[[tenth seed]] Room 1406

[lostmytoad]

[all noise and words dictated through the journal]

[Neville has been barricaded in his room for a few days, all the furniture shoved up against the door. This has grown tiresome, however--not to mention a bit lonely and scary--and he's agreed to let Risika teleport him somewhere safe. He's pacing back and forth, wand in hand, when she teleports in]

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[ontheclockpro]

Another one?

What happened?

[eyesweregold]

Neville. In his room.

[ontheclockpro]

Shit...

[a pause] What did you mean he's not real?

[eyesweregold]

If he's switching planes, he never came down to this one. I can read vitals and much more, and from him I got... nothing. As though he were only a shadow.

[ontheclockpro]

[a long pause]

Shit.

[eyesweregold]

[small sound of agreement... with the fact that they're in trouble and the sentiment.]

[ontheclockpro]

[another pause]

...That sounds more like a summon monster than a person.

[eyesweregold]

...a what?

[ontheclockpro]

In my world, it's possible to summon a creature or monster to help you in battle.

But the creature ain't actually real, it's just something made up of magic.

[eyesweregold]

[That hadn't occurred to her, as it doesn't happen in her world, but she understands the implications at once.]

You should share that thought with the rest of the Patrol.

[ontheclockpro]

Yeah, can't really hurt at this point.