The First Witness

"Hello Ichabod, I’m Sharyn Adams." She curtsies slightly. "I’m guessing that you came here from the United Kingdom?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Adams," he says with a smile.         "I did, yes."

Send my muse lies about people they care for.

ask my character anything you want——anything. they have to answer truthfully.

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

was he sure?!            the expression that fell upon da vinci’s face           was a mixture of offended, disappointed, and           extremely upset.                                             ”It’s perhaps the one thing I am sure                                                  of, Signor Crane. I could prove it                                                  if you like, since word of mouth is                                                  clearly not enough for you…”                     his words were quick and sharp,                     expressing his malcontent at                     the questioning of his identity. he                     would not have said it if he was                     not sure.                                                                                   a confirmation.     he was fucked.           leonardo ducked his head, rubbing           at his eye sockets for a moment.                                                                                       “Shit…. I could use a stiff drink…”                                                      and a good thump on the head.                                                      how the fuck was he going to                                                      get back now? he inhaled sharply.                                 “What uh— — - What am I supposed                                           to do now? This isn’t— Normal.                                           This kind of thing doesn’t happen                                           ever as far as I know. I’m— - Loathed                                           as I am to say it: I’m completely at a loss.”

"I do believe you, Mr. Da Vinci. Through what I assume was very different circumstances, I, too, was taken from my time and placed here."          Ichabod glanced to Abbie, only          to see her with her head leaned          back and her eyes closed. He          took that to mean he was to          be on his own for this. This was so strange, meeting a man who had been ripped from his time, just as Ichabod had been.                "Yes, yes I am sure a                drink is just what you                need."    He sighed softly, hesitating       a moment before answering          the poor man's inquiry.       "We must find out more about    what happened to you. Then we       can find an answer."

For the next five questions my Muse can not tell a lie.

                                        {home}                             {ask}                                                                {about}                     

"Ooh, bowing, that’s new. Are you from here? I don’t remember you." She said, trying to recall the man in her mind.

"No, I am not from here," he said as he straightened up.                  "My name is Ichabod Crane."