Enigma's POV:
And…. Freeze frame! I love doing this. Gabriella looks thoroughly bewildered as the world, which world she doesn't yet know, comes crashing to a stop around her. You probably don't think about just how much movement there is around you at any given point. Naturally those two elven women in front of her halt mid-step, but I can see from the confusion in her eyes that she can also tell that the slight breeze is gone, that she can tell that in fact the world here has temporarily stopped spinning on it's axis. Ah, it's good to be powerful. She doesn't know what this display is costing me and I won' let it show.
"Come out Iggy I know you're here!" Well duh Gaby I've been laughing at you for several minutes now. And don't call me Iggy. "I suppose you want an explanation, do you?" I sigh. "You do deserve one". And she does. With a mere thought I make myself visible to her and step onto the balcony she was laying on moments before, choosing one of my favorite forms: a lithe young blond woman with stunning green eyes. This will be difficult to clarify properly to her. This job has many fun little perks, but it also comes with a great deal of responsibility. Including the maintenance of dimension-spanning portals and Prevention Of Intervention By Outside Forces (POIVOF), which is even harder than it sounds. "Like hell I do! This isn't even my main fandom! What were you thinking?" Ooh, I do think our little earthling friend is angry with me. "Shut up. Do you want to hear about what you're supposed to do here or would you prefer I leave you to figure that out by yourself?" To emphasize my point I fade a little, then smirk as she flinches in realization of what her circumstances are. "There's my good girl. Come with me." I extend my hand to her and she takes it with more than a little trepidation. With a blink I transport us back to my home world, Enigma-verse. It's hard for me to remain corporeal in other worlds. I continue with my lecture. "I wasn't really angry with you all those months ago. I was testing you. Many, many of the things I do will be completely inexplicable to you, but they do have purposes." …even if the purpose is only amusing me when I get into ever so slightly sadistic moods. She doesn't believe me. It's not like she has any reason to. Those forty seven minutes in that Harry Potter slash-verse were perhaps a little too cruel. "No, like really. You have potential… which I'm now in sore need of. See, your home-verse has a unique linkage to the other universes. The dreams and literary works of your humans become mirrored in other planets realities So after a little observation I picked four likely candidates for a task I need completed. That would be you and your friends." I can see her thinking. Not that any of this seems plausible to her; I wouldn't want someone so easily removed of her convictions anyway (and the basis of your universe tends to be a fairly strong conviction), but she's analyzing it. "I've been jumping you around to see how well you tolerated it. Your friends…failed. I haven't the time now to tell you exactly what came to pass. Don't look at me in horror like that, I didn't mean for it to happen and I'm sorry about it. Point is, something is seriously out of whack with this universe and I'm responsible for fixing it." "How does this affect me though Enigma?" "Well, Gabriella, do you like Lord of the Rings? Do you? I know you do. If what is starting here continues, the books and subsequent movies will cease to exist in your world. And if it spreads, other things could start dropping off the map. A literary epidemic if you will." I've got her attention now. "What's the problem, who caused it, and what can I, as a mere baseline human, possibly do about it?" Right to the point, that's what I like about her. Though now she's being a little brusque. "I think that it's more like a glitch really. I just have to find out where along the line it is. It's a very complex thing, dimension traveling, and I don't have time to explain all of it to you now. An excessively simplified version is that when a traveler encounters a portal or portation device they are minimized down to particles slightly smaller than atoms, which slide through the cracks between the worlds. Occasionally the formula to put people back together gets scrabbled. The upshot is… the portals to this world are open to several verses that you would term 'normal'. People are streaming in. Bad people. All of whom are now perfect thanks to the messed up formula thing. So essentially we're being flooded with Mary Sues." "Er, that doesn't sound good." "It isn't. They'll try to mess up the Fellowship's journey. You have to stop them-" I cut off her question before she can ask it. "…and I can't do it myself, it's too difficult for me to leave of Enigma-verse for lengthy amounts of time, plus I've got to fight the problem from the other side…are you starting to understand what I need from you?" She was comprehending me for a minute, maybe she's figured this out on her own. She frowns and sits down on one of my lovely pink chair-like rocks. sigh apparently not. "Okaaaaay. YOU join the fellowship and prevent the evil intruders from screwing up the plot line while simultaneously screening out the harmless fools who fell through the portals and letting me know about aforementioned idiots so I can zap them home while I trace where the Sues are getting in and fix it." There, that was about as simple as it was getting. To my horror…she starts laughing. I hate when I have to use humans for these kinds of jobs. "You (laughter), you (more giggling), you want ME to (cackle cackle), join The Fellowship? 'Because you've got a mission that you need my help for? yet more snickering, then finally regains composure You got me this time, now let me go home." This blatant disbelief is probably bad…
A/N That was really fun to write. Enigma's a fun character. Though I was more than a little disheartened by the lack of reviews I fully intend to keep posting, if only because A. I enjoy it and B. somebody is going to kill me if I don't. that'd be OGreatRandom, whom I actually know outside of fan-fiction. She rides my bus. And there are so many things she needs to be thanked for…does it suffice to say that she introduced me to lotr, and that I would never have watched the movies if not for her? Or that so many of my plot devices were her ideas that it's not even funny? Though I continue to stress that this is MY work, even if some of it belongs to Angela, so no stealing thanks. If you review, I'll not only leave you a nice note in my next chappie, I'll review your stories! Promise! Until next time,
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OGreatRandom: see above. Lol.
Miss Celtic Mafia: haha. You rock.