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The gentle fragrance of desert flowers not long in bloom and hot sand wafted through the halls of the castle as her bare feet once more hit the stone one after the other, the sound of both porcelain and glass shattering against the wall filled every corner of the room, causing those around her to cower before the extremely sharp and jagged shards fell to the ground at her feet, creating what was clearly a rather dangerous hazard for all but herself.

Oh, how the morn had been one of such grand productivity… long ago had she dealt with the petty squabbles of the sea King; forcing him to once more return back to the depths of the ocean under threat of serving him as the main dish in what was to be a lavish feast...even still, she had even found time enough to pay her favorite, if not rather temperamental kitty a little, and long overdue visit; if not to test his patience, and wear it thin for amusements sake… though now she stood before her throne, her normally ever darkened eyes all but glowing golden in color as she glanced about in front of her, watching on with almost no joy in her expression as not only the servants, but also the knights that had been tending to her hurried to find exit; each moving as quickly as they possibly could to leave, praying for even the slimmest of chances that they would be lucky enough to escape with the angered wrath of their Queen…

She was in a mood. That much was clear; even she could see that she was being a complete and utter bitch to all those who had done nothing to gain her anger being taken out upon them. They had merely been doing their jobs; and as far as the truth went, it was a perfect case of being within the wrong place, at the wrong time… By the Gods; her hormones would not stop raging..! Waging a terrible war within, and causing for her ever increasingly dangerous, and more than common temper tantrums to piss even her off. The answer, however, was simple.

She had to tell him…

It was almost killing her to have kept it to herself in the way that she had for these past couple of weeks; and how in the name of Hades was she supposed to explain herself when-... She didn’t even want to think about that right now; she just couldn’t. There were far more pressing matters weighing upon her mind- the shadow man throwing a fit about the wild goose-chase she had sent him on all those years prior... Rasputin groveling and begging for her to release his soul when the deal they had struck, was yet to still be completely fulfilled… Rothbart and his both strange and creepy fascination with cursing people into creatures, no doubt in large part thanks to that stupid and disgusting animal fetish of his…

Either way; that was what had set her off in the first place…

It was just a comment made in passing- one of which had been directed towards the condition of her health, however, it was more than clear that it had not been taken very well within the eyes of the Queen… eyes of which were now burning brighter than they had ever done before, her long darkened locks fluttering lightly upon her back and over her shoulders as the magic which coursed through her veins began to build up, wrapping tight and almost visibly around her very figure as she lifted her arms slowly from where they had been held tensely at her sides, the very action causing the vast about of shards that she had not long ago created to lift up into the air, hovering in place as though patiently awaiting some sort of order to fall from between her lips.

“..you dare say such things about your Queen..!”

Throwing her arms forward and towards where the stragglers remained, stumbling over one another in their grand attempt at being able to leave the room in time, she caused the shards to sail through the air, soaring towards them, and causing her lips to turn up into what was both a malicious and rather venomous type smirk as their panicked shouts, and screams of terror filled the air surrounding her as those too slow in their actions got caught; a good majority either injured or killed by the sharp edges of glass and porcelain, while those in the group still able to move on their feet hurriedly worked to gather those that had been hit, eventually leaving her standing alone within the empty and blood-splattered room… alone and in peace…

Ah, the silence… my, how it was golden.

The sudden feeling of her stomach churning nauseously caused her to hunch over slightly, her soft features scrunching up in disgust as she dropped her left hand down, pressing it lightly against her stomach as her right hand reached back, clinging almost desperately to the arm of her throne for support, the large and extremely luxurious seat helping to keep her both upright and upon her feet- argh, she hated being sick… the nausea, the tiredness, the lack of interest in almost all that she needed to do… it showed weakness; and that was something she could not afford to show to anyone… especially not Jafar. The very thought of it caused her hand to grasp even tighter to the arm of the throne than she had been before; the ever familiar magic still pulsing throughout her body causing the wood to crack under her firm grip.

