Fieldtrip to the Stacks
"Ein," Kurt said with a smile, "zwei," and before he could get to drei both young men were gone with an unsurprising puff of pink smoke and the smell of sulpher. Only the quarter-full bottle of vodka was left behind in the garage to mark their place.
The same assaults announced Kurt and St John's presence in the middle of the cold, snow-swept street of St Petersburg not two seconds later. The large white facade of the Imperial Public Library of Russia rose in front of them in all its columned grandeur--though Kurt wasn't looking at it. He didn't need to see the landmark to know he'd hit his mark. Just then he was more concerned with St John's reaction to his first teleporation which, Kurt had found, other people never really enjoyed so much as just built up a tolerance against.
The same assaults announced Kurt and St John's presence in the middle of the cold, snow-swept street of St Petersburg not two seconds later. The large white facade of the Imperial Public Library of Russia rose in front of them in all its columned grandeur--though Kurt wasn't looking at it. He didn't need to see the landmark to know he'd hit his mark. Just then he was more concerned with St John's reaction to his first teleporation which, Kurt had found, other people never really enjoyed so much as just built up a tolerance against.