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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 6, 2015 22:41:36 GMT
"Something beyond that wardrobe door chased Raubal to his death. Three years later, and on the other side of the North Sea," said Allbrass. "We know there was a golem... perhaps more than one exists. Perhaps something worse."
As he spoke though he was prising apart the gap in the corner, his hands gripping either edge and forcing it apart. Brilliant white light flooded into the room, casting him into silhouette.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 6, 2015 22:59:42 GMT
She pulled her coat tighter around her.
"We're not Germans. We're something better."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 7, 2015 6:45:48 GMT
Oh Marie. Allbrass hid his smile. He continued prising apart the corners of the room, as though he was opening the world itself. Soon there was enough of a gap for a person to step through.
"Alright then," he said, and stepped through, into snow.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 7, 2015 7:05:17 GMT
Marisa sighed and waved her wand at her well worn boots, making them water resistant.
"At least with another golem we'll know what to do."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 7, 2015 9:52:50 GMT
Allbrass nodded.
Turn truth to death, he thought, Emet to Met, and undo the magic that brought life. He'd done the same to enough people during the war, and after it. Whatever their truth was, it had differed from his, and so he had undone the magic that brought life.
There was no sign of life in this snowy wasteland. Plains stretched away into forests of dark trees, high mountains taunted the lowlands around them with their majesty, and the sky was an aching bruise that filled from horizon to horizon.
"If the hiders came here," he said, "They may not have done any better than Raubal."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 7, 2015 9:56:57 GMT
"Perhaps they left...I mean, through the wardrobe. If the people providing them with food were gone, they may have snuck out and found somewhere else."
That's what she hoped, at least.
Her shoes made crunching noises in the snow as she walked, sounding too loud to her.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 7, 2015 10:00:36 GMT
"Perhaps," Allbrass said, "I hope so. Perhaps they emerged into the cellar at the theatre and carried on hiding there. Somebody was I'm sure of it. A lot of people hid Jews, and others, during the war."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 7, 2015 10:29:07 GMT
"The caretaker and manager didn't say anything about it." But then, no one ever did. It was habit. "I wouldn't either. Oh." Something of the conversation she'd eavesdropped on came back to her.
"They were talking about people disturbing the night. The angry man, he complained that no one could get any sleep because people were sneaking around. Might have been the golem. Or others."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 7, 2015 13:12:36 GMT
"Can't imagine the golem sneaking," said Allbrass, "Still it managed to sneak up on me. Perhaps then."
He took a few steps forward, blowing on his hands to warm them.
"Should have brought winter clothing. Have to rely on magic." He cast a warming spell on himself, just enough for comfort, not enough to melt the snow around him.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 7, 2015 13:14:58 GMT
"If it was them, why would they keep sneaking around. They don't have to. It's over."
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 7, 2015 14:14:09 GMT
"Maybe someone else is looking for the wardrobe?"
She'd put her hands in her coat for warmth. Now if she'd thought to bring a hat ...
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 7, 2015 15:34:04 GMT
"Maybe," Allbass agreed. "Either because they know or knew the people inside, or just for the sake of having a portal to a pocket plane."
There was clearly nothing to find on the snowy plains.
"I suggest we head for the woodland. See if we can find anything that may give us a clue as to what's gone on here."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 7, 2015 21:12:49 GMT
"I hope it's not that damn clown." She muttered.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 7, 2015 21:15:23 GMT
"I thought they got rid of that one. The caretaker said so."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 7, 2015 21:27:27 GMT
"What?" Allbrass sounded distracted, "No, the clown was still there. Damn near scared me witless."
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