The Authoress
Sudden realisation clicked in place.
That underlying, nagging sense of something she couldn't quite place had stopped. Mainly because the Authoress had managed to pin down what it was her instinct was attempting to tell her. The plane of existence this dimension resided in was unlike all the other dimensions she'd visited. It was similar to the one the Randomer existed in.
Most people who knew what she was truly capable of always immediately assumed that she was able to will anything to happen on a whim. Perhaps that wasn't quite untrue but it wasn't entirely true either. To use any of her powers or abilities, she had to know which power it was, how it worked, and what she intended to use it for. It may sound tedious to anyone else; however, she had lived with such powers for as long as she could remember. In addition, the variety of her powers provided her with ample loopholes to overcome possible setbacks. As the midget-ah. A change of plans. She may as well drop the pretense. 'Sandra' no longer served any purpose here. As Ga'Ria drained her cup of coffee, she carefully glanced around the Restaurant, Dimensional View kicking in.
There it was. The very threads that held this particular dimension together. She could see them - finely woven and yet, tangled in places. She reached out mentally to interact with them but her action proved to be in vain. They were intangible, untouchable to her. As she had suspected, she was no longer the one pulling the strings here. Much like how the workings of the Randomer were an enigma to her, the workings of this dimension proved to be as such. How intriguing. She had no reason to realise this sooner - encountering another dimension alike to the Randomer was an occurrence that had never happened before.
The Authoress took back the mug from Ga'Ria. She did not acknowledge his appreciative words, nor had she Cledwynn's friendly ones. Her expression had already assumed its natural state - the epitome of neutral dispassion.
When the lights dimmed in an abrupt fashion, the Authoress narrowed her eyes, thought it was not out of surprise. She was aware that she'd made a mistake. Underestimating a dimension was one thing; underestimating the personalities it attracted was another. Had it not been for her belated realisation, she would most likely had been caught off guard at some point. Her gaze flickered over at Levi when he dryly requested for a cyanide pill. He had an idea of what was happening, then. Or what was about to happen, it seemed.
The arrival of the Restaurant's most recent patron came with quite dramatic flair. The Authoress tilted her head slightly, eyeing the dark-haired man. His energy levels were...strange, to say the least. She couldn't quite tell. Stranger still, she hadn't been able to skim off his name from his mind. It was blocked. Though from what she remembered from the conversation between Levi and the Author's Ambassador, the name "D'ren" had been mentioned. It was likely that this was "D'ren" then.
An unprecedented turn of events, indeed. She hadn't needed Sandra to manipulate this dimension at all, as limited as her effects were here. The unique characters this particular dimension attracted had been enough. The Authoress stared back when the assumed "D'ren" sent her a brief glance. She then turned to John, placing her empty mug on the counter.
"Another cup, if you'd please." Her tone had returned to one of impersonality, holding none of the politeness the words offered. While she was more than capable of refilling the mug on her own, it would be rude to do so at a restaurant. It wasn't as if she cared for social ethics but there was currently no purpose in neglecting propriety.
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