The Character Development Threads
are a series of character development/shared story threads where you may bring your own characters to interact with other characters in a mundane—or a not-so-mundane—setting with a loose Story Arc. Originally a NaNoWriMo
exercise, it had expanded to become a regular staple of the Writer’s Block forums.
In spite of the possibly harrowing length, fear not Continuity Lock-Out
nor Archive Panic
; one of us would be glad to fill you in with a brief recap of what is going on if asked. Or even better, have a glance at the last two pages. For guidelines, please check the Character Development Thread
If Bianca recalls correctly, she had once been told that the chance of a portal malfunction was about a hundred to one.
The fog and springy moss beneath her boots told her that she had encountered that once chance.
The tiny young woman in the frilly wool dress squints, trying to make out the landscape, but the fog is too thick. All she can make out are vague, rolling shapes. Hills? Mountains?
Bianca looks to her metal right arm, where the goddess is housed.
The reply is faint. I do not know this place. Be careful. Something is stifling me… I cannot help.
The panic begins to set in and Bianca twirls her black, silky hair around her finger, trying to think clearly. She is buffeted by a gust of wind, but the ammunition and clockwork rose petals in the pockets sewn into her petticoats ammunition and clockwork rose petals in the pockets sewn into her petticoats and the lining of her skirt weigh them down, so only her hair is affected. Slightly annoyed, she holds it back so she can take off her right earring. It turns into a revolver.
She seems to be surrounded by water, standing on a finger of land jutting into it. Well, water is always a good thing. Bianca kneels at the water's edge and tries to think about her options. Water means survival. Perhaps she can find others here, that can help her.
She squints. Is the water steaming?
She pokes a finger into it. It's nearly boiling. This must be a hot spring.
What else is around here?
The spring sits in what looks to Bianca like a crater blasted into the earth, about ten feet high. After much struggling and ripped stockings, she climbs out with the help of rocks and depressions in the wall, along with magic to make her own handholds if necessary.
She is greeted by a forest of what she thinks are pine trees, but the needles are thinner and more feathery. Afraid that she'll be lost in it if she proceeds too far, she lies down underneath one, hoping that the fog will be thinner when she wakes up.
edited 25th Sep '11 5:03:26 PM by snowfoxofdeath