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Keith ([personal profile] fighterpaladin) wrote in [community profile] fableshards2018-10-18 01:38 pm

Day 4 || Shard 001

[Keith stares at the mirror shard for a while, his eyebrow raising.]

... Is this-- [Oh. It is. It... does seem to be working. Or well, at least, he isn't seeing his reflection anymore. Then again, he isn't all that sure of what he is seeing, either.

Ah well. Here goes nothing.]


...

[................. 'Hi?' 'Hello?' ... That sounds so stupid. What-- What's he supposed to say? How should he even start this...?

...]


I--... Uh. [Clears throat slightly.] ... My name is Keith. And... I'm a paladin of Voltron. [Awkward pause. He lifts his eyes up from the mirror, for a moment, and seems to communicate with someone through facial expressions alone before returning his attention back to the mirror again.

He frowns.]


... No one we've talked to so far seems to have any idea of where we are or how we ended up here. Is it the same for all of you? Any information you might have could help us figure out how to get out of here.

[He pauses again, before--]

If any of the other paladins are listening: Guys, come in. All you have to do is look at the mirror and-- uh. Speak. ... I guess. While thinking about... wanting to speak. [... wow. Smooth.] Just. You know. Look at the surface, think that you want to talk to people, talk. Figure it out. But do it. I'm with Lance, but we don't think the Red or the Black lions are anywhere around here. It's been four days and we haven't heard or seen any of you or anyone else that was with us. So if you are here, say something.
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[personal profile] forhyrule 2018-11-01 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The broken piece of mirror is speaking.

The one Zelda found in the leather bag with her clothes when she first awakened in the forest, that she nearly cut herself with by accident. The one she held onto for some inexplicable reason, that she couldn't bring herself to throw away. The one she left resting on a broken piece of furniture in the little cabin she had claimed for herself by the lake with the other strangers who weren't sure what they were doing here. That mirror is speaking.

And, conveniently, sharing instructions for its use as Zelda hurries over to where she left it and carefully picks it up. The reflection looking back at her is not her own, but an unfamiliar male face.

"Say something," the young man says. Yes, she should say something. ]


... I... am here, Paladin. [ Says awkwardly the young princess to the mirror in her cupped hands. She cannot help feeling immensely foolish, like she's talking to herself. Could this actually be some kind of illusion? ]
Edited 2018-11-01 22:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] forhyrule 2018-11-05 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Zelda's eyes widen in surprise as the man on the other side speaks again, this time looking directly at her. She almost hadn't expected a response. ]

... I, I did, yes. [ She manages to reply self-consciously. She can't help feeling a bit like she's talking to herself.

Zelda lifts the shard closer to her face to get a better look at the man on the other side. A paladin, he introduced himself as. Blue eyes scrutinize Keith's features, searching for any hint that he might be a knight of her world. But nothing about his appearance is familiar to her, and his style of dress (from what she can see) is not Hyrulean. He is no more likely to be of Hyrule than Mordred.

Besides, she didn't recognize the name 'Voltron' either, which was telling in itself. A named corps of knights would not go unknown by the young princess. ]


My name is Zelda. I am the Princess of Hyrule... should you recognize the name. [ There's still a bit of a hopeful tone to her voice, even though she's pretty sure she knows what Keith's answer will be. ]
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[personal profile] sharpshooterpaladin 2018-11-06 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lance hears Keith ask about Altea, and he's abruptly up and half on the couch, leaning into the feed next to Keith. His eyes widen momentarily, like recognition, and he opens his mouth to speak but falters.

That person clearly isn't who he thought he recognized.

He only belatedly realizes he just barged into a conversation, but he's barely sheepish about it. ]
Uh, sorry, don't mind me. Same question.