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ᴅʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴀ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅs. ([personal profile] memoriams) wrote in [community profile] finalflight2021-02-10 12:00 pm
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[personal profile] infusion 2021-02-17 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She's whistling a tune under her breath, trying to get the thought of the long-dead people in the front out of her head (although maybe Twisted Nerve wasn't the best for said nerves). Iona takes a deep gulp and exhales heavily; the sight did affect her more than she realized because it brought about memories from long ago, but... Yeah, no. There's no use dwelling on them, not when she has to focus on taking care of herself and getting back to Oren.

Feeling a bit sweaty and certain that there's no one around to ogle at her, the hood of her cloak is pulled back and she looks at the blank wall on the side she's moved to while running a hand through her hair.
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Alright. First thing's first, let's try the card again. [From her sleeve, she pulls out the clear card, the locater for the cafe's door. Her right arm is giving a prickling sensation once again and she frowns, slapping it with her opposite hand.

There's a brief crystalline glimmer as she does so.
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Yes, yes, I get it, probably something magical or leftovers of magical elements. I wish you'd stop itching!

[And so she focuses on holding out the locater to the wall and then turning in a circle to see if it would appear somewhere else, perhaps at the base of some tree trunk? Oh. Huh. Picnic basket.

Iona blinks and puts the card down to go over and examine it.
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So someone does live here?

[Frowning she squats down to see if there's anything left inside.]

Not sure how anyone can eat near the stunning view at the front, but I've served weirder people I guess...

[But if the basket was here and assuming there was someone around, why would they leave it behind unless...?

Iona puckers her cheeks. She's ready to admit that she's not one with much finesse, but Oren's taught her enough about being cautious when she's by herself and he isn't there to back her up. She glances back and forth and behind her.

Holding one hand up to her face, suddenly...
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LOSER SAYS, "WHAT!"
infusion: (Heart's been struck)

[personal profile] infusion 2021-02-19 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoa!

[The sound of metal rings in her ear as Iona leaps up from her squatting position, turns around, and is met with a thin sword at her throat. Her brown eyes are wide at this turn of events and her hands fly up automatically in surrender.]

Whoawhoawhoawhoa...!! H-Hey, you could have gone along with the joke before pointing that at me?

[The first thing that comes to mind is to grab the blade and bend it before it slashes her or impales her in the torso. Depending on who or what she's dealing with here, the sword may not be the only trick up this man's sleeve. The witch tries to register his appearance first, quickly scanning him; pale skin, pale hair and eyes, tall, and looking very menacing.]

Ore—...! Ah. Wait a minute.

[She did it again. Iona takes a deep breath to calm herself even if her heart can be heard thumping against her chest; she is alone and has to deal with this alone. She straightens herself up and puts her arms down by her side to look straight at Alucard.]

Quick question before you try to stab me though?
infusion: (You caught me red handed)

[personal profile] infusion 2021-02-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[My what, big teeth you have— Well, as much as she would like to banter back with this gentleman, Iona figures that she better stand up for herself first.

This is why she reaches for the blade, wrapping her hand around the pointed end.
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First of all...

[And she... Gently? Yes, gently pushes the sword downwards so it's away from her throat. Notably, no blood has been drawn from her palm and despite the casualness of her movement, there is way too much physical strength behind it.]

Please don't point this at me.

Second, I'm actually trying to find my way out believe it or not. Know anything about magic doors?