The change in scenery had been quite an experience for Veronica. One moment she was peacefully sitting on her bed, reading through one of her favorite novels, and the next she was being hauled away by some magical force to another world. The transition was so uncomfortable that she couldn't even remember what book she was reading before she had left; she could only recall the tightening in her chest as if all the wind had been knocked out of her. Then came the tumbling. Oh god the tumbling. She had felt as though she'd been locked in a dryer, being tossed around like yesterdays laundry. She remembered seeing brilliant hues of purple and red, matching the same colors of the smug little ball of light that had ever so promptly whisked her away. When the sensation had ended, she arrived stumbling on high platform shoes; something she was not expecting. Quickly regaining her balance, she avoided making a fool of herself in front of her orb companion.
Oh, Bravo! Bravo! the deep, condescending voice of the smug ball of light echoed through her mind,
I'm impressed. Most people arrived crashing and tumbling, but you've exceeded my not very high to begin with expectations! Bravo! Veronica forced out a smile, throwing sincerity to the wind as she mentally expressed her desire to trap the entity in a jar and use it as a night light.
"My, you do know how to flatter a lady. Is that why you're single?" The orb defensively fluctuated at her words, hovering in front of her face.
Don't label me with your petty human romantic system! Veronica had struck a nerve, and a devious smile told the both of them that she intended to milk it.
"Is that the sweet scent of denial I'm picking up? Speaking of sweet scent, is this?" Veronica twirled around, catching a whiff of the lovely scent of red roses. It was a strong scent, but a comforting one. As she twirled, Veronica giggled in delight as the frills of her beautiful new attire danced with her movements. "Oh it's everything I pictured! Right down to the little bow!"
Am I good? Or am I good? Veronica had to agree with her annoying little companion on this one. He had basically turned her into her ideal appearance for a witch. She was worried that the orb would misunderstand and turn her into the wicked witch of the west from The Wizard of Oz. Although being green and controlling an army of flying monkeys may have had its perks.
Veronica wasn't a green monkey slave witch though, instead her physical appearance had remained quite the same. She still had the same pale complexion and her hair, while still the same length, was done up into two very long pigtails that hung from her hair and draped their way down her body. The only notable difference was that her eyes were a crimson red now, pulsing with a magical power that was foreign to her. She was garbed in a rather unique lolita dress, black in color with red hems and white lace. A large red bow sat gently above her chest. Veronica didn't even take the time to look at the world around her, she was too captivated by her new outfit. It may have seemed a bit conceited, but in truth she was rarely this in awe over clothing so she figured now was a special occasion. Before she could have another thought, a great heavy force collided with her, sending Veronica and the unnamed assailant to the ground together.
Oh Dear! Terribly sorry!Kieran didn't remember much about the sensation of travelling between worlds. It was a very brief, uncomfortable experience. No, he was more concerned with the way he had landed. As soon as he had appeared in the dark room, he'd found himself thrown forward and into a young lady twirling around in a dress. He and the girl were on the floor together, in a daze. When he came to, he quickly shrieked in embarrassment at being so close to a lady. He sat up, fumbling to explain himself.
"Oh geez, I am so sorry. Ma'am? Are you alright." Kieran's concerned voice caught the attention of his little companion, a glowing orb with a very deep brownish red hue. The orb had a soft, effeminate voice, like a concerned parent.
Oh Dear! Terribly sorry! Both Kieran and his orb sat there, still pinning down Veronica unintentionally, trying to explain themselves. Unable to stand it much longer, Veronica started batting her fists on Kieran's chest in a flimsy attempt to get him off of her.
"Move yourself from me at once, meat head!" with one final shove, Kieran was pushed gently off of the young girl who quickly stood up and dusted herself off. She looked incredibly sad once she saw that some dirt had stained a part of her dress. Her look of sorrow turned into fierce burning rage which sent a shiver down Kieran's spine. "I hope you're happy. I was just sitting here, minding my own business and admiring my new outfit, and then you show up and ruin it! Can I not have but a simple moment to myself?!" By this point, Veronica's yelling was likely to attract anything outside of the room to come and have them for dinner. Yet this thought didn't stop Kieran from standing up and defending himself.
