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[tomb_raiding]

[If you're happening across the Keep grounds at this particular time, you might have caught a glimpse of a woman scaling the wall. She's certainly an unfamiliar face in either event.

If you're a second too late, you'll see instead this woman standing on the wall-walk, with a video camera recording the scene. She's mumbling to herself, dictation most likely. If you approach, this is the last of what you'll hear:]

...is this the effects of touching Thor's Hammer? It's hard to say. I didn't think Avalon would look quite like this.

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[onehellofaparty.livejournal.com]

[Dante was passing by just in time to see the woman reach the top of the wall. He snorts when he hears her.]

Sorry to break it to ya sweetheart, but this isn't where you think it is.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[Lara snaps the camera closed and turns to look at the person. Sweetheart.]

Lara. If I'm not in Avalon, would you be so kind as to tell me where I've ended up?

[onehellofaparty.livejournal.com]

[Well, getting her name wasn't very hard.]

I don't know where exactly we are, but the place is called Holloway's Keep. I do know that it's the kind of place that'll kill you if you try to leave, so you might want to be careful.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[She's not your sweetheart.]

Holloway's Keep.

[Definitely not on any map she's ever seen.]

It's good to know whatever has brought us here intends we never leave.

[Natla....? Did she do this? Does she even have the power to do this?]

[onehellofaparty.livejournal.com]

[Everyone's his sweetheart.]

It's definitely one of the more hospitable places I've gotten stuck. I don't plan on being stuck here forever, though.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Oh is that right?

[Lara puts her camera away so she can put her full attention on Dante.]

You make it sound so easy. What makes you think our gracious host is going to let you waltz out of here?

[onehellofaparty.livejournal.com]

I don't think he is. But I'm gonna try my damn best to get the hell out of here anyway.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

That's because it doesn't. You might want to get your hammer checked.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[......]

So you've been to Avalon then?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

No not at all, but I know this isn't it.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Realizing that. No thralls.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Now is that a good or bad thing?

[Oh please don't be some kind of blood mage.]

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Well I suppose that depends on whether or not you like them to gnaw on you.

Not my personal favorite activity.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Oh goody, not a blood mage then.]

Can't say that it's mine either. Personally I prefer treasure hunting with a side of adventuring and solving everyone's problems for them.

[Pause.]

Thinking about taking up knitting too.

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus the faun has rather the penchant for keeping himself active while living here at the Keep. The fact that this is doubling as him looking for Odette is a small matter that he is not broadcasting just yet. Not like it's bothering him, or anything... nope...

His thoughts are turned rather inward, his hooves clipping lightly across the snow covered walls over the Keep wall-walk. As a dark haired woman suddenly appears, having scaled the wall rather than taken the stairs (wtf, Lara??), the faun pauses and watches her for several moments.

Then he coughs softly into his fist, ears flicking forward.]

Ahh... I'm t-terribly sorry, miss, b-but this is certainly not Avalon...

[And WTF are you wearing???? Aren't you cold???]

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[Certainly not, Tumnus. Lara has just arrived from the Arctic, so she is dressed quite warmly (http://www.wikiraider.com/images/d/dd/Winter_heavy_outfit.jpg). But your concern is appreciated. She notes him and once she realizes he is not a threat, decides against going on the offense.]

Are you familiar with the location?

[faun_tumnus]

[Well, thank heavens for that! Heaven knows, you don't need to be tromping around in booty shorts and a tank top in this weather.

So says the nearly naked faun.

He studies the unfamiliar woman curiously, clipping forward, but not moving into her personal space. It's just easier than shouting across the wall-walk, you see.]

A-avalon? Well, I h-have read of it, to b-be certain. This place, h-however, is known as Holloway's Keep...

[He gestures with one hand to indicate the area at large.]

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Have you?

[Are they thinking about the same Avalon? She watches him as he moves closer. He's a faun, and her natural reaction to mythological beings will be to shoot first and ask questions later. If there's anything left.

But Tumnus has spared himself this knee-jerk reaction, by simply being nice.]

Holloway's Keep. [Explains the castle.] Damnit.

[faun_tumnus]

[The faun nods, bushy hair shifting about his bearded head. He scratches at that same beard, head tilting slightly in thought.]

Well, an Avalon... Mind you, I have learned that there are distinct differences between places one might think they are speaking of; particularly amongst the residents here.

[Lara, please to not be beating up or otherwise crippling the Keep faun; he's really quite sweet and gentle souled. He studies the bundled woman rather curiously, having noted that she doesn't seem at all startled at his being a faun; nice change, that.]

Yes, I'm rather afraid you're not likely at all where you think yourself to be... or, possibly, when you expect yourself to be. Time and such seem to have no particular meaning here.

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

[A fairly tall man from below halts all action to lift his uninjured arm above the base of his brow -- a move to validate what, in fact, he was witnessing. A woman scaling a wall? What in the bloody dragon's pit? Albel's eyes narrow in concentration, a scowl upon his lips. Was everyone in this place daft?]

Just what do you presume you're doing up there?

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[Lara has long since put away her camera and is simply taking in the view. It was wishful thinking, but she was hoping to catch sight of a landmark, anything to give her some kind of idea as to where she was.

The voice breaks her concentration and she frowns as she turns to look at the owner. That's classified info, brosis.]

It's hardly any of your concern.

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

[Classified info means as much to Albel as extended philosophy means to a child. A taunting scoff emits from Albel's mouth as he settles his weight on a hip, giving the woman a quick once over. If she was a spy of sorts, then he'd certainly had enough of those types.]

If you plan on situating yourself up there like some mindless bird, then I'll be more than happy to let you know that it's completely useless. You're not to find any escape within reasonable sight on this turf, woman. I've already tried.

[Translation: If Albel can't do it, then no one can. At the very least, that's want he'd like to think.]

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

[In the few minutes she's been standing here talking to Albel, her opinion of him has changed rather dramatically. Neutrality is easily giving away to annoyance.]

And if I do? I don't see how it affects you. Or is it your habit to be nosy?

[virulentrouge.livejournal.com]

Heh! And to think that I was simply gesturing a hand of advice... how inconsiderate.

[tomb-raiding.livejournal.com]

Perhaps your advice would be better received if you didn't speak to me like I'm a child.