Irene snatches Phoenix's hand in one of hers, while taking Crimson's hand with the other.
I don't think it'd be a stretch to presume Quinn is holding hands too.
Hippies. :smallyuk: :smalltongue:
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Irene snatches Phoenix's hand in one of hers, while taking Crimson's hand with the other.
I don't think it'd be a stretch to presume Quinn is holding hands too.
Hippies. :smallyuk: :smalltongue:
Crimson smiles up at Corentin, then closes her eyes and begins focusing, murmuring quiet words.
The shadow around the group begins concentrating and growing.
Irene's seen this trick once before. Still is a bit creepy though. Those underworlders and their shadows. Oh well. She holds on tight and waits patiently.
Corentin hadn't, but he was used to just going with the flow. And he trusted Crimson. So he too waited patiently and silently.
Wenomir is in the training room again, this time doing pull-ups.
(Sorry, a coworker came along and I had to talk to him)
Crimson's magic pulls them all into the Underworld.
Irene poofs.
*****
Reinholdt punches the wall in the security room, having finally found what Chelonie was talking about. The catman ignores the hurt as his body shakes. It was true. It couldn't be a coincidence either. Calublufiok... that bastard. He always had one more trick up his sleeve.
"AARGH!!" Reinholdt decides the best thing to do right now is to kick the wall. Repeatedly. Ignoring any damage he's doing to himself.
So loud banging can probably be heard from the security room right about now.
Marcos wakes up, and goes out of his room, still wearing his jammies!
Quinn stays quiet, but gives Crimson's hand a squeeze when she notices how the girl is looking down...
And off they go!
Meanwhile in Sam's room, Dani starts to toss and turn in her by now obviously drugged sleep
Sam is in her room, watching over the sleeping Dani. On the desk is the original bag of Dani's purchases.
You dirty ninja.
Sam reaches out to lay a comforting hand on Dani's shoulder, trying to stir her out of it.
Pirates > ninjas!
Dani immediatly calms at Sam's touch, her restlessness ceasing as she relaxes.
Sh... It's okay... I'm here... Sleep, love... Sam sits on the bed next to Dani, and softly strokes her arm
Dani seems to calm even more, and the very smallest of smiles appears on her face, as she shifts a little and tries to hug Sam's arm...
Sam's arm is grabbed, and probably results in the older woman shifting on the bed awkwardly due to the pain of having her arm twisted.
Ouch. Poor Sam...
Dani, in her not-hardly-consious-at-all state, isn't letting go, either, clinging tightly almost as if she were holding a life preserver.
Wenomir is still in the training room, doing an excercise routine.
Sam finally lies down above Dani, crossing her T, as it were, with her arm straight down and being held tightly.
And Dani looks to be...peaceful, now, not quite holding as tight but still being a cling-on.
Sam continues to lie there quietly, proping her head up on her free hand.
The loud bangs in the security room have probably stopped by now.
Probablllly.
*BANG*
Ok. No. But they have slowed considerably.
Wenomr hears the bang. He grabs his sword and heads there from the training room. He's not wearing his armor though, just a worn, loose brown shirt.
Tis merely Reinholdt. Based off of that bloody fist and bloody shoe and the blood on the wall, someone's been pitching a fit. A second look would show that Reinholdt himself seems relatively unharmed, if obviously exhausted and frustrated. Silly unnatural healing.
The screen is paused on an image of Chelonie in the rose garden with Dani and a brown cat with a blue star if I remember it all correctly. Chelonie is pointing the gun at the cat.
Okay, what's with the noise? Wenomir asks. He can't seathe his sword, so he just kind of leans on it.
"What?" Someone speaking up seems to snap Reinholdt out of whatever thoughts he was lost in. He looks around a bit at the quasi-mess.
"Oh. Sorry about that... I just... sorry."
Nope, "sorry" won't suffice. What is this blood doing on the wall? He glances at the screen, which confuses him even more.
Reinholdt sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "It's mine. I guess I hit the wall too hard a few times." If he was stronger he may have created some actual dents.
A few times being a number of times in the last three to four hours that he's been attacking the innocent wall.
Why? Wenomir asks, clearly unwilling to let go of the issue.
Reinholdt points at the screen.
"That... that... that cat! That talking cat with a blue star just like the one I had! Calublufiok had another one under his thumb and he hid him from me all these years!" Reinholdt is too tired from being mad to get more mad, so no wall punching occurs.
Well, what did you expect? He was a genocidal, evil lich straight from a low-grade legend. Of course he hid stuff from you.
George wanders back after a sufficiently long dead time. Where was he? Who knows. Definitely not anything related to character exposition, nope nope.
"Oh gosh that was an ultra long adventure I had and I am so super glad to be back! Gee, I wonder where everyone is!"