[RL] [For Crocker]

[darklycharming]

Gellert was waiting in a deserted little hut located near to the Russian border. He went to the doorway, looking out at the snowy forest. He wasn't sure if Crocker would arrive inside or outside so he kept an eye out either way

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[crackpotcrocker]

Leaving Ferb behind, Denzel slid his cloak back on. The overbearing summer in Danville was too much. Although, the short trip into Danville was nice besides it being warm, Crocker had lost his depth and felt 'normal' for a few moments before stepping back into the portal and into the other wizarding world where Gellert was. Having a greet of cold air that was slicing though his body like knives, even if he was now once again bulky the man was still rather anorexic. It was unfornatate to say the least that even in this 3 dimensional world his strange features didn't go away but where rather enhanced. Like his Dowager's hump. Crocker wondering to himself what in his insane mind now what made him come and then remembering on spot as he made a remark to himself shivering, "Oh, right that." Searching the icy landscape for a sign of Gellert as the man was huddling himself as he took each step, "GELLERT?" Calling out, Crocker's cloak obvoiusly not fitting in with the Victorain style.

[darklycharming]

Gellert glimpsed something moving and this place was so remote that he assumed that it could only be his invited guest. He stepped a little way out of the hut and waved, calling out: "Over here!"

[crackpotcrocker]

"FIDDLE STICKS!... My glasses are fogging up on me." And sure enough with the extreme weather change between the world hopping his glasses where. "I can't see a thing." Very slowly taking his hands out of the warmth of his pockets and huddling postion, to wipe the steam from his glasses, after a moment or two his vision clearing but his hands now feeling frozen shoving them back insider as he slowly but surely made his way over to the waving hand, "Helllo." His body still shivering as he stood in front of the other man for the first time. Crocker's over bite exaggerated that even with his mouth closed, his front teeth slid over his bottom lip and his smaller teeth now where still disjointed in a fashion, "I'd offer you a handshake but it's too cold out here."

[darklycharming]

"Then come in, come in," Gellert ushered him back toward the small, rather run-down-looking hut. But it was definately comfortably warm inside.

He looked Crocker up and down curiously before letting him in.

"Thank you for coming."