff is called grass. It is the symbol of summer in some places, and in others it covers rolling fields in which horses, cows, and sheep graze without a worry in the world. I may seem odd to you. But you seem odd to me. You have never heard of the land in which all living things rest and live on, even the birds of the sky. You say you live in the clouds on a platform, and you give me an alien tablet that seems to use crystals and light more efficiently then event the top seers in the capital can. So once more. You are the odd one to me.

"Yeah. Please don't send me fire again. I know magic isn't real, but science is. Even if I saw someone make a real, live cow fall from the sky and start doing a dance in a skirt, I wouldn't believe it was magic. I don't think you can change my mind about that." She paused as the items came up again, putting the menu back, and grabbing the strange paper. It smelled strange- similar to her books, but with more human contact, and really stood out. She folded it and hid it under the book, looking up at the robot waitress that brought her fries and soda. IT beeped for payment, and in response shot out a little scanner, which Jo put her hand on. A quick flash, and the robot went away, leaving jo to her book. "Sorry, the robo-waitress brought my food. I don't think you're lying, but I do think you're maybe misinformed. Or something. Humans can't generate fire like that, without technology. " She paused, furrowing her brows slightly. "Enemy? Are you in danger?" She slid the map from under the book, glancing at how strange it was. "...Stay safe, if that's the case. Tell me when I can send your map back. And, don't worry, I hate that foam too. But, I can't have fire where I am." She sighed, beginning to pick at her fries and sip at her soda, looking out the window at the clouds, until she noticed words fading back in her book again. "..Earth? That's the planet I live on.... OH! IT'S SOIL! DIRT!" She wrote excitedly, looking at the pile next to her with renewed surprise. "I've been told that the soil below here is toxic. Hills? Fields? Your world is sounding more and more..." She paused, looking for a word. "...Fantastical. Unreal. At least, to me. Also, YOU HAVE BIRDS???" She couldn't scribble out enough excited question marks at the thought of birds. "How big are they? Are they pretty like the ones on T.V.? Do you have flightless birds, too?" She paused, making herself grab some fries, put a few in her mouth, and move on. "Sorry if I'm asking too much. Also, I only sent you a menu from the restaurant I'm in. it's nothing much. It's as simple as, well..." She looked around, settling on her cup. "Simple as drinking soda. I'd say breathing, but sometimes the air outside gives me a headache, and on windy days, air can literally escape your lungs, so it's a bit harder than that." She skipped a few lines before continuing. "What are seers? Do they predict the future? If they don't have anything better than a simple menu, they're not gonna get far. And, I can kind of tell I seem weird to you. You've never seen a *menu*, let alone heard of a robot." She responded, drawing a line under and forcing herself to stop. She looked away from the book, to the clouds outside, not noticing that she dropped a fry into the book.

" why would you make a cow dance? They are only used for meat and milk. Nothing more. Though if given enough time I am sure I can figure out a way to prove to you that there is no technology here that can generate fire the way I can. It is used in everything. Magic I mean. We use it to build our monuments, and erect great weapons of war. We destroy and we heal with it. We slaughter innocent beings in the name of a better tomorrow." Cyrus pondered a way to make her believe in what he was saying. For her to so deny what is truth was ridiculous but overall understandable. Only 1 in a hundred thousand could use magic and even less in the sheer power that those like Cyrus or the Seer's can. He did however feel the pull of the earth that he sent through, as well as his map. It was almost as if sending objects that he could see and touch left a permanent connection to his ability to manipulate them. He thought about it and decided to test that another time when this Jo person was in a secure location so no more of that 'foam' permeated his senses. " Yes. Dirt. Soil. Ground. Grass. And no. As far as I can tell the land that I tread on isn't toxic unless we sow salt on the fields of our enemies, or lay waste to an army and feed the plants with their blood. He paused and looked up, seeing a small forest bird eying him suspiciously before turning it's attention elsewhere and flying off. " Birds are that much a surprise to you. They are everywhere. Some as small as a babes hand, others big enough to devour a grown man whole. Some are beautiful and their feathers are used to adorn nobles and ladies cloaks and dresses. I've only seen flightless birds to the far north in the lands of eternal winter. Odd creatures that the locals trained to fish for them. Though they seemed to 'fly' through the water with their wings... He stopped when he saw the stick that was colored like a potato pop through the book. Cyrus picked it up and sniffed it before eating it. The flavour was unreal. He knew it tasted like a potato, but unlike any other potato he had ever had. It was salted just perfectly and somehow baked like bread. Or maybe fried like the fish in the port markets. He was tempted to ask for more but decided against it, feeling it better to return the favor on his own somehow. Shaking his head he continued on with his response. They are the most powerful of the magus. Capable of leveling cities, or causing the earth to weep it's blood. They serve m'lord and his father and his father's father before that. It is said they unlocked the power of immortality through perfection of their magics, though at the cost of their mobility they can serve the throne with insight and power. Sighing he placed his hand to rest, and rather then meeting the resistance of the book, he felt it slip through and go...somewhere. He felt disembodied from it but at the same time connected. He flexed his hand and quickly pulled it back through looking at it. Where ever the other writer was, it seemed it was far away from here He quickly started to write, his before skill and savantry thrown out the door so to speak " Did you just see that? My hand went though the book. Now I can prove it to you. I need you to get somewhere safe so I can. Quickly lest this idea only proves to be a farce or temporary contingent in the books powers."

