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"I just wish we knew where he was," said Sam, sounding worried.
Katara put a hand on Sam's arm, comforting and gentle. "You said your friend is strong, right?" She gave Sam a reassuring smile. "I'm sure that, wherever he is, he's fine."
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It had been the same feeling, like when Skulker had gotten the toxin on his face, of the edges burning, only the monster had been trying to steal a part of him, had been trying to--to suck his soul out through his nose had been what it felt like.
He was shaken and weak as he fell through the portal, as he watched the monster steal Clockwork's face, as he heard his future self laugh laugh and laugh.
The portal closed and Danny climbed to his feet, aching all over, feeling like he was going to throw up, the edge of every nerve throbbing. Far too weak to stay ghosted out, he went human again, the rings of light passing up and down his body, and as he fell to his knees, he looked up to see a strange, wide, stone throne room of some kind, like something in a picture in National Geographic.
What was never in those pictures of National Geographic were the people that had once used throne-rooms like that. Like, for instance, the very serious looking guards that suddenly circled around him, shooting stone hands attached to chains that grabbed onto his wrists. He cried out as the hands clamped on, far too tight, as the guards yanked the chains so hard his already sore shoulders nearly dislocated.
Then he looked up and saw the group of teens, all of them in strange robes, that stepped forwards towards him. The black-haired girl looked to be a queen or something, with the way she took the lead, the others waiting for her to speak, in a quiet state of deference.
"Look," he said nervously, "Uh, I know that was a hell of an entrance I just made, but I really have a good explanation for all this--"
"Oh, I'm certain you do," said the girl in a silky voice that Vlad would have killed for back in his days of villainy. She didn't bend down--she took another few steps towards him, her paces measured and even, and looked down on him like he was a filthy, stray dog, golden eyes cold, but it was the way a fire only looked cold when it was burning blue or white-hot.
She smiled slightly and it wasn't a reassuring smile. Not at all.
"I cannot wait to hear it."
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Other chapter junk blah blah blah.
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"I'm sure you're very confused right now. I'm sure because I know I'm very confused right now," Danny said to the strangers standing before him, in their strange clothes, and their strange throne-room, speaking in their strange language that he knew wasn't English, but somehow understood anyway, and apparently could speak right back. That gate had done something to his brain when he and Sam and Tucker went through, made him understand things about whatever place it was they'd stepped into. Nothing particularly useful, though, other than this--the local language.
"But considering I'm not here to--enh--" Danny tugged against the stone hands wrapped around his wrists, trying to phase free, but he was exhausted, hurt, and Koh nearly sucking his face off had completely drained him. He couldn't use any of his powers, and when he tried to transform, there was nary a spark of light at his middle, let alone the familiar rings "--cause any trouble, how about these friendly, friendly guards let me go and I explain as much I can?"
Katara put a hand on Sam's arm, comforting and gentle. "You said your friend is strong, right?" She gave Sam a reassuring smile. "I'm sure that, wherever he is, he's fine."
***
It had been the same feeling, like when Skulker had gotten the toxin on his face, of the edges burning, only the monster had been trying to steal a part of him, had been trying to--to suck his soul out through his nose had been what it felt like.
He was shaken and weak as he fell through the portal, as he watched the monster steal Clockwork's face, as he heard his future self laugh laugh and laugh.
The portal closed and Danny climbed to his feet, aching all over, feeling like he was going to throw up, the edge of every nerve throbbing. Far too weak to stay ghosted out, he went human again, the rings of light passing up and down his body, and as he fell to his knees, he looked up to see a strange, wide, stone throne room of some kind, like something in a picture in National Geographic.
What was never in those pictures of National Geographic were the people that had once used throne-rooms like that. Like, for instance, the very serious looking guards that suddenly circled around him, shooting stone hands attached to chains that grabbed onto his wrists. He cried out as the hands clamped on, far too tight, as the guards yanked the chains so hard his already sore shoulders nearly dislocated.
Then he looked up and saw the group of teens, all of them in strange robes, that stepped forwards towards him. The black-haired girl looked to be a queen or something, with the way she took the lead, the others waiting for her to speak, in a quiet state of deference.
"Look," he said nervously, "Uh, I know that was a hell of an entrance I just made, but I really have a good explanation for all this--"
"Oh, I'm certain you do," said the girl in a silky voice that Vlad would have killed for back in his days of villainy. She didn't bend down--she took another few steps towards him, her paces measured and even, and looked down on him like he was a filthy, stray dog, golden eyes cold, but it was the way a fire only looked cold when it was burning blue or white-hot.
She smiled slightly and it wasn't a reassuring smile. Not at all.
"I cannot wait to hear it."
***
Other chapter junk blah blah blah.
***
"I'm sure you're very confused right now. I'm sure because I know I'm very confused right now," Danny said to the strangers standing before him, in their strange clothes, and their strange throne-room, speaking in their strange language that he knew wasn't English, but somehow understood anyway, and apparently could speak right back. That gate had done something to his brain when he and Sam and Tucker went through, made him understand things about whatever place it was they'd stepped into. Nothing particularly useful, though, other than this--the local language.
"But considering I'm not here to--enh--" Danny tugged against the stone hands wrapped around his wrists, trying to phase free, but he was exhausted, hurt, and Koh nearly sucking his face off had completely drained him. He couldn't use any of his powers, and when he tried to transform, there was nary a spark of light at his middle, let alone the familiar rings "--cause any trouble, how about these friendly, friendly guards let me go and I explain as much I can?"