((Taken from live play. Thank you to Copperfield!))
Another anonymous hotel room. Another place that looked like a thousand others before it, all spread out along the line of their past like pearls on a rich woman's necklace. After the bottom of Chimera's stomach dropped out, she opened her eyes and found that wherever they were now, it was dark. Could be night. Could be underground. Could be some sunless hell hole.
One might think a user of magic would be accustomed to magical travel, but this is not the case for Copperfield. He's currently clutching his stomach and taking deep breaths, silently willing himself not to puke all over the floor. Teleportation sucks.
Her Sig Sauer was still strapped into the small-of-back holster; she could feel it pressing against her spine. A light pat to the outside of her right leg revealed the folding knife was also still in the thigh pocket of her black cargo pants. "Wizard" O" sommes-nous?"
Sure, she'd ask him to speak now. Breathe, breathe, gulp. "The hell should I know?" he barked grumpily.
Chimera blew out a breath and stood, moving silently to the window and taking a peek out. The cityscape did not help to identify where they were. It was dark; there were few electric lights and even fewer automobiles. They could be anywhere in the third world or even another world entirely. "You were not told?" she inquired softly.
The warlock shook his head irritably. "They never tell me anything unless I beat it out of them." He's not really in a bad mood; this is just his usual state.
Still not turning around, she said in an emotionless voice, "Then perhaps you should earn your keep and Look, ne c'est pas?"
Flapping his hand in vague, wordless protest, he sets about doing just that. It's his job, after all. He covers his mouth like he's coughing or something—even in private, it's second nature for him to disguise his magic use—he mutters a spell and looks around, clearly seeing more than the little room they're in.
Only now did she turn away from the window and move across the room, standing just to one side of the single door. She leaned casually with her back against the wall, arms loose and hanging down at her sides as she watched the warlock go about his magic.
"We're in some kind of...hotel," Copperfield announced. "There's a bar downstairs. What looks like a Viking woman...some blue-haired buffoon throwing peanuts....This is odd. Everything's lit with torches. I don't see anything electrical in the whole place. Where the hell are we?" He opens his eyes and glares at the door like he blames it for being here.
"Did I not just ask you that?" Sighing with impatience - the wizard was such a fain"ant - she carefully pulled the door open just wide enough to peer out. What she found was a hallway, a rather plain, unremarkable hallway.
"I was being rhetorical," he mutters.
Hand snaking into her pocket and curling around the handle of the knife, she pulled the door open even wider and stepped through it. The hallway was empty, but the sound of people conversing drifted up the staircase at the end of the hallway.
Heaving a put-upon sigh, he walked out into the hallway. "I would have said if anyone was waiting for us, you know."
The wizard's constant prickly attitude was no longer much of a concern for the blas" Chimera. After working together for so long, she was quite used to him and no longer felt the constant urge to feed him his own tongue, as she had when they had first begun working together. Flattening her back against the wall, she moved quickly and silently down the hallway, pausing at the head of the staircase and crouching down to peer down into the room below.
Following along right behind her, he automatically kept to the shadows, peering right over her head down the stairs in silence.
"What do you think, wizard" Shall we sally forth?"
" 'Sally forth'" Are we going down the stairs or storming a castle, woman?" Grumbling, he flaps his hand again, this time in the general direction of downstairs. "Let's go already." He adds as an after thought, "And don't call me wizard. I'm a warlock."
With that urging she heads down the stairs, careful to stay to the side closest the wall, where the treads were less likely to squeak. The commons room of what appeared to be a medieval-era tavern was revealed as she descended lower.
Copperfield picks the most shadowed side to walk down, not because he's trying to hide from anything in particular, but because it's his nature to do so. "Maybe we will be storming a damn castle," he mutters when the anachronistic nature of the place hits him again.
Another anonymous hotel room. Another place that looked like a thousand others before it, all spread out along the line of their past like pearls on a rich woman's necklace. After the bottom of Chimera's stomach dropped out, she opened her eyes and found that wherever they were now, it was dark. Could be night. Could be underground. Could be some sunless hell hole.
One might think a user of magic would be accustomed to magical travel, but this is not the case for Copperfield. He's currently clutching his stomach and taking deep breaths, silently willing himself not to puke all over the floor. Teleportation sucks.
Her Sig Sauer was still strapped into the small-of-back holster; she could feel it pressing against her spine. A light pat to the outside of her right leg revealed the folding knife was also still in the thigh pocket of her black cargo pants. "Wizard" O" sommes-nous?"
Sure, she'd ask him to speak now. Breathe, breathe, gulp. "The hell should I know?" he barked grumpily.
Chimera blew out a breath and stood, moving silently to the window and taking a peek out. The cityscape did not help to identify where they were. It was dark; there were few electric lights and even fewer automobiles. They could be anywhere in the third world or even another world entirely. "You were not told?" she inquired softly.
The warlock shook his head irritably. "They never tell me anything unless I beat it out of them." He's not really in a bad mood; this is just his usual state.
Still not turning around, she said in an emotionless voice, "Then perhaps you should earn your keep and Look, ne c'est pas?"
Flapping his hand in vague, wordless protest, he sets about doing just that. It's his job, after all. He covers his mouth like he's coughing or something—even in private, it's second nature for him to disguise his magic use—he mutters a spell and looks around, clearly seeing more than the little room they're in.
Only now did she turn away from the window and move across the room, standing just to one side of the single door. She leaned casually with her back against the wall, arms loose and hanging down at her sides as she watched the warlock go about his magic.
"We're in some kind of...hotel," Copperfield announced. "There's a bar downstairs. What looks like a Viking woman...some blue-haired buffoon throwing peanuts....This is odd. Everything's lit with torches. I don't see anything electrical in the whole place. Where the hell are we?" He opens his eyes and glares at the door like he blames it for being here.
"Did I not just ask you that?" Sighing with impatience - the wizard was such a fain"ant - she carefully pulled the door open just wide enough to peer out. What she found was a hallway, a rather plain, unremarkable hallway.
"I was being rhetorical," he mutters.
Hand snaking into her pocket and curling around the handle of the knife, she pulled the door open even wider and stepped through it. The hallway was empty, but the sound of people conversing drifted up the staircase at the end of the hallway.
Heaving a put-upon sigh, he walked out into the hallway. "I would have said if anyone was waiting for us, you know."
The wizard's constant prickly attitude was no longer much of a concern for the blas" Chimera. After working together for so long, she was quite used to him and no longer felt the constant urge to feed him his own tongue, as she had when they had first begun working together. Flattening her back against the wall, she moved quickly and silently down the hallway, pausing at the head of the staircase and crouching down to peer down into the room below.
Following along right behind her, he automatically kept to the shadows, peering right over her head down the stairs in silence.
"What do you think, wizard" Shall we sally forth?"
" 'Sally forth'" Are we going down the stairs or storming a castle, woman?" Grumbling, he flaps his hand again, this time in the general direction of downstairs. "Let's go already." He adds as an after thought, "And don't call me wizard. I'm a warlock."
With that urging she heads down the stairs, careful to stay to the side closest the wall, where the treads were less likely to squeak. The commons room of what appeared to be a medieval-era tavern was revealed as she descended lower.
Copperfield picks the most shadowed side to walk down, not because he's trying to hide from anything in particular, but because it's his nature to do so. "Maybe we will be storming a damn castle," he mutters when the anachronistic nature of the place hits him again.