The Liquid Wallaby - Midnight in Melanthine (Transition!)

[Torrocca]

The man continues to shout what seems to be absolute gibberish, before the man, who appears to be a whole foot shorter than the already ridiculously tall man, raises a hand and silences him. He looks around and, in English, says, "we're looking for a very important person. Specifically, a person who's the queen of a foreign nation waaay up north who was sent here by the previous king for safety, due to a civil war taking place there."

Dom shakes his fist.
"How the fuck did you even get into the city without being stopped by the authorities?!"

"Uhm... it's kind of complicated. Like, super magic timey-wimey bullshit complicated. Do you really want that long explanation?" The man stares at Dom through the slits in his face mask, then shakes his head and says, "it's not even important. We just need to find that queen, as soon as possible. It's detrimental to her nation's survival."

[Barboneia]

Dom shakes his fist.
"How the fuck did you even get into the city without being stopped by the authorities?!"

"Uhm... it's kind of complicated. Like, super magic timey-wimey bullshit complicated. Do you really want that long explanation?" The man stares at Dom through the slits in his face mask, then shakes his head and says, "it's not even important. We just need to find that queen, as soon as possible. It's detrimental to her nation's survival."

"What a shame. I can't help you, and I don't want to help you."

[Torrocca]

"Uhm... it's kind of complicated. Like, super magic timey-wimey bullshit complicated. Do you really want that long explanation?" The man stares at Dom through the slits in his face mask, then shakes his head and says, "it's not even important. We just need to find that queen, as soon as possible. It's detrimental to her nation's survival."

"What a shame. I can't help you, and I don't want to help you."

"... Well, besides the accountant, is there anyone here who CAN help, at all?"

[Ava Ire]

"What a shame. I can't help you, and I don't want to help you."

"... Well, besides the accountant, is there anyone here who CAN help, at all?"

Omad says nothing. He just watches in silence.

Miri shakes her head no.

[Barboneia]

"What a shame. I can't help you, and I don't want to help you."

"... Well, besides the accountant, is there anyone here who CAN help, at all?"

(he wouldn't know he's an accountant. He's not even a bloody accountant anymore.)

[Torrocca]

"... Well, besides the accountant, is there anyone here who CAN help, at all?"

Omad says nothing. He just watches in silence.

Miri shakes her head no.

"Hmm... uhm..." the group of people look at each other, exchanging shrugs and looks of defeat. "So... how long until that rift tears open over northern skies, again?" