11-19-2017, 11:21 AM
Given that she and her strange aura had lain watching him, part through her once-festive nails and part dead on, Andrés had committed to her maintaining her silence throughout the journey downstairs. That she resurfaces partway down takes the forward momentum out of him. He stops dead on the step, turns around to face her, and shuts the hell up while she speaks.
Stairs: one of the few times in a short person's life when she can stand at eye level with a slightly-less-short person.
Her former mentor lets out a heavy breath, clearing the cobwebs before he answers her.
"Well, whoever you were... are... you don't, ah..." He keeps his hands secured on his hips. On any other night he would have forced her into an awkward hug. He's too distracted to do so tonight. Plus he smells like dead leaves and sex and fresh air, so Margot isn't the only one feeling out of sorts tonight. He clears his throat, tries again. "My people, when we yell, it's because we... you know..."
Excellent time to rub your beard and cough, Dr. Sepúlveda, thank you for mumbling.
"Anyway," he says, putting the opposite hand on her shoulder, "no sorry, alright? You didn't do anything wrong. I'll be down in a minute, I forgot something upstairs."
In order to allow her passage, Andrés presses up against the stairwell wall and continues in an upward direction. He waits until she is out of sight but not entirely through the kitchen before he ducks around the landing corner and removes from his pocket a foldable device that looks like an old garage door opener melded with an infrared thermometer. He punches a couple of buttons, aims it at the wall, and opens a portal between the upstairs corridor and the library.
It hovers there for a moment, the icy blue rift barely noticeable beneath the static wildness of the resonance in the library, and then Andrés punches in another set of instructions that allows it to remain while he has his hands free.
Before Margot arrives, Andrés removes his right loafer with his left hand, winds up, and chucks it through the portal. The loafer connects with the back of Ned's head, and the portal vanishes.
God damn, he should have been a baseball pitcher.
---
Doc @ 8:41AM
[corr2, entropy/life 1: it's not a chancla but it'll have to do. WAP, target ned.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 10, 10) ( success x 2 )
Doc @ 8:42AM
[that was just the wind-up.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (3, 7, 8) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Denver @ 10:19AM
One does not simply walk into Dedicated Dicing Den, the devil.
the devil @ 10:20AM
ALL SHINY AND CHROME
Stairs: one of the few times in a short person's life when she can stand at eye level with a slightly-less-short person.
Her former mentor lets out a heavy breath, clearing the cobwebs before he answers her.
"Well, whoever you were... are... you don't, ah..." He keeps his hands secured on his hips. On any other night he would have forced her into an awkward hug. He's too distracted to do so tonight. Plus he smells like dead leaves and sex and fresh air, so Margot isn't the only one feeling out of sorts tonight. He clears his throat, tries again. "My people, when we yell, it's because we... you know..."
Excellent time to rub your beard and cough, Dr. Sepúlveda, thank you for mumbling.
"Anyway," he says, putting the opposite hand on her shoulder, "no sorry, alright? You didn't do anything wrong. I'll be down in a minute, I forgot something upstairs."
In order to allow her passage, Andrés presses up against the stairwell wall and continues in an upward direction. He waits until she is out of sight but not entirely through the kitchen before he ducks around the landing corner and removes from his pocket a foldable device that looks like an old garage door opener melded with an infrared thermometer. He punches a couple of buttons, aims it at the wall, and opens a portal between the upstairs corridor and the library.
It hovers there for a moment, the icy blue rift barely noticeable beneath the static wildness of the resonance in the library, and then Andrés punches in another set of instructions that allows it to remain while he has his hands free.
Before Margot arrives, Andrés removes his right loafer with his left hand, winds up, and chucks it through the portal. The loafer connects with the back of Ned's head, and the portal vanishes.
God damn, he should have been a baseball pitcher.
---
Doc @ 8:41AM
[corr2, entropy/life 1: it's not a chancla but it'll have to do. WAP, target ned.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 10, 10) ( success x 2 )
Doc @ 8:42AM
[that was just the wind-up.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (3, 7, 8) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Denver @ 10:19AM
One does not simply walk into Dedicated Dicing Den, the devil.
the devil @ 10:20AM
ALL SHINY AND CHROME
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon