Arrival of a Ghost (open)

[DMis]

Several reflective surfaces seemed to ripple before a pair of glowing violet eyes and what looked like a woman's face hidden behind a helm appeared in each. One at a time. The figure seemed to pass between the mirrors as if it was just another daily travel.

[Monolilith]

I mean, he was bound to end up here eventually. Captor's a scientist at his core - a scientist adoringly wedded to two other scientists, whose dad is a scientist, eeeet frickin' cetera. He'd continue the chain, but he finds himself far too mesmerized by the veritable treasure trove of little stories before him. And the rational explanation for Nexus Island and the portals? Oh, don't get him STARTED!

Lucky for the narrator here, he doesn't get started. Instead, while peering over some unfancy spoon and extracting a small Moleskin from his coat, something glimmers at the corner of his eye, and his head turns.

He puts the book back. And keeps the pen in his hand (better safe than sorry, not that pens are good stabbing implements). And he follows the figure's passage.

[DMis]

The figure kept going for a few more surfaces before stopping and looking at the pen weilding man.

The figure held still and became clearer. It was indeed a female figure with an odd helmet. She seemed to be a shade of white that seemed more like a sterile piece of paper. The stark white seemed to be broken up by several wide bands of a dark amethyst color as six squiggly lines came from the figure's back.

"Who are you to grace my presence?" The voice was surprisingly even and had a velvety dark tone to it as the figure floated in his sight.

[Monolilith]

A beat. His brows go up, then one of them lowers as his head tilts, leaving his expression quirked somewhere between bemused and startled.

It's another moment before he speaks, but he does, hands going to his duster pockets (as is their wont) and weight rocking on his feet. "Just some witch. Name's Captor, and not to be presumptuous, but you seem to be at least a moderately powerful being. I can respect that."

[DMis]

A smirk showed on the figure's face as a hand poked out of the mirror. Soon an arm followed with the rest of the figures main body followed.
"A witch you say? This is going to be interesting~" the being offered as the squiggly lines turned out to be tipped with white cone shaped spikes. "Perhapse you can help me find another Witch."

[Monolilith]

"... another - Okay okay okay. Clarification time." He waves his hands a bit, then straightens his glasses. "I mean biological witch. As in my SPECIES. There's a million and THREE definitions of that, all depending on where you're from, and... you are not from where I'm from. BUT!"

With the 'but', a finger is thrust decisively upwards.

"If you want to find someone - anyone - I'm your man. Provided you harbor no ill intent for any being. But I'm sure we can make a deal."

As soon as he can figure out this being's franchise, that is. Give him another post.

[DMis]

The figure blinked as a long wispy tail was pulled out behind her. "Witch is your race? Even on Dominera... I doubt I heard of such a thing," she offered. She looked slightly suspicious at the choice of words with 'strike a deal'.

[Monolilith]

Oh, well NOW he gets it. "Yeah. I come from Overre and Alearth, I could tell you about it." He puffs out his cheeks a bit, then offers a hand. "Mage of Time. I'm sorry if I offend - I'm rather... astonished, regardless of how I may appear."

[DMis]

She watched his movements closlely. "Only demons strike deals and their prices are pretty steep, Captor," the figure offered as she accepted his hand. "You're also not from my charge's session. Our Mage was of Space and the Prince was our Temporal player. Both could give Bolas a run for his scales. Anyways, I am Lilliana."

[Monolilith]

"It's a pleasure, Lilianna - and a demon I am not. Just a providence contractor. I hsve no need for souls or virgin blood or things like that. But I won't push my point." His hand goes back to his pocket. "I'd be happy to help you."

[DMis]

Lilliana took her hand back. "I'm looking for my charge. Her title is Witch of Blood," she stated simply as the squiggly spike tipped lines folded like wings.

[Monolilith]

"Do you have a name?" His head tilts. "Witch of Blood is a good start, but personal details would make this process much faster."

As he explains, he extracts the pocket notebook from his duster once again, turning to a fresh page. He starts scribbling things down - perhaps not facts, but observations.

[DMis]

Lilliana blinked for a beat. "Beth Snider. S-n-i-d-e-r. 5'2". On the heavy side. And last I saw her she was flying away from her brother who had gone grimdark," the sprite offered an odd note of regret was hidden among the last bit of information.

[Monolilith]

His brow tightens at the end, pained, as if he understands. "I see. And you suppose she's on Nexus Island?"

[DMis]

Lilliana nodded. "She had been heading in its general direction... I got lost through the dream bubbles... And yes I know I was supposed to die with the session..." she offered. One of her hands rested on her arm either out of nervousness or the fact she was starting to really care for the on that had put her in this state.