Human Worlds are Strange [Active/Open]

[a_sinful_rose]

Characters: Rozalin and anyone else?
Time: Evening
Location: S. Wabash Ave. Not far from the Blackstone hotel.
Content: Rozalin wandering around.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Haughtiness? lol

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[stylingtie]

Alright, so kissing Rozaline without her permission probably wasn’t the brightest thing Adell had ever done, even if it had saved all their lives, but heck, it had felt right at the time, and Adell had long since learned to trust his gut. Besides, part of him had to admit it had been totally worth it

[a_sinful_rose]

She'd finally turned around, deciding heading back the way she came was probably best. She didn't particularly want to get lost, after all. Slowly she made her way back along the sidewalk.

Curiosity got to her, however, and she paused to peek in through the glass of one of the oddly named restaurants. Rozalin was greeted with an interior that was as about as tacky as the name was crude. No, she had no intentions on setting foot in such an establishment. She still had some level of dignity, after all. ...And here she was peeking through a window.

Suddenly feeling self conscious, she straightened promptly, but stopped short as a familiar voice said her name.

Surprised, she turned her head, unsure if she'd really just heard that or if it had been her imagination.

It hadn't been.

"A-Adell!" she gasped, turning fully to face him, utterly shocked. As much as she'd wanted him to turn up and get her out of here, she hadn't expected it to happen like... well, like this.

"W...Where? How...?"

[stylingtie]

Really, one would think both Adell and Rozalin would learn to stop expecting each other to do anything the proper way, but such was the innocence of youth.

"Rozalin!" Yep, that was definitely her, although the fact that she hadn't opened fire on him or gave him a utter verbal tongue lashing, which was sometimes worse, did tell him something very strange was going on.

Shaking himself out of his shock, Adell, took a step forward to place his hands on her shoulders, as if to confirm she was really there. "Just now. We'd beaten Zenon, and we were going home," well, that was technically true, "And suddenly the world tilted and I ended up here. Didn't the same thing happen to you?" After all, he'd just seen her a few hours ago, she must have been dropped in a different part of the city at the same time he was.

[a_sinful_rose]

His hands on her shoulders confirmed that he wasn't just some figment of her imagination.

However confusion formed on her face. How could that be? All that had happened two weeks ago at least. How could it have just happened for him? She'd intended to give him a piece of her mind for keeping her waiting, but this threw her off entirely.

"W-well, yes, that happened, but... I've been here for at least two weeks now, I think," Rozalin replied, uncertain of what exactly it meant.

Time: Before Adell and Rozy meet?

[theblackstaff]

The incident with his wards had annoyed (and worried) Ebenezar, and he'd spent a good chunk of his time afterward trying to figure out what was wrong and how to fix the wards. The trouble was that his magic still felt off here, power coming harder to hand and more troublesome to control. Which meant fine detection was out.

Ebenezar walked around the Blackstone Hotel with a stack of flyers in one hand and his staff in the other. It wasn't as tall as Hoss', but it worked as a fine enough walking stick. He turned a corner and raised an eyebrow at the young woman looking lost. She was dressed outlandishly by his measures, but then so were half the inhabitants of this Chicago. And she was staying at the Blackstone, which meant she was under his protection, nominally.

"Afternoon, miss," he said gruffly, giving her a courteous nod of the head as he slapped one of the flyers up on the wall, infusing the page with a tiny portion of his will.

Re: Time: Before Adell and Rozy meet?

[a_sinful_rose]

Having walked out of the hotel, Rozalin was uncertain of which way she should head. She probably did look quite lost, standing there looking around. The voice caught her slightly of guard. She hadn't noticed the man there.

"O-oh... Hello," she replied, pausing to give him a glance. Rozalin wasn't sure what to make of him, as she watched him place the paper on the wall. Why ever was he doing that? What possible purpose could papers on the wall like that serve?

This place really was very different from Veldime.

[theblackstaff]

Letting go of the thin trickle of magic he'd called up, Ebenezar looked at the girl again, taking in the confused look she was giving him and the flyer he'd slapped up. There had been a stack of them at the hotel, for some band or something called Soccer Octopus. Ebenezar had merely repurposed them, forging a connection between the oneness of the stack of papers, all from the same pulp, the same trees, and infused them with his will so that they could be linked, like a thin magic tripwire along the exterior of the hotel. Once he'd finished papering the sides of the hotel with them, they would alert him to any non-human entities that tried to cross.

Not that he would explain all that to the girl. "You look lost," he said instead. "Anything you need help with?"

[a_sinful_rose]

Whoops. She hadn't been particularly subtle at watching him, had she?

"O-oh, no. No, not really," she admitted, hastily, looking a bit embarrassed. "I was simply curious about what you are doing."

It did look rather strange, in her defense.