Lost in Paradise {Open}

[Marcelino Animus]

How odd it was to wake up in a place he had never been before, yet what was even odder was that he could not remember anything of his life other than his own death. Marcelino had seen and heard some strange things in his short life, however he had never heard of anyone forgetting their life story let alone remembering that they died at one point. Yet if he could remember dying why was he standing here in this old castle, these questions would go unanswered for now.

The soft sound of the heal of his boot hitting the stone floor was the only sound left in the castle, there seemed to be nothing else within these walls and if there wasn't it surly wasn’t making itself known. Slender fingers tighter around the handle of his Katana, while his other hand was ready to cast a spell if need be he would not allow himself to be attacked so soon after waking up in this place. The purple haired knight turned a corner and found himself looking down another long hallway, this place was like a maze and Marcelino was starting to feel like a rat. Every corner he turned he found himself looking down another hallway, when he thought he had found a room it turned out to only be a cross road where four hallways met.

He had no idea how much timed had pasted since he woke up, all he knew was he awoke during the night and since it was still night time outside that he hadn't been awake for that long. Lady luck finally decided to shine her light upon the purple haired man, a door way stood at the end of the final hallway. Marcelino rushed down the hallway he was hoping for a way out, however sadly when he pushed the door open he was not greeted with the wonders of nature instead he found himself standing in a rather large room with a raised platform with a throne sitting a top of it. "Lady luck why must you tease me so, offering me a door way which I longed for but yet instead of the outside I find myself in a dead end" his voice echoed around the room, his voice was lacking in emotion yet alluring at the same time.

[Casimira]

[/colour][/i] Indeed, the gypsy mage began focusing solely on one thing: getting out.

Yet her feet, sore as they were with constant walking, gave a protest of their own. Casimira rolled her eyes, but knew she wasn’t going to do anymore walking for awhile. Why should she bother forcing her body - in this endless maze – if there was no exit? Hell, if she wanted to abuse her magic, couldn’t she just cast a spell at the nearest wall? Though Casimira merely grumbled with the assumption she’d just wind up blowing a hole just to another dead end. Silently the female cursed this castle and those who dared to live in it.

Realizing her impatience was going to block her sense of judgment, Casimira thought of the first thing that would calm her. Her tiny hands explored the linen pouch she carried on her, shuffling items in her search for a particular item. Casimira’s lips spread into a wide smile as she removed an ocarina from the purse, already the urge to play it overwhelming. That being so, the ancient instrument was raised to lips and Casimira blew softly while fingers twitched. Musical notes cut through the atmosphere as the gypsy woman twirling on tiptoes gracefully, allowing raven locks to flow in a dancing rhythm. She’d pause before the edge, only to double back while twirling.

Her actions repeated several times, the haunting notes filling the spacious area, before she stopped before gasping. She had seen movement, by the corner of her eye, before the gypsy darted to the edge. Lowering her body down, her lashes narrowed to confirm movement. However, it appeared not to be a monster by form…unless it was a lanky one. Nonetheless the gypsy tossed her legs over the ledge, sitting down and leaning forward with a narrowing gaze.

Words cut through the air, and the woman could not help but to reply to the deep voice. ”Lady Luck doesn’t enjoy a dreary place like this,” her words fell like summer rain, soft and warm with a hint of a possible chill. Her left leg was raised to her chest allowing the gypsy woman to lean her weight on it, her tiny sculpted chin resting gently on her knee. Her linen pouch hung visibly over the edge, the beads glistening in the dull light, during her shifting of weight. Violet orbs focused in on the male’s form, memorizing every visible curve. A strong chin, shaven clean, with sharp eyes contrasting against fair, undamaged, skin. Casimira noted the long, plum, locks that cascaded down over the male’s shoulders. Well, wasn’t this a surprise? To think someone as sophisticated as him waltzed into this castle.

The woman dropped her knee before standing up, toes curling against the stone edge. ”You’re looking for a way out?” A smile graced the female’s lips,”That proposition sounds in favor to me, as well.” With a light bend of her knees the woman had kicked off the edge, dropping to the ground below. During the drop, her lips would release one word. ”Aero.” However the mage let the weak spell be used as a gust, catching her form gracefully and allowing her to land with ease on the stone flooring. Two, almost silent, footfalls echoed as Casimira advanced only two steps.

Once more a sweep over the male, before she knew how to address herself – both as sophisticated but also as a performer. Shifting her weight to her toes, right hand flew to her midriff as her left arm extended outward, the gypsy giving a deep bow. ”I am the mage Casimira. Pleasure,” the ancient soul’s orbs locked with the other's, despite still bowing. ”Yours?”
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