Jul 02, 2009 22:43
[[Fakir barges into a sitting room and looks around accusingly, expectantly. It seems to be empty of people, but perhaps he can still find something of use hidden among all the ornate decor;with his weapon in tow, he's been searching houses well into the night, looking for signs of the witches--or writers--or whatever that had apparently brought him to the strange town full of doppelgangers. He hasn't found anything yet, but greater setbacks have failed to deter him before. He begins to tear apart the room, rifling through cupboards, ducking under tables, overturning chairs.
He stops in front of a painting of man clothed richly in red and gold. Narrowing his eyes, he attempts to rip the painting from the wall. Surprisingly, it doesn't budge.
Frustrated, Fakir turns to berate his weapon for not helping him search the room.]]
Ahiru! You--
[[He stops, his eyes widening briefly as he realizes that his partner is absent. Stupid worthless girl probably bailed out on him. He strides to the door, throwing it open.]]
MORON! GET BACK HERE!
[[Fakir stops yelling, and blinks. He has just opened the door to reveal a large, stately corridor, instead of the streets of the town he was just in.
He whirls around to look at the room he stands in, not closing the door. Seeing that the room is still the same, he turns slowly back towards the doorway.]]
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