This again?!

[queruloussoul]

[[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

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[xwingedbladesx]

[ As if on cue, Ahiru stumbles right out from that very corridor with a squawk of surprise, unable to stop herself from running right into her partner's back. ]

OOF!

[queruloussoul]

GAH!

[[As Fakir is turning, something slams into his back. He stumbles and falls to his knees, but not before whacking the side of his face soundly against the door frame. Wincing and cursing, he clambers back to his feet to face his opponent, trying not to feel frantic about being unarmed.

He heaves a deep breath.]]

[xwingedbladesx]

Omigosh! I'm sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!

[ She scrambles back to her feet, dusting her skirt off. And finally, she seems to note that her surroundings have changed - somehow before she even pays any heed to who she had just crashed unceremoniously into. And she gazes around the unfamiliar room in something akin to wonder. ]

What is this place...? One of the magical house, maybe? But I didn't wander into one...

[queruloussoul]

[[For a moment, Fakir blinks at the profusely apologizing Ahiru standing before him.]] Oh. It's just you.

[[Then, rubbing his aching cheek--it's starting to swell, and he's sure it's going to turn a nasty color--he scowls wholeheartedly at his weapon.]]

That's what I'd like to know. It doesn't seem like the place we were before.