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Characters: Iceland + Herra (Puffin) - you may choose to not have Herra talk if you wish.
Setting: Fourth floor
Format: Prose or Action is good
Summary: Iceland is tuning out as he is trying to figure out what in the world is going on---or the world that used to be a world. Then there is an argument. 
Warnings: I dunno.

Glass.

Beyond the horizon was nothing more than a heap of unexplainable objects, all broken and bettered beyond recognition - things that had a significance but was now merely part of a whole nothing. The hazy plume was on the prowl, lurking around the territory he claimed as his. His gray coat percolated the area in a strangely enchanting way. Iceland was watching. He stood in the middle of the wide glass panel. The vista was endless. Grotesquely beautiful. Curious and yet familiar. He was sure that he was unsure; he felt ambivalent about how he felt about the view.

Ah, then he remembered what he had forgotten. 

Iceland prodded Herra, who has been sitting on his left shoulder quietly for the longest period on record (4 minutes). "Were you the one who ate that bag of licorice I opened the other night?"

"Err---" began the black-clad bird in a gruff baritone voice, "Well ya left it open fer a reason, didn'ya?"

"I let you eat the other bag."

"Ja but ya ripped me off. There was only half of nuthin' in there!"

A small quarrel ensued.

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[froghunting.livejournal.com]

Mercedes waited for the young man to make it through his pauses, realizing that yes the bird was probably right. He didn't seem it at first but now she could tell that that fit this boy well enough, he surely seemed that way.

But what is this? "Oh," she sighed, looking a good bit relieved at that. "Finally. I've yet to find anyone who's seen one before or even heard of Ringford. Thank goodness. I am not the only one to survive."

She looked him over curiously now, trying to assess now where he might be from. "Your hair is pale, are you from Ragnanival maybe?" It would explain the strange beast he had with him, Mercedes was not familiar with everything that dwelled in that icy place.

Even if it was a survivor of her home's enemy, she knew that now that probably didn't matter. go ahead break her dreams

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He stared at the girl as confusion made him furrow his brows. However, Herra beat him to it when he said, "Ringford? N'ver 'eard of that. Don't think it exists on our map, eh Island?"

"Nei. Sounds like... a place England would name his town." Iceland replied his companion coolly. Then he made faint connection between that word he presumed to be a name of a city or a province. It had an uncanny resemblance to Ragnarok - only by a little. Then again, he did remember seeing all sorts of strange characters who dwell in this very complex. He had long ago supposed that there are alternate universes.

But if she is indeed an English fairy, Iceland might consider being a little mean to her. Just because.

Turning his attention to the fairy, he confessed, "I don't... believe so. You are not England's friend then, are you?"

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"England?" She couldn't hide her disappointment, letting her hope slowly diminish. It was a bit of a jump to assume that, wasn't it? Just because he knew of fairies didn't mean a thing. Mercedes looked down.

"I've never met an England either. And Ringford is not his kingdom, he wouldn't have the right to name it," she answered, quickly checking herself.

She sounded too defensive, there wasn't any reason to take it out on this guy. She hadn't spoken about her country since she'd come here so perhaps a change in subject would be best. "Still, t'is reassuring that you and others from your home have fairies. I am Mercedes."