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Who: Warren and Max, anyone else who might be there
When: A few hours after Schuldig blew his brains out thanks to Warren
Where: Max's bakery
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Warren, high on his own victory, goes to see Max, and explain what he believes is a way to escape.
Warren trotted along, almost giddy in his power he demonstrated over the fiery and chaotic telepath. It had been some hours now since Schuldig's rather violent death, and he was in no mood to spoil that mental image. Instead, he grinned, pushed it to the back of his mind, and focused on other, more pressing matters.
Like escape. Yes, escape. The question had plagued him for a couple days, ever since he first arrived. It would be hard to escape with no magic, but once his power was restored, he'd be mostly free. He was hardly inept when it came to planar travel, and mused that he could use that knowledge to get out of here, whether he knew where here exactly was in relation to the Outer Planes or not. Risky, but necessary, he felt.
There was no way the goddess Medea would just let him waltz out of here. He pondered to himself her reasoning. Did she take him away so that the armies of Good in his world would stand a chance against Meder's forces? If so, they would be disappointed. The army was vast and powerful, and despite how important Warren doubtlessly was, the army would defeat them. It was inevitable.
Still, the fact that this goddess had been able to do this period irked him to no end. There had to be a way around it, or a way to get back.
His musings were cut short as he snapped out of his reverie, arriving at the specified location Max had given him. "I see," the dark haired aasimar murmured, closing his brightly glowing eyes for a moment. "Then this must be the place."
When: A few hours after Schuldig blew his brains out thanks to Warren
Where: Max's bakery
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Warren, high on his own victory, goes to see Max, and explain what he believes is a way to escape.
Warren trotted along, almost giddy in his power he demonstrated over the fiery and chaotic telepath. It had been some hours now since Schuldig's rather violent death, and he was in no mood to spoil that mental image. Instead, he grinned, pushed it to the back of his mind, and focused on other, more pressing matters.
Like escape. Yes, escape. The question had plagued him for a couple days, ever since he first arrived. It would be hard to escape with no magic, but once his power was restored, he'd be mostly free. He was hardly inept when it came to planar travel, and mused that he could use that knowledge to get out of here, whether he knew where here exactly was in relation to the Outer Planes or not. Risky, but necessary, he felt.
There was no way the goddess Medea would just let him waltz out of here. He pondered to himself her reasoning. Did she take him away so that the armies of Good in his world would stand a chance against Meder's forces? If so, they would be disappointed. The army was vast and powerful, and despite how important Warren doubtlessly was, the army would defeat them. It was inevitable.
Still, the fact that this goddess had been able to do this period irked him to no end. There had to be a way around it, or a way to get back.
His musings were cut short as he snapped out of his reverie, arriving at the specified location Max had given him. "I see," the dark haired aasimar murmured, closing his brightly glowing eyes for a moment. "Then this must be the place."