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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 6, 2015 9:46:45 GMT
"Are you okay to stay out here?" Marisa asked Marie.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 6, 2015 14:50:04 GMT
"Wait a moment. This can't be." She frowned at the oscillations. There were periodic bursts in some of the graphs but not or barely in others. The graphs that acted up varied but it was always the same groupings.
"It should be everywhere. Magic flows through the objects, like ... waves. You drop a stone in one place, the ripples show up on the other side. But they disappear inside." She checked the connections. "I must have done it wrong. Or ..."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 6, 2015 18:51:17 GMT
"I think you've done it right," said Allbrass. "Ready?"
He drew his wand and stepped into the wardrobe with one foot, his empty hand outstretched... again the back of the wardrobe seemed to distend away from his touch, stretching, distorting. The cold wind blew stronger now and he squinted to protect his eyes.
Thirteen men...
Alright.
He stepped further forward, and the the view of the others he was gone, just gone. The wind began to die away.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 6, 2015 18:55:43 GMT
She peered around the door of the wardrobe. "Wat krijgen we ... Ah." The proverbial penny dropped. That's why the meters were all off. The sea was bigger in the middle. Much bigger.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 6, 2015 19:07:25 GMT
"Well, I'm glad that's settled, since he's already gone through." Marisa reached out for the back of the wardrobe.
"Shall we?"
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 6, 2015 19:15:01 GMT
"See you there, wherever that is." They needed Hugo back. She wouldn't want to wait around, now the time was here.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 6, 2015 19:15:44 GMT
Marisa nodded and pushed through.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 6, 2015 21:56:47 GMT
Allbrass was standing the the centre of a strange room when the women came through. It did not look strange at first. It looked like a medium sized room, dimly lit though the source of light was not clearly visible. There were two beds in there, a double and a single bed. There was a table, chairs, a stove. It felt though as though it was stuck, motionless, held in time. A room should be motionless anyway, but this felt somehow different, as though it was frozen.
The other strange thing was that the corners of the room were slightly separated one from the other as though each wall was just a little bit further apart from its neighbours than it should have been. And through the gap came light, and a cold wind.
"Onderduikers," Allbrass murmured.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 6, 2015 22:10:33 GMT
She nodded. If Allbrass hadn't said it she would have come to that conclusion herself in seconds.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 6, 2015 22:10:41 GMT
"Well, I suppose whoever turned Marten's friends in wasn't wrong about them hiding someone." If she ever met that person, she might just hit them.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 6, 2015 22:15:39 GMT
Allbrass moved around the room slowly, recreating in his imagination what it must have been like to live in such a place. To be so in fear of your lives that the only refuge was to step into an out of phase dimension, to be cut off from ones own world. Such a thing had dangers attached to it, he suspected. It was not simply another place.. it was an alien place and the human entity did not belong there, no matter how familiar it may have seemed.
A measure of last resort, he decided.
And when the familiar began to break down?
He pressed his eye against the gap in the nearest corner and he saw a landscape of wild winter. Snow stretching away in all directions, and above the snow the sky was deep blue and dotted with strange stars.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 6, 2015 22:17:32 GMT
"Do you think the gaps where here the whole time? I mean..the whole time whoever was being hidden here was...here." She had moved towards one of the other corners, pulling her thin jacket tighter as she did so.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 6, 2015 22:19:59 GMT
"Mm?" Allbrass murmured, still half in his imagination. He glanced round.
"No. Or at least the gaps weren't visible at first. But a place like this, even if it's been shaped to look like a cosy apartment is far from being that. And the disguise will break down over time. This is a wild place, and not a welcoming one. And through those gaps it is more truly itself."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 6, 2015 22:23:38 GMT
"I hope who lived here made it out." She shivered at the possibility, a gesture made easier by the biting cold.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 6, 2015 22:34:01 GMT
From the look of it, it would have begun deteriorating before the war ended. She couldn't imagine that out was better than in for the type of people who would have needed to hide.
"We should go further then. Perhaps we'll find the rest of the missing greenies."
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