"..I don't know, it's just an absurd thing that came to mind. Though, you're forgetting cows used to be good for leather, too. Maybe they still are for you...?" Jo responded upon reading the words. "Huh. That sounds like technology to me. I mean, a long long time ago, my ancestors removed a whole country from the map with just two bombs. The platforms I live on were built with it, and almost everyone here can live for however long they want to, thanks to it. Ageing can't be helped, and there are limitations on it, though." She shrugged, taking another sip of soda. "Oh, no, I mean like, I've been told that if any is up here, it'll kill me. Or well, anyone who touches it. So, er, if you don't mind, I'll return it, too, when I return the map." She looked at the dirt nervously, tapping her pen. "Really? I've never seen a bird in real life. They don't fly high enough, and if they somehow get up here, they die. I don't know why. There are really that many kinds of birds? That's amazing!" She cracked a smile as she thought about birds, drawing a crude picture of one in the margins as she thought. "Oh, wow. That sounds really co-" Her writing was interrupted by a hand popping out of the book. She moved back quickly, tensing up with a slight, startled gasp. A few of the people that were in the shop looked at her, and so she decided to make herself act as if it were a normal hologram. "Yes, your hand is still-" She paused, the hand retracting- "... Was here. It startled me, but at least it's not fire. Don't do a single THING until I tell you it's ok. Also, I need you to hold onto some things for me. You can have some of them if you like." She wrote quickly, moving her fries onto the book, sending them over, then her drink- a typical plastic cup, with a plastic lid, with a plastic straw to suck the carbonated cola out of, then the map and the dirt that was neatly wrapped up in a paper napkin. She then got up, and exited the building, rushing to her car, opening it and getting in as quickly as possible. "..I'm in my car. Do not use fire, or anything big, please. It's a very small space. I'm on my way home so if you want to wait to do something big, it's a possibility." she wrote, turning on her hovercar, and setting thecourse for her home.

Cyrus was intrigued to say the least. He looked at his hand again and flexed it, utterly perplexed at the feeling he just experienced. He would have liked to explore it more but that plan was halted when several items came through nigh at once. As quickly as he could he grabbed the fries, the odd liquid beverage holder with a cylindrical tube sticking out of it, as well as his map and a paper substance that held the dirt he sent through. He paused to set the things down and quickly taking one of the potato sticks and popping it into his mouth, savoring the unique and eloquent flavor that the fries seemed to give off. He then set to responding to Jo. "I do hate to say I told you so. However I must take this moment to ask do you believe in magic now. Or should I simply walk through the book and show you I have none of this technology that you speak of. And I can create my flame at will. So I digress but would love to take this moment to say I told you so and will love to prove it to you at the next convenient time. His eyes quickly glazed over the part that said nothing big. So what he did was place his hand on the books pages and he felt the pull of the other world. His hand sinking into the pages like it was water or quicksand. And once again the same feeling of disembodiment came. It was an odd sensation that proved hard to get over. He could feel his hand and move his hand, but it felt like an extension of himself, like magic if nothing else. He felt around and just felt the pages of the book before pulling his hand back through. It was definitely an odd feeling. But even with the idea of the unknown facing him. He decided to listen and wait for her to say it was safe for him to do something big.

Jo watched the book, reading the response as it came in, and waiting until the hand went away to respond. "...Sorry, but as far as I know, that could be a holog- Er, a vision. A ghost image. So, I can't believe you." She responded, figuring she'd be better off using watered-down explanations of things rather than their names. "Walk through the book? I don't think it's big enough for you to fit in. However, "the next convenient time" is approaching quickly." She looked up, watching as her car flew to her home, yard underneath and parking spot soon approaching. "I'll take the book out of the car, and set it down on my way in. If you intend to use fire, I can NOT have you inside. Since you seem to have no exposure to platforms, I need you to understand some things. Do not approach the edge without me. Do not burn anything. Do not harm my car, and the sidewalk moves. It's a grey strip in the yard that leads straight up to my door. I will be inside the house, because the air outside gives me headaches. Just approach the door, I'll have it set to automatically open." She paused, tapping her pen as she thought and as the car parked itself. "Also, be kind to my robot- I call her Nan. She's as much my family as my father. And, if you see a dark cloud approach, get in either my car, or my house immediately. Those are from below, and make people super sick." She looked out of the car, to her medium, angular, yellow house, and the green plastic grass and colorful plastic flowers around it. "I'm getting out now, So, in about the time it'll take you to count to ten, you'll be free to do whatever. I'll be watching from my window." Once she finished writing, she took a breath, and got out of the car, putting the book, open, on the ground near the sidewalk. The skies above her were clear, a hint of sunrise off in the distance, and the air was brisk, though, she didn't mind. There was a slight breeze in the air, carrying the distant smells of the city. And before the next breeze could blow, a breathless Jo was already in her house, peeking out a slit in the blinds in the window by her door.

