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[Johanna had been wanting to play with the so called "Magic Dirt" for some time now, having heard of it from the various constructs others had created of the stuff. Now, having collected said substance through an ordeal that has left her with a few scratches and more then enough annoyance for a single days work, Johanna set to work bringing into existence the one thing nessary for her to live a comfertable life in this strange, and to Johanna, rather irritating place, a replica of her beloved home that now sat in the English countryside several worlds away.
The building itself is rather nondescript, two-story, Victorian, affair colored a lovely shade of white and surrounded by an array of carefully planted flowers. The buildings innards roughly it's exterior and is decorated in a style that would seem woefully out of date to anyone born after the second world war. Johanna's bed room lies towards the front of the buildings second story and follows roughly the same style of decoration as the rest of the home, save for the fact that almost ever item in the room is some shade of black and their is but a single window to provide light to the rather depressing looking sleeping quarters.
Finally, located near the buildings staircase is a rather plain looking door that remains perpetually locked unless opened by the home's owner. If one is lucky enough to convince Johanna to open the portal, or stupid enough to break in, one will find themselves in the midst of what appears to be some kind of laboratory. Though stocked only with the basics needed for chemical and biological study at the moment, the darkness of the room and various sharp implements everywhere are still enough to unnerve those with a weak will.
After touring the newly minted structure, Johanna again steps outside in the afternoon sun and admires her handiwork. Though not smiling, the Necromancer rarely did, she still seems rather happy with things.]
The building itself is rather nondescript, two-story, Victorian, affair colored a lovely shade of white and surrounded by an array of carefully planted flowers. The buildings innards roughly it's exterior and is decorated in a style that would seem woefully out of date to anyone born after the second world war. Johanna's bed room lies towards the front of the buildings second story and follows roughly the same style of decoration as the rest of the home, save for the fact that almost ever item in the room is some shade of black and their is but a single window to provide light to the rather depressing looking sleeping quarters.
Finally, located near the buildings staircase is a rather plain looking door that remains perpetually locked unless opened by the home's owner. If one is lucky enough to convince Johanna to open the portal, or stupid enough to break in, one will find themselves in the midst of what appears to be some kind of laboratory. Though stocked only with the basics needed for chemical and biological study at the moment, the darkness of the room and various sharp implements everywhere are still enough to unnerve those with a weak will.
After touring the newly minted structure, Johanna again steps outside in the afternoon sun and admires her handiwork. Though not smiling, the Necromancer rarely did, she still seems rather happy with things.]
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Spotting the distinctive building, and it's equally distinctive owner, Reeve makes her way closer. Having taken it all in, she approaches the young woman-- who seems to be pleased with her creation, from what Reeve can tell.]
Lovely, isn't it. The way white paint tones differently during each hour of daylight. It's beautiful now-- I'll have to come by and have a look in the morning.
She smiles, hands in her pockets.
Is this a replica of your home? It's quite nice.
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[She realizes she's going on. Which she tends to do. Also, that she doesn't know the woman's name. Or anything else about her. She smiles, extending her hand.]
So sorry, the name's Reeve. Reeve Tuesti. Have you been here very long?
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