"Hey! I didn't ask to be sent flying when I arrived! Maybe you should pay more attention instead of focusing on what you're wearing!" Kieran grumbled, standing a good foot taller over the girl. Yet the height difference did nothing to intimidate her, and Kieran soon found his collar being yanked by her deceptively delicate hand.
"The audacity to speak to a lady in such a way! You're worse than that pompous orb!" The shouting continued between the two of them, and their arguments included some phrases that can't be repeated because God is watching.
"And another thi- wait, did you say orb?" Kieran's rebuttal was cut short when he remembered the girl mentioning something about a 'pompous orb', "You have one as well?" It took him a while to notice it, but Kieran's gaze slowly shifted over to the other side of the room where his own brick red orb was mingling with another, violet orb.
Not even five minutes and they're already arguing.Humans are so incredibly predictable.Veronica practically hissed at her orb, deciding to stop arguing out of her desire to show her infuriating ball of light who was in charge here. She glared at Kieran, who stood there and shot the same look back at her. She could tell that he was just putting on the tough guy act, not wanting to be bossed around by a girl it seemed. His fragile masculinity was quite humorous, so much so that it brought a smile to her face.
"Right, I suppose we got off to a rough start. I'm sorry." Despite what she was saying, if you were to read between the lines and listen to her tone and menacing smile, it would become more apparent that she was saying something along the lines of
eat dirt you washed up turd. However Kieran wasn't great at reading between the lines, so he mistook her apology for being something actually sincere.
"No, I should be apologising. It was my bad. My name is Kieran Croft, by the way." The young boy smiled, putting his hand out to shake hers. The girl stood there, staring at it as if it were a piece of garbage rather than a young gentleman's hand.
"Veronica Winchester." She replied. Without another word, Veronica turned away from the young boy and walked outside of the temple entrance. Kieran rubbed the back of his head, sighing. Not off to a good start here.
He hadn't taken notice before, but Kieran's outfit had also changed. He was adorned in what he could only describe as a modern day samurai attire. He wore a sleeveless hoodie, draped in a cotton overcoat that started at his shoulders and went all the way down to his waist before being tucked into his pants and held up by a black piece of fabric. His pants were loose, stretching down to his ankles before wrapping around his feet like a pair of tight socks. At his waist he felt a sheathed blade.
I hope the outfit is up to your standards. Kieran smiled at his orb companion, admiring himself a little more. The young boy flexed his arms, striking a pose for his orb companion.
"I look pretty damn good, don't I?" He asked confidently, relishing his cool new outfit.
Alright, let's not get big headed now. Go and meet with your other companions. The thought scared Kieran, especially since Veronica had reacted so poorly towards him. Yet he supposed it couldn't be helped.
Meanwhile Veronica was already out in the open, admiring the scenery. It didn't look like the moon, but that was hardly the first thought that came into her mind. She approached the group of strangers with their own orbs, bringing with her the scent of roses. She cleared her throat and spoke up to the group, holding her head high.
"So I presume we're all here under the same circumstances then? Good, so I won't waste words." She didn't even give them a chance to respond before deciding to introduce herself to them. "I'm Veronica Winchester. I'm a Witch." She stood up straight, staring at the group with piercing red eyes. She was trying to seem powerful, wanting to gain respect in the group. Unfortunately her plans had not counted on Kieran coming up behind her and cheerfully draping an arm over her shoulder.
"Hey! So we're getting acquainted here?" The happy go lucky tone of the boy was nothing short of insufferable to Veronica, and he'd completely ruined any chance of her making the right impression. "Veronica and I already met, so we're practically thick as thieves. My names Kieran Croft, and I'm a badass Samurai!" Kieran proclaimed, directing a thumbs at his chest while he stood close to Veronica. Kieran couldn't see it, but the rest of the group could probably make out Veronica's desire to strangle the pig headed idiot by the menacing expression that was plastered across her face.