Straightening herself back up once she had managed to regain the composure she had lost due to the rather small bout of nausea she had received, she turned her attention once more back to her throne, dropping down into it and lounging lazily back into the cushions as she crossed her legs one over the other, her left hand working to smooth out the material of the sari she wore while she lifted her right hand, holding it out to the side, her expression now one of pure boredom and her eyes once again flashing over a beautiful golden shade as she caused one of the goblets of wine that had been spilled to fill itself, her left hand coming up to lightly ruffle at her long and wavy locks of dark hair as the now full goblet floated over to her, nestling comfortable into her hand.

How the morning had managed to take such a quick turn for the worse..? The day was meant to be one of joyous celebration… one she was intent on making so; though with the way things were in the moment, it seemed it might be a little harder than she had first thought. A gentle sigh falling out through her soft pink lips, she swirled the bright red liquid within the goblet around for but a few moments, her gaze lingering upon the contents, seemingly trying to sort through the thoughts that were so clearly plaguing her mind as she gave no sign that she was planning on moving from where it was that she sat lounged upon her throne.

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♦ The Tahoe Lodge - Earth, Lake Tahoe ♦

Interacting With: Anabella Brie (@Caits), Sebastian Beachley (@YoshiSkittlez), and Herself.

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The familiar sound of her best friend’s voice filled the air of her room as she once again turned her attention back down to the books and folders that were splayed out over her desk- she was running behind on time, and had more than enough decisions to make, and paperwork to fill out and process through. Straightening herself up within her desk chair as she placed the pen down over the open page half-filled with her handwriting, one upbeat song turning into the next as she lifted her left leg up from the ground, slipping it underneath her body so that she could become slightly more comfortable as she once again settled down and back against the cushion, her head dropping back to rest lightly against the top of the padding of the seat as she let her eyes flick up to rest upon the personally signed CD cover that sat open next to the player.

’Eli; miss seeing your face- be sure to come visit me again soon. Love Sebastian <3’

God she missed him… Sebastian was her best friend; one of the only people who cared about her enough to sit on the phone at strange hours of the night, talking about random crap until one of them eventually fell asleep on the other… but then, that was what happened when you lived halfway round the world from the one person aside from family that you truly cared about... The very thought had her heart sinking slightly within her chest as her bright ice blue eyes slowly moved instead to stare sadly at the photo frame that stood tall beside the CD player and the study books that lined the top of the shelves above her desk- the beautiful beach themed frame itself holding a picture of the both of them messing about in the surf together along the beach by his family home back in Australia.

It had been almost a year since the both of them had last seen one another; the last time being when she had taken her two week vacation… the surf, the sand, the sun- it was a welcomed change from the refreshing chill of the snow capped mountains she usually spent her days carving her path into. That’s what she needed… she needed to head off on another vacation; get some time away- competition season was over, well and truly, she had more than enough money saved up to get her back down to the land of Aus for another couple of weeks… it would be a nice surprise for him, not to mention it would be a chance to relax and have some fun as well…

“..nawwe… what’s with the long face so early in the morning..?”

Pulling herself out of her daydream as the sound of her little sister’s voice filled the room from somewhere over by the door, Eliza turned her head against the rest, allowing her beautiful ice-blue eyes to meet with that of Anabella for a few moments of silence before finally, she chose to answer, “Ana… I’m busy right now… don’t you have work to do, or something along those lines..?”

“Wow; okay, someone’s grumpy this morning. What’s wrong; wake up on the wrong side of the bed..? Besides, I think you’re doing enough work for the both of us…” Hesitating in the doorway only the briefest of moments, Ana lifted her hand up, tiredly ruffling her long red locks of hair as she made her way further into the room before finally, she dropped down onto the end of her sister’s bed, “What’s going on with you lately anyway…”

“Huh..? Oh, nothing... nothing; I just…” Sighing out softly in defeat of the fact that she knew her sister wasn’t about to give up until she got answers, Eliza scrunched up her face ever so slightly as she sat forward, her arm reaching up until she had managed to take a hold of the photo frame she had been looking at moments beforehand; her body once again relaxing against the back of the chair as she held it in her lap, a small though still sad smile playing over her lips as she thought back to those days of fun in the sun, “..I just miss going to the beach and spending time with my friends, that’s all… I mean, it’s been almost a full year since I last saw Sebastian; and well, it’s not like I have any competitions coming up anytime soon… what’s stopping me from packing up after Snow-Fest, and going to visit with him for a while…”

“Wait… you’re going back to Australia..?” Quirking her eyebrows in obvious interest at the words that were falling from her sister’s lips, Ana took a moment to herself before finally, she tilted her head lightly to the side, a small though knowing smirk playing over her lips as she did her best to once again catch her sister’s gaze, “..ah-huh, and uh… this little visit of yours wouldn’t have anything to do with the massive crush you’ve had on him for the last God knows how many years now, would it..?”

“I-I-…” Unable to hide the light blush that seemed intent on creeping across her cheeks at just what it was that her sister had said, Eliza lifted her head up from where it had been rested against the back of the chair, her hand lifting up to awkwardly ruffle her long platinum blonde locks as she turned her attention and gaze anywhere but towards the girl trying to get a rise out of her this early in the morning, “That isn’t-… argh, never mind, there’s just no getting through to you, especially at this time… Speaking of which; you better hurry up and get moving or else you’re going to be late for your shift at the lodge.”

“Heheh; and that just answers my question… but fine, whatever you say; I wouldn’t want to be late for my shift, and especially not while dad isn’t here.” Lifting herself up from where she had been sitting upon the bed, Ana couldn’t help the soft and amused giggle that slipped out through her lips as she headed back to the door, pausing only for a moment in the doorway so that she could look back at the blonde, a playful glint flickering across the surface of her eyes before finally, she disappeared from sight altogether.

She loved her… more than anyone else in the world; but God, she could be so tiring at times. Closing her eyes for a moment in order to sort through her thoughts, Eliza once again let her attention drop back down to the photograph she held within her hands before finally, she sat forward once more, her arm reaching out so that she could place it back in its place before she fell back into the chair, a relaxed sigh falling out through her lips as the sound of the front door opening and closing behind her sister wafted up from down stairs.

“..I’ll call him later… but first, time to get back to work…”

I just needed to get away...

Even as she wrote the words, Jamie knew that they would sound crazy to her father, her brother. Yet as she stared at her younger brothers text I miss you already! Stay safe, Jamie! Love Adam, She couldn't help but feel guilty. This wasn't the first time that she had just up and left, that she had just...disappeared. Of course, she had always told them she was going away, but she never told them why. The truth was, she didn't actually know why herself.

Was it foolish to feel trapped, when she wasn't?

She reached up and played with her necklace, that she always wore, sighing and looking out the window, not yet replying to her brother. Her rucksack was between her feet, and there was an annoying teenager sitting next to her, chatting continuous on her phone, the girls parents paying her no mind. The girl was increasingly growing on Jamie's nerves, yet she wasn't sure if that was due to her own troubling thoughts, or something else. She rested her head against the window, feeling guilty, yet...she could never say what drew her to go away, but it seemed that whenever she did, she found a piece of herself, something that she didn't know was lost, but that nevertheless made her feel...just a little bit...whole. Her adopted father, brother had given her everything she needed, and yet....part of her needed to just do what she was doing. Finding...something. It was like having a normal life, going to collage, having a part time job made her feel trapped, and these little adventures made her feel...better.

Was that crazy?

She didn't know. And it was that that made her hesitate in responding to her little brother, even as Tahoe lodge came into view. As the bus began to turn into the lot, Jame looked back down at her phone, and drew in a deep breath, her fingers flying over the touch screen as she wrote I know, I miss you too! Love you, don't be a pain to dad! I'll be home soon, I promise! before putting the phone away in a pocket, and gathering her rucksack. As she waited for the girl to move-Jamie actually considered poking the girl to get her to notice that she was waiting, that they had arrived, Jamie sighed softly. When she finally clambered off the bus, glad to be away from the annoying girls chatter, she looked around. At once, the view astonished her, and she spun about to take it all in. It was just...so beautiful, and she felt...free. Smiling, she started to the building, hoping that there would be rooms available as she jogged ahead of the annoying girl and her family. She hadn't given a thought to booking, just packed, and escaped. She didn't relish sleeping outside.

Laughter behind her made her glance over her shoulder. Annoying phone girl was laughing, a high pitched laugh that set Jamie's teeth on edge, and saying "I know! It's like if you can't dress right, don't go outside! I mean pink and neon yellow? Ick!"

