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The entry hall of Lioncourt's castle is a vast, gothic thing, with deep burgundy tapestries on the walls and matching carpet underfoot. The precisely-fitted masonry has been polished within an inch of its life, the dark stone gleaming sullenly in the insistently cheery light of the newly-installed electric lamps.

Within the high arches of the surrounding baulaustrades, two women intone the same spell, matching each other's cadence: A pale girl, looking little older than a child, and a tall, red-haired woman with serious slate-grey eyes.

As the last syllable fades, twin portals shimmer into existence: the first multiversal party in the Many Worlds is officially underway!

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From:

meletiti_entelecheiai

The gate opens to reveal a stony alleyway, lined with concrete buildings; in the background, great windowless skyscrapers loom ominously over the city. (If Cordelia knows much about architecture at a glance, the skyscrapers are quite obviously too tall for their material; either the stone isn't supporting their weight or they're somewhere with much lower gravity.)

There is not much in the way of sound. A chill breeze, the honking of horns, no idle chatter or chirping birds.

But there are sirens. That is definitely the sound of sirens coming through the gate.

The relevant guest is running right past the gate when it opens, and turns a sharp corner into it without missing a beat. Coming to a neat halt in front of the other end, he steps smoothly into an elegant half-bow to his greeter, not even out of breath. Somehow, his neat red suit isn't even rumpled by his exertions, and his reddish-brown hair is not, in fact, glistening with sweat.

... The effect is somewhat spoiled when he then blinks, steps half way out of the gate, waves his hand to no obvious effect, and then steps back in.

Edited Date: 2015-06-09 01:33 am (UTC)

From:

greatcomposure

Cordelia raises her eyebrows slightly, but doesn't ask.

"Welcome," she says. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time. In exchange for Lioncourt's hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

From:

meletiti_entelecheiai

The man waves his hand idly. "No, not at all. As it turns out, totalitarian governments tend not to appreciate uninvited guess."

Behind him, two uniformed officials become visible through the gate. Though they begin searching the area, neither of them seem to notice the gaping hole in reality, and indeed one of them steps entirely through the gate without passing through to the party.

He bows again. "I am Aisilian Rok'suchi, Mage of the Third Order, and I... hm. Actually, would you be willing to add an exception for the defense of others in that oath?"

From:

greatcomposure

The gate closes neatly behind him.

"I'm Cordelia, Leaf's mother. Currently helping Lioncourt out with the retrieval of her guests. The defense of others is... a well-meaning addition, I'm sure, but seems potentially broad. How about, the immediate defense of others within the castle?"