[IC] City of Evanthe [Isekai] [Lith x ProxyInc]

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𝕮𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝕰𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖊

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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
—W.B Yeats

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<sup>Wake up . . .
A voice calls out from behind the heavy darkness that seals your eyes shut. It echoes something familiar; the memory grazing your fingertips before slipping back beneath the murky fog inside your brain. Every limb feels heavy as if filled with lead. Unknown scents swirl in the cool, misty air that laps around across your face. Moving seems like a chore. One you intend to give up on before even attempting when something hard strikes across your hip.
I know you heard me the first time,the stranger's voice is tinged with annoyance. You can't just stay on my floor. The pair of ya have to move.

Pair? You struggle to grasp the strangers meaning while forcing your eyes to open. Soft lights fill your vision. Their warm, buttery glow calling forth a dull ache from the back of your skull. The world around you is bathed in a blur. Shapes and colors meld together until your stomach clenches with something sour that threatens to come up. Forcing yourself to turn your head you gaze upon another body laying beside you. As you squint you start to make out it's shape. Whoever is strewn out on the ground in the same fashion you are; looking back at your with a confused look. Between the two of you someone looms. You presume this figure is the owner of the voice. He's tall— well, from your current perspective he looks to be. The light shines off a polished balding dome. Deep creases furrow across his wide forehead. Greying, bushy brows are drawn up while he looks down at you both with an expectant glare. In his meaty grasp the man holds a well-worn looking rod.

"Come on now. We'll get ya some food and ale to help steady ya." His voice sounded loud, crisp, as if he were speaking directly into your ears. But with a cold feeling growing in the base of your spine you realize the man's lips didn't move. Panic begins to flood, giving life to your previously useless limbs. Allowing you to push up off the hard stone floor beneath you.</sup>

[Lith]

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@Lith

<sup>'What,' the thought trailed off while a fresh wave of pain pulsed through the back of her skull. It lingered in lazy loops around her eyes. The world around her was dusted with a haze while she blinked away the ache that plagued her eyes. She felt dry, sore, and mildly numb. Confusion laid thick on her while she listened to the stranger drone on in her ears. How'd she get here? Why was she on the floor? Adrenaline should have kicked in but at this point her body was prepared to just give up and let whatever was to happen, happen.

"W-We, we didn't mean to cause any disruption. I'll gladly pay you for uh, food and drink." Another voice had spoken up.

Imogen tilted her head towards him, taking him in with a judgmental squint. 'Pay? We?' She scoffed slightly before finding the motivation to finally sit up-- at least partially. Who was this man to suggest that she pay. And for what? Being kidnapped? She propped her elbows against the wrinkled dark fabric of her pants, dropping her head into her cupped hands while her mind probed for the last coherent memories from the night prior.

"Pay? Pay with what, hm?" His words cracked with age, wheezing out with a horse whisper as if he had been ages since he had spoken.

Imogen's temper had slowly risen with the panic that had begun to swirl in her breast. She couldn't remember much, Swirls of a bright purple haze. A faint voice who's words and sound escaped her grasp. She couldn't place anything. "Don't mock us!" She winced at the sound of her voice. It wasn't like her to lose her temper, but what else could she do? Her brain puzzled at the missing pieces. Nothing made sense and the stranger's careless tone only further grated against her raw nerves.

"Don't lose yer' head with me, miss. I'm not the reason why you're here."

She looked up in time to watch him shrug his weathered shoulders before stepping back some.</sup>

[Lith]

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