Jamie looked down at her clothes, unsurprised to see that she was indeed wearing pink and neon yellow. Pink leggings, a yellow jacket, and a plain white shirt. She rolled her eyes, finding the girl petty. Like all teenager girls, or like all teenage girls in her experience. If the girl had left it at that, Jamie would have ignored her. But she didn't.

"OMG she just looked at her clothes and rolled her eyes, how oblivious can you be?!"

By now the girl's parents had gone passed her, and we're at the counter waiting to check in. Well, if they weren't going to parent her, then Jamie would do something about it. She approached the girl, who seemed shocked. Jamie merely smiled, flicking ber long blonde hair over a shoulder, she plucked the girls phone out her hand, "may I?" She asked sweetly, before talking into the phone, "I knew girls like you in school, and guess what? Flipping burgers now because they can't count past ten, oh and your little friend? Has had a booger hanging from her nose the entire phone conversation" she smiled again, and handed the phone back to the girl, trotting off without a word, and going to see if she could get a room.

Perhaps luck was with her, as she got a room. Heading to it, she spent a wonderful Half hour showering off the night on the bus, and making herself feel human again. She tied her hair back to let it dry, as she dressed in bright green pants, a blue jacket and brown long sleeved shirt. Her clothes might be eccentric, but what did she care? Taking out the few course books she had brought, she flicked through the marked chapters, and rolled her eyes. She'd look at it later.

Rising, she left the room, key and other essentials going into a pocket. She headed to the lobby, intending to check the what you can do brochures. A few hours of fun was what she needed. And then she'd study. Which reminded her to text her study buddy to make sure she was studying the right stuff. And to call the book store to make sure they knew she was away. And she would have to call Adam, before he called her. But she'd have fun.

Chuckling to herself, she trotted over to the brochures.

Appearing in a quick flash of fire, the smoke had barely enough time to dissipate before Jafar knew that Maleficent was in one of her moods without even having to lay eyes on her. Having been serving his Queen faithfully over the duration of thirteen years, there were certain things that The Serpent King had been able to pick up on rather quickly - most notably being her moods.

His eyes lazily watched as a handful of servants ran past him without even taking notice of his sudden presence, shards of wood and what looked like glass following after them as they screamed in terror and fled for their lives. With a tired sigh, Jafar righted his gaze back to the entrance of the throne room where he knew the center of the commotion to be coming from; where Maleficent resided. Really, he had only left Agrabah in the first place to have a nice, quiet and relaxing evening with his Queen; perhaps share stories from their day with one another - he had a particularly pleasing report on The Evil Queen, Cilla Grimhilde and knew Maleficent to have a few stories of her own, but it didn't look as though he would be getting any of those things this evening. Not when she was in such a mood that had her servants' paying the consequences. It was quite possible that one of Maleficent's stops she had made that day did not go according to plan - his best guess would of been The Lion King; such a sensitive, over-tempermental beast.

Readjusting the grip of his cobra-headed staff, Jafar drummed his fingers against it's shaft, seriously considering just going back to his palace in Agrabah lest he ended up putting Maleficent in an even worse mood by his mere presence. Not to mention, Jafar was never particularly fond of dealing with Maleficent when she was in a mood, it was exhausting, delicate work - like trying to diffuse a bomb without proper instruction. One wrong comment, one wrong look or expression, one lack of a comment she expected from him, and it was all over. But Jafar quickly decided against leaving when he realized then that she would have been able to sense his power the very moment he arrived, knowing that he was here, close by. If he left now, there was no doubt about it, he would have made things very, very much worse. And he knew by experience that such a thing was possible.

There was a soft flutter of wings behind him, a rare-colored macaw managing to slip through the fire portal before it's closing came to a hover over his right shoulder before extending it's talons and coming to a rest there. The bird ruffled it's feathers, it's neck twisting and then shrinking down into its body as it got comfortable on its perch before sitting completely still. Closing his eyes for a moment, seeming to pay no mind at all to the bird, Jafar braced himself for the torrid of emotions that was about to be thrown his way (perhaps literally). Once more, he adjusted the grip on his staff and forced his feet forward, keeping his head held high with an air of confidence that only came with being (arguably) the most powerful sorcerer within all the realms.