Cyrus took the time to fine a spot that was hidden from the road so if he could go through to the other side, the book wouldn't be discovered. Finding a place a good hike away from the main road and from any signs of human traffic he stopped and glanced at the book. ten seconds? He wondered before counting down slowly, positioning the book over him with one hand on the pages and another on the binding to hold it open. And as soon as he got to ten he quickly lowered it, pushing his arm through and getting a slight chill from the other side and rather then stopping he simply continued. His head went through and rather then gravity taking the book, Cyrus was in between the worlds. His head and arms in Jo's place, his lower torso and legs in his own. Cursing with his eyes closed he felt around and pulled himself through the rest of the way. When he finally opened his eyes he took in a breath. Clouds. A city in the clouds. He could hardly believe himself. A shining city among the gods. A breeze blew past him, ruffling his clothes and sending a meager chill through his bones at the sudden change in temperature. It was then he realized that his breath in wasn't really sufficient do to the change in pressure and felt his lungs constrict significantly. Grasping at his chest he took slow, deliberate breaths till he became steady enough to look once again at the world around him. The grass was almost like a painters green. Fake and hard, not moving with the wind like the plains he was used to. The flowers were the same thing. Fake colours ontop of fake plants. Taking a few more glances over the edge to make sure this wasn't a dream or some sort of magic trick he looked towards the house and saw someone, Presumably Jo, peering through the blinds. He shook the dirt off himself and adjusted his gloves and chains that wrapped around his arms before starting for the door. Stopping he looked at Jo again and took off his gloves to show there was nothing their. Then he focused on the thin portal between their worlds to bring his magic with him. It started as a gentle trickle and soon became a raging river. The power felt amazing, and it was even more powerful here then in his world. Smiling he created a fire snake that wrapped around his limbs, slowly coiling around him in a blue flame. It's head drifted towards the window with a serene sense of motion, acting like a real snake. It stopped inches from the window before turning into a rose and winking out of existence. Cyrus' next trick was creating a ball of white flame the size of a small orb and launching it upward to explode into a display of brillant hues of different temperature flames. Satisfied, He picked up his gloves and Jo's version of the book before starting for the door. As he raised his hand to knock on the door it opened on it's own. Confused, Cyris walked through and smiled at Jo. " Ah. So this...truly isn't Einhal..." His voice had a deep lilt of Scottish mixed in it, " Or if it is. Are you gods? Is that why you live high above us. If so...then...I..." Cyrus tried to compute it all, however his mind just couldn't so he leaned against the wall in disbelief. "I think I need a drink...Do. Please tell me you have alcohol here?" He looked over at her with a hopeful gaze.

Jo found herself captivated as she watched the white-haired man emerge from the book, pushing herself closer to the window as she watched him struggle for breath. She quickly opened the whole set of blinds, pulling them all up as he looked around, appearing dazed. She brought a hand to her mouth, her face not showing much emotion. Her eyes went to the mans' gloves, and then to the chains, and then to his white hair and... She couldn't tell from where she was if her eyes were playing tricks on her, or if the mans' ears looked... strange. She nervously moved away from the window as he summoned his flames, Watching it, hand still covering the lower half of her face as it paused, then turned into the familiar, fiery rose. She moved closer as it disappeared, eyes growing wide as the next thing summoned was an orb. It was launched into the air, and her hand dropped, and as the man- she figured it was Cyrus- grew closer, she stood frozen at the window. "H..Holy..." She muttered, her alto-pitched voice quiet. When Cyrus spoke, she slowly pried herself from the window to look at him, brows furrowing as she eyed his clothing, and him head to toe. "No... It's the BlueBell platform system..." She looked to his chains, eyeing them for a moment before putting her gaze at the floor, as usual. "..Gods? No, as far as I know, we're only human. I, er, I have no idea why we live up here." She moved to close her blinds, falling silent as she listened to his request. "Alcohol? It's only morning..." She looked at him, calming down just a little. "...I do have some vodka... I can get Nan to mix you a bloody mary." She fidgeted with a button on her blouse, before moving past the man and down the hall. "Nan! Assistance, please!" She called, only slightly louder than her speaking voice. "Please mix one bloody mary! thank you." She lowered her voice as a metal maid came in, red bulbs for eyes lit up. It beeped, and rolled past, revealing tat her body was dress-formed, and had no feet. "...Are you breathing ok? I saw you struggle." She murmured after a while, moving back to the living room, tapping a button on the wall, making her coffee table, tv, and sofa roll out of the walls and floor. "...You, um, can sit down if you like. Nan will bring your drink when she's done."