Introducing: Mercutio

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio is lying on a very plush couch. It is not where he was, that is clear enough. This is nothing like a tavern, certainly nothing at all like Verona. Even the lights are strange-looking, not flickering or dancing like flame. Is it some kind of faerie-land? Without doubt, it is not any sort of heaven or hell he has read of, though he knows well he should be dead. The lingering blood on his extremely thin, gauzy shirt is proof enough of that. Strangely, he is no longer bleeding, but that only makes it easier to rise from his bed and proceed to look about the room.

Eventually, he makes his way through the house, poking in various rooms until he finds his way to the main foyer. He opens the door and stands in the entrance, examining the gardens and forest beyond; before deciding that it is unreasonably cold outside. There's more proof, then, that this is not Verona, it had been the middle of summer when he had been fighting Tybalt. He shrugs, and proceeds to rifle through the papers at the table, not exactly reading or retaining anything on them. Clearly there are inhabitants, but he hasn't seen any of them yet. A queer faerie-land, indeed.

Comments

[temnota]

"There are a fair number of others," Aleksander answered, trying to be mindful of the residents who were not human. "I don't know the exact count but there is the makings of a small community here. Strange is the word for it, both the house itself and the grounds have their own power. We came here but we cannot leave."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, I have seen." Or assumed, generally, because he can from time to time be smart. "Thou'rt not dead, then?"

[temnota]

Aleksander shook his head. "No. I was pulled here in the middle of a battle. I know other people have... come after their own deaths. I take it you are one of them?"

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, sir, I came the worse in a duel. 'Twas for the honor of my friend, fool though he be."

[temnota]

Ah, duels. Aleksander was no stranger to such things - he'd fought a few in his youth and had broken up his fair share at the Little Palace precisely to prevent such unnecessary death.

"I am sorry," he said softly. "Do you need help? I am no Healer but I know a little of medicine."