Using his fingers to brush away the curtaining lock of hair over the left side of his face with his free hand, Jafar entered the room, tapping the head of the staff against the threshold has he passed it by to audibly let Maleficent know that he was there and entering. His dark eyes looked over the scene in front of him, the corners of his lips curling into a firm sort of smile as though he were trying to hold it back. The room was in absolute shambles. Servants, young and old either lying on the floor, dead from the shrapnel of the carnage, or trying to drag the others away that still had a chance of living. Truly, it was an amusing sight, watching the rabble scurry like frightened rats before him. But he hadn't been the reason for their fright. The woman sitting upon the throne, nursing a goblet of wine was. And it was that terrible power that had him falling in love with her all over again. Truly beautiful as was the woman herself. So long as her anger wasn't directed towards him, anyway. "

"Shall I post a "help wanted" sign on the front doors of the castle, then?" Jafar asked, unable to contain the snide remark in his amused enthusiasm. "Rwaaah! Help wanted!" the bird on his shoulder repeated by its on volition, making it that much harder for Jafar to keep from anything so much as a chuckle. He knew his cheek could only get him so far with her current temperament, however, and decided to move on.

He continued to walk across the room towards her, tapping the end of his cane with every other step he took, it's sound reverberating off of the stone walls to fill the still silence of the air. Upon getting closer, however, Jafar then realized the source of her mood that had his steps faltering slightly, his amused, almost child-like expression shifting into something that more resembled annoyance and impatience. Her outfit... she had been to Agrabah. One small-time quirk that Maleficent seemed to have about her was the fact that wherever she went, she adored the proper clothing for it. Time and time again, Jafar would visit the Moors to catch her in clothes from The Pride Lands, Avonlea, the Bayou, Swan Lake... He always knew where she had been, or where she was going. Though this time... she adorned the garb that was native to his home - the sari of a true, royal Arabian woman from Agrabah. He wanted to smile, the pride swelling up in his chest so much that he didn't know what to do with it - other than the fact that he was also very confused. If she had been in Agrabah... why hadn't she sought him out? Insecurities began to swarm his mind. Who else would she be meeting there? Time and time again, Maleficent had reassured him that there was no one else... but then again, years ago, she hadn't exactly counted on Jafar finding out about her brief involvement with Scar Lionheart.

Jafar did not take the news well. The revelation had the two fighting for the better part of a year before, in an extremely rare and desperate act of wanting forgiveness, Maleficent went out to the Marketplace in El Dorado and purchased for him, with her own gold, the very bird that was perched upon his right shoulder. Though much smaller at the time, and needing much care and attention in its new-born state, Jafar accepted the gift as a symbol that never again would she lie or keep things from him. Though he would forever detest the Lion King - never again trusting anything that fell from his lips, and wanted nothing more than to see him dead.

He wouldn't lie. The thought of simply snapping his fingers and disapearing in a tornado of fire right before her very eyes crossed his mind. Though without knowing the true purpose as to why she had on that specific wardrobe kept him from doing so, needing some kind of explanation first. He instead stopped just a few feet in front of her. With his free hand, he waved it in a small semi-circle at his head height, a plume of orange smoke appearing in her lap and then dissipated. Left behind was a small shard of what looked like glass - jagged and broken off of something much larger and apparently important by the smug look that Jafar then gave Maleficent as he took his free hand and rested it on the small of his back.

"A fragment from our dear Queen Cilla's mirror. It's amazing what one can accomplish when the target succumbs to the effects of viper venom laced into their wine." Jafar told her with an air of pride in his voice. Then, shooting her a side-ways glance, "She's fine. A fraction of the dose we slipped the Lion when he, too, became unruly. But enough to let her know she may have her toys back when she learns to play nicely."

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Othello awoke to the rather persistent sound of his beeping watch reminding him to ingest his pill. A yawn escaped him and he found himself watching the walls melt. When he first opened his eyes every morning there was always a new strange wonder his mind chose to show him. As if his broken mind was still mostly asleep. He looked down at the usually grey but now fushia colored tom that had decided it lived here sometimes. He blinked as it meowed at him.

Othello quickly took the pill that would right his brain and hopped out of bed getting himself ready before suddenly a string of cussing left him. Soon he was running out the door as his assistant watched him with amusement. He hadn't shaved and he was far more casual then usual. He sat in a chair and looked as his therapist seemed to bore a hole into his skull. Thats the third time othello "....I'm not quite as late though....and all things considered- Yes half an hour over a full hour is an improvement for the ever working magician. Othello sighed.

And that was how he ended up on a plane headed to this lodge. Apparently he needed a vacation and of course his assistant agreed. Somewhere away from all the hub bub of everyday life...and he picked this place. Damn the both of them. Lake Thao...well he hadn't really experienced a lodge before so what the hell right. He still thought it was harsh that he was pretty much kicked out of his own home after being handed a packed luggage-as in packed back pack....his assistant almost seemed happy for the break.

Lavender eyes rolled behind sunglasses before he strolled into the lodge and right to the front desk. "Checking in my name is-" the person behind the desk gave a bright smile and a look of recognition oh. They know me. Excellent Othello of course here's your key please enjoy your stay he took the key and turned surveying whom all was here.

Snotty brat off in a corner glaring at a more attractive woman...small family...cute girl amongst them. He felt someone approaching and snapped his attention to them. snotty brat Oh my god Othello! I like totally need a selfie if he could hiss he would instead he settled for straightening before looking down at her. "You're reaching your limit of usage on the word like. So no...I will not take a photo with the likes of you" the girl looked pissed and went to do one anyway.

With swift movements he noped out of there with the help of some magician tricks he had. A thick coverage of smoke seemed to cover the small area and he seemed to materialize behind the cute girl. "I rather hate snotty brats how about you?" a hint of those lavender eyes seemed to peak over the rim of his sunglasses. His back pack still firmly on his back.

@tsubasa

Anabella walked down the stairs, to the reception of the Tahoe lodge, at the moment it was her home, and one Anabella loved. It wasn’t simply the snow, it was also the...atmosphere here. There was just something that she loved about this place. Humming to herself she looked about, before she hurriedly began to check people in, helping the person at the front desk, first a young woman who seemed well pleased with herself, and then a family, who appeared to have one of those obnoxious teen girls who was staring at her phone and frowning. Ana grimaced slightly. Not being what you’d call a… normal girl, Ana had been the source of ridicule at such teenagers expense, and she wasn’t overly fond of them.

She rolled her eyes as her co-worker went a little moony over a guest, but moved onto checking in a family, and that seemed to be it for the rush of check inns, although Anna knew that there could be as many checking in in spurts, or sometimes consistently, throughout the day. She would be on hand if that was the case, for now she left her co-worker at the desk, moving about the lodge to make sure that the guests were satisfied, or if they needed a hand, all the while keeping an eye on the time. She had a beginners class to teach later on, and god knew she couldn’t be late for it again.

Smiling at a woman she had checked in, Ana checked that the brochures were stocked, before she greeted the woman. ”Good day, I’m Anabella, but you can call me Ana. If you need anything, let me know”. The girl smiled at her, and said ”Hi, I’m Jamie. Uh, well, I was thinking that I could try skiing, but no doubt I’ll end up on my ass” Ana laughed, as Jamie did. ”Oh, well, I have a beginners class this afternoon, if you’d like to be in it, I’m sure I can squeeze one more in”.

Jamie smiled brightly, and decided that she may as well have a shot at it. Wasn’t that the point of doing things like this? ”That would be great, thank you” She said, hands full of brochures, she looked down at them, before looking back up at Ana. ”Ah, I need to rent some equipment then”

Ana nodded, looking over Jamie, thoughtfully judging what gear she’d need, ”Well, that can be arr-”

There was a mild flash of panic when smoke filled the lobby, and she thought that somehow, it had caught on fire. And she knew it would be her fault. As the smoke dispersed, Ana saw the guy her co-worker had gone moony over appearing slightly smug, and she vaguely recalled something about the man. He seemed familiar… a magician. Annoyed, Ana stalked over there. ”Just what were you doing? You don’t fool around like that, I thought there was a fire! If you’re going to do impromptu magic tricks, warn the staff, so we don’t panic!”

Jamie followed Ana, a little taken aback, she reached for the girl as she started to yell at a guy, she laid a hand on her shoulder, nodding to the family there. Ana grimaced, and let out a sigh, ”I apologise, Sirs and Ma’ams. I did not mean to make a scene. Please, forgive me”

Moana jumped a little when someone suddenly and quite literally just appeared behind her. She looked at him confused before she seemed to search the immediate area for other people, thinking there had to be someone else he was talking to. With no one else around her, she realized that he had to be talking to her and shook her head for a moment, “I can’t say that I know what you are talking about….”

Othello blinked at her. ”You do see that blonde over there right? The entitled one with the bad attitude” He seemed more concerned than any other person would be about her noticing the other girl...who was still coughing on leftover smoke. He was glad for the cover his sunglasses gave as it concealed the small amount of fear he had. After all seeing things was normal for him, but imagining entire human beings was new.

Moana looked over in the direction he indicated and nodded, ”Yes… I just don’t know why you are so concerned with her and her attitude. Is she really bothering you that much?” She pursed her lips.

Othello straightened and shrugged. ”To be honest yes.” He looked like he was about to say more, but stopped himself when he saw two women coming at him. One seeming rather upset. ”I believe my usual impressive tricks have done the opposite. Have any ideas for hiding?

Moana stood there staring blankly as the woman yelled at the gentleman who stood with her and then he turned back to Moana and well, everything had started to go over her head as she just tried to grasp at words of English and piece together what exactly was happening. Moana shook her head again, “I just got here… I can’t say that I do. I am… I mean… Why are you talking to me?”

Othello sighed as the woman yelled. ”I believe that would ruin the point of impromptu magic if someone you know knew about it?” His arms crossed before the watch that was not really at all a watch beeped aggressively at him. He tilted his head as the woman continued for a moment. ”Fine no more magic involving smoke while I'm here.” More beeping. He paused before dropping his backpack and pulling out his pills. Once taken he straightened and looked at the girl that he had been talking to. ”Why not?” He did not seem to grasp any of what could possibly be wrong with randomly talking to someone. In fact, he apparently does this a lot. Randomly talk to people...randomly do a lot of things.

Moana shook her head once more, “Aua… How do you know I’m not exactly like the blonde and you just haven’t realized that yet… Why of all the people in this lobby did you decide to pop up behind me?”

Othello slid his hands into his pockets. ”Because a rotten person has a certain rotten air about them. You lack it.” His brow raised. ”I do not know. You seemed interesting.” He offered a smile before he paused and removed his sunglasses revealing those purple eyes of his.

Moana pursed her lips and shook her head, “You confuse me,” She said softly before he removed his sunglasses and stared at him for a moment, “Your eyes are… purple?”

She sighed before laughing, “Who thought inland would be this bizarre?”

Othello kept the smile. ”I confuse a lot of people” He tilted his head then simply nodded when she commented on his eyes. ”Well...I am not exactly someone to deal with if you want normalcy.” He gave himself a small facepalm. ”How rude of me I haven’t introduced myself. Othello” He gave a bit of a bow and straightened. ”And I do apologize for getting you caught up in my...bizzareness.” He was a bit all over the place today. Likely being in a new environment and maybe that coffee he had on the plane.

Moana shrugged as he apologized for being odd, “He kotuku rerenga tahi,” She paused for a moment, deciding if she was going to translate what she had just said. Deciding against it, as it wasn’t all that important, she smiled, “Don’t worry… Bizzare isn’t a bad thing. I suppose it keeps things interesting. My name is Moana.”

Othello tilted his head as she spoke in a different language. Confusion swept through his eyes as he clearly had no idea what she just said. He blinked and returned the smile as she spoke in english. ”Pleasure to meet you. Now I should check out my room. I hope we cross paths once more” With that he moved around the people and made his way to his room where he dropped his stuff and looked out the window. Perhaps this forced trip wouldn’t be too terrible after all.

Moana nodded as Othello was suddenly off to wherever it was he had seemed to fancy… he seemed like a guy who went where whims took him. When he was gone, she glanced over at the two girls from earlier and gave a sheepish smile, “I feel like I should be apologizing…”