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[grimholdkeeper]

After a quiet night in his room, Balthazar wakes in a labyrinth of clutter and dust, sprawled across a threadbare red velvet divan. The smell of the place, and the feel, is so utterly familiar he sits bolt upright. Home? Home! Delight and relief are immediately replaced by a vague sense of regret. He can't quite remember where he thought he

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[darkcataclysm]

Woah! What a minute? When did his bed change into something not a bed? Jack woke with a start as he found himself on top of a table. He sits there for a little bit wide eyed. How the hell did he get in here? Where was here? Oh, no. This couldn't be happening! Not now! Not when he was close to finding someone that could help him. Baah! He throws his hands up in the air dramatically as he swings his legs over the edge of the table. Something seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. What could it have been? The blonde closed his eyes as he used his ears to hear further out. Hearing the second heartbeat in the room he went off after it. Jack did enjoy using his powers in things like this but finding someone who might have an answer would be greatly satisfying

[grimholdkeeper]

When Jack approaches, Balthazar is by the window, carefully moving artifacts out of the display. This glass, too, looks black and opaque, as if there's nothing at all outside. He's got one knee up on the sill, hands pressed against the glass, but his ring glimmers as the stranger approaches, and a suit of armor moves defensively between them, as if playing bodyguard. Balthazar barely glances over his shoulder. "Is that a rhetorical question or do you genuinely want an answer? Ostensibly this is my shop, but we're very effectively sealed in at the moment, and my wards aren't responding to me."

[darkcataclysm]

Jack made it to the window before the suit of armor moves out in front of him. Oooh, pretty cool trick. He stared at the hunk of metal in front of him wondering how it just moved out like that. Kind of different from the normal boring life he lived back at home. Acting, being indecisive and god only knows what else. The blonde haired man moved a hand up and knocked on the metal. "It's a question. So it's meant to get an answer. Wards? So now I'm in some kind of fantasy book dream. If this is a dream, but it seems very real."

He tilted his head up at the armor and knocked on it again. How did this thing move? It really didn't matter because he could just easily move it back. Unless this place decided to not like him with powers. "Is there anything that you haven't tried doing yet?"

[[ooc: I couldn't help but laugh, thanks Balthazar! :D]]

[grimholdkeeper]

Balthazar's already on edge, and he didn't move the armor the way he did as performance art. And now a stranger is past it and invading his personal space, effectively cornering him in the window display. That's not acceptable, but while he's willing to be defensive, he rarely strikes the first blow in a fight.

The sorcerer turns, with a blaze of searing light. His powers are slower than usual to respond, and take more effort to summon (concerning matters in and of themselves), but he's not helpless. He moves with very mortal but not unimpressive agility, out of the window area and into open floor.

"I haven't tried questioning my uninvited guest," his voice is even. "So why don't you answer me: how did you get in, and how long have you been here? Also, that suit of armor is worth between twenty and fifty thousand dollars, so don't put any dents in it, thank you."

((Glad to amuse, but do keep in mind Balthazar has no idea yet whether Jack is behind the weirdness or not. He's not going to be real friendly to start out with

[darkcataclysm]

Jack wasn't trying to get in Balthazar's personal space. But the armor moving around like that had drawn his attention to it. Not every day to see things like that just move. He didn't attack anyone, he was completely harmless. Only when he wasn't on the job at least. And lucky for the sorcerer he was on job. Besides, Balthazar seemed... harmless himself! So no need to panic.

Woah, woah! What the-- The blonde quickly moved out of the way from the light. Fireworks? Who knows? But that scared the shit out of him. He couldn't do shiny things like that. The only thing he could do was, hey! Move giant armor suits back to where they belonged. He could do that, but that wouldn't look too good. He was a good guy, good guy"You're little magic, thing, power, that you have going on. I don't have powers like that.. well.. at least not powers like yours. I'm. human. with some kind of extent of powers. It's... a long explanation and it's not exactly easy." Slight change of topic but he wanted to show that he was... harmless. Jack quickly put up

[grimholdkeeper]

Balthazar does cultivate the image of the curmudgeonly, yet harmless, eccentric. At the moment, though, he's more trying to project the impression that he can defend himself. He listens to Jack's stammering explanation with a raised eyebrow. "My little magic thing is my primary weapon. If you mean no harm, you might not have to see it again," he says tersely.

After a second's thought, he adds, "Which table? They don't normally do that, you know. Drag people in from other dimensions, that is. I'm assuming that's what's going on here, although I can't imagine what purpose anyone would have for trapping both of us in my shop."

He glances back over his shoulder at the darkened window. "Also, don't break any glass. There's some serious pressure out there. I don't want to find out what's causing it firsthand. Not until I know whether I can survive it."

((Okay, cool. I'm preparing for a craft show this weekend, so I'll be slow or unavailable until Sunday afternoon/evening. I'll catch up then, though. :) ))

[darkcataclysm]

Jack understood the impression all to well. Especially with the giant armor being bodyguard. He kept his hands up still showing that he was harmless. "Primary weapon. Hmm. I'm not sure which one mine would be." A small playful smile started to spread on his lips. He didn't mind teasing or pushing buttons. Just depended on the outcome after this.

If Balthazar wanted to be defensive, he could be defensive too! "The table that's surrounded by weird looking antiques! You should be lucky I didn't just fall off and crashed into something. Why are we trapped in the first place? How do we get out?"

So many questions, yet he didn't seem to care that he asked a bunch right after the other. "...that should be if we can survive it. I'm not one to just go around breaking windows."

[ooc: sorry for this to take so long. been suuper busy the past couple of days. And have fun at the craft show! :D]

[grimholdkeeper]

"Your charm, clearly," Balthazar deadpans. He's mostly annoyed because the situation is so incomprehensible, but it's also true that he doesn't always play well with others. "The only tables I own that aren't surrounded by weird looking antiques are the ones that are weird looking antiques. And my upstairs coffee table, I suppose."

He's relaxing a little now, irritated but accepting that the stranger is not an immediate threat. Not so much as the encroaching darkness, surely. "I can't answer the rest of that yet. I want to check out the view from the upper floors."

There are skylights in the ceiling overhead, and they, too, are black, but there's a chance they can see more out of the apartment windows or the attic. "You'd better come with me. I don't want you wandering until I'm sure what's going on. For multiple reasons." Despite the authoritative tone, he watches the other man for assent before moving off.

((Not a problem, and thanks! :) ))