~ Mirror World - Supply House ~
"Yes, just you. The others...They won't understand. You need to meet Igor, though," she murmured as she shoved her hands into her pockets and hunched her shoulders forward, her tone more than a little conspiratorial. She glanced to the left, eying the closest of the others, who was still out of earshot of her low tone, and then looked back at him with an expression that made it plain that she'd explain herself once they were alone.
She waited until he was ready, and then led him out of the weapon supply area and toward the empty cafeteria, heaving a sigh as a weight seemed to leave her shoulders once they were truly away from the ears of Kazuo's fellows.
"I know all of this has been weird, and you never asked for this, but...If you're going to have this power, then you need to understand all of it. And if you don't want it, well...Igor would be the first place to start looking for a way to seal it, or whatever..." she shook head, raising a hand to her side to wave it in a dismissive manner as she led him through the door into the smallish room that could serve to feed a small force. She hung a sharp left inside and walked toward a softly glowing door set in the adjoining wall.
"I wouldn't talk about this place, either. The others can't even see the door, but you're like me," she said, glancing back at him with a look in her eyes that was part relief, part pity.
She led him through the door, which was actually before the wall and not set in it, and the dim florescent lighting of the cafeteria gave way to a vague illumination bounced through partially-covered mirrors that formed the walls of the room. Rich red velvet covered the floor and the raised dais against the back wall, in the center of which slowly rotated a woman standing in front of a floor microphone, frozen like a statue. She wore a dress fashioned of gray velvet, styled with a sweetheart neckline and a high slit up the right leg. Her mouth, painted with purple lipstick, was perpetually open in vocalization, and her wide yellow eyes were shadowed in a purple a shade lighter than her lips. Her black hair was swept back away from her face and shoulders, with a prominently curled white streak flowing back from each temple. The room was filled with music, although it didn't seem to originate from the singer. Stringed instruments paired with a haunting voice in a soothing descant that emanated from, well...the room itself.
In front of the dais was set a table flanked with two chairs. In one, facing the door, sat a squat little man with shaggy white hair ringing the gleaming bald top of his head. His nose was freakishly long and his eyes bulged with a mad look under bushy black brows. He was impeccably dressed in a black suit with a white pocket square and a thin black tie.
To the right of the table, as the otherworldly twins faced it, stood a woman with blond hair falling in perfectly-coiffed waves that were held back from her face with a purple headband that matched the quilted coat that she wore, cinched at the waist with a wide matching belt. Eight large purple buttons, rimmed with gold that matched the square belt buckle, gleamed on the front of the coat-dress, and her shoes, worn over black tights, were the same shade as her garment. In her right hand she held a large tome with the gilded words "Le Grimoire" printed on it, with a V ringed by laurels decorating the front. Her eyes were the same yellow as the frozen singer's.
The blond woman smirked as she noted their entry, inclining her head as she looked Kazuo up and down, then quirked a brow as she looked to the girl that had brought him to this strange place "Kaoru, what have you brought me?"
"I doubt he's your type, Aston..." she muttered, almost looking off-put by the woman's interest in him. "Anyway, we came to see Igor," she stated simply, moving to stand beside the empty chair across the creepy-looking troll-man and motioning for Kazuo to sit as thing that was obviously Igor steepled his fingers and smiled, showing teeth that were perfectly even and white.
"Interesting...A second one. I find it my honor to welcome you to the Velvet Room. This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. Henceforth, you are welcome here, if you wish to grace us with your presence, young Fool."
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