Digital Snow - A story of survival

[Therin]

Having clipped his saber hilt back inside his tranchcoat, and followed the hare into and across the inn, Jondyn now enters the dining room in the back, to see Cobalt Katze sitting at a seat down one side of the table. Jondyn nods to the furre, "Cat. How goes it?" before taking a seat on the other side of the table. He raises his hand to forstall the questions of the old man, "I don't know exactly what you are doing here, but my orders are to help you, whatever it is."

[Aindriahhn]

*Aindriahhn sits in a chair, as interested as confused*

[Aindriahhn]

*Aindriahhn sits and waits, trying to work out what the hell is going on, how he came to be here*

[Cobalt Katze]

[Sorry Razor, but in return for reviving this thread, I'm going to have to powergame you slightly since you never posted coming back to the Inn <^.->]

Cobalt raises a brow at Jondyn and nods slowly, looking down at the tablecloth. He then looks up, observing the scene around him.

An old man, dressed in his finest sits at the head of the candle-lit table, hands crossed and waiting patiently as if time did not exist. At the sides of the table sit a red-headed scot, plaid garments dim against the darkness. An orange-furred cat, his purple goggles glowing from the light of the flames. A man in a black suit, barely noticed amongst the others. From an open window appears the hare, his fur slightly mussed. He takes a seat at the table with the rest.

"The four visitors have indeed assembled..." the old man muses from out of nowhere, his eyes fixated on the stained glass window high on the opposite wall. "It has been a long, long time since we have had such a lively cast such as yourselves... Far too long, perhaps. I have grown old... far too old."

Cobalt frowns and looks up at the man curiously, wondering what he is getting on to. He remains silent, however.

The old man suddenly looks all too serious, lowering his head and staring into the eyes of each visitor, one by one.

"But that is not important. What I mean to tell you may not make sense at first. It may not even register in your minds. But I will tell you irregardless. You see, I do not exist... and neither do you. This may be just another normal day in your lives, but I assure you it is far set from anything you have encountered."

He half-smiles, looking again at the faces of the four at the table. "I will now take questions, if you might have any."

[Razer]

(ooc: I did come back to the inn, Cobbi. Check the last page)

Razer toys with a goblet in front of him and returns the old man's stare. He recalls the scene outside a few moments ago.

Razer: "Seems like nothing here actually exists. So since this is your dreamworld, how about telling us what parts we each play. Are we the saviours or the martyrs?"

He manuevers his axe into his hand underneath the table.

Razer: "I don't like the idea of either."

[Cobalt Katze]

(OOC: Oh, woops Ahwell then~ You're there, and that's what matters.. or somfin)

The man smiles slightly, turning his attention to Razor.

"That I cannot tell for certain. You must decide that for yourselves. But one thing is certain: Each of you is here for a reason. What that is that reason? It is somthing beyond even me. But I assure you it will become clear as this night unfolds. Perhaps you are here from some conflict you had. Perhaps to leave you must resolve it. These are all posibilities. But enough speculation."

Cobalt looks up at the man, his tail wavering unconsciously.

"So you mean to say you're familiar with people like us dropping by?"

The man laughs slightly,

"You're quick to figure that out. Yes, it has happened before, but a very long time ago I am afraid. And back then I was a different man, this town a different town. Many things have changed. Perhaps you have changed too."

The furre coughs and looks away, crossing his arms. He mutters under his breath, 'Thought there weren't to be any more speculations...'

The man pretends not to hear and instead looks around the table again, placing his palms together. "Come now, there must be more questions."

[Razer]

Razer "feels" Cobbi's irritation start to grow as a million questions/warnings fill his own furry head. He slides forward a bit on his chair and lays a very curious glance on the drunken Scotsman. Being "drunk" had always been a favorite tactic of the rabbit.

Razer: "Just one, my mysterious host...who's in charge of filling my mug?"

[Therin]

"Well, if we don't exist, how did we get here? I just woke up in one of the houses back there, and I have no idea how I got there. Or, for that matter, what that thing was out there," Says Jondyn with a raised eyebrow. He then turns to Razer, "Do you?"

[Razer]

Razer puts his empty mug down adn faces the stranger.

Razer: "I don't even know who you are."

He extends his paw.

Razer: "The name's Razer...with a Z. I guess this is as fine a time as any for formal introductions."

He glances around the table.

[Aindriahhn]

*Aindriahhns mind clicks back in*

"Lost in my thoughts for a while there"

*Looks at Razer*

"Aindriahhn, I'm Aindriahhn"