Night 49: Meeting Room 1
[Teleporting from over here]
...This wasn't the recreational field.
He had been fulling anticipating a rush of air or the soft cushioning of grass underfoot to greet the two of them as they began their search, but this was not the case. It was only more tile, more darkness (Alkaid had made note, whether he wanted to listen to her or not, that even if they were in the wrong formations, there were, in fact, stars outside. It should not be this dark). This was not the recreational field.
He had seen a Chinese doctor capable of warping the fabric of space with a preference for wearing a bag on his head, a woman with sentient wings and tail, a spirit medium who wasn't aware of being a spirit medium, an officer of the law who's idea of arresting him was to throw deadly blots of electricity at him, a pre-teen pirate carrying around an anchor bigger than she was, and Bridget. There were very few things in life that could confound the Guild Head to the point of speechlessness and double-takes. Again, he found himself lacking a medal to award Landel for accomplishing this. Perhaps Edward had one.
Gloved hands immediately tightened over the cue, preparing for something worse. He never did like surprises. "What is this?"
...This wasn't the recreational field.
He had been fulling anticipating a rush of air or the soft cushioning of grass underfoot to greet the two of them as they began their search, but this was not the case. It was only more tile, more darkness (Alkaid had made note, whether he wanted to listen to her or not, that even if they were in the wrong formations, there were, in fact, stars outside. It should not be this dark). This was not the recreational field.
He had seen a Chinese doctor capable of warping the fabric of space with a preference for wearing a bag on his head, a woman with sentient wings and tail, a spirit medium who wasn't aware of being a spirit medium, an officer of the law who's idea of arresting him was to throw deadly blots of electricity at him, a pre-teen pirate carrying around an anchor bigger than she was, and Bridget. There were very few things in life that could confound the Guild Head to the point of speechlessness and double-takes. Again, he found himself lacking a medal to award Landel for accomplishing this. Perhaps Edward had one.
Gloved hands immediately tightened over the cue, preparing for something worse. He never did like surprises. "What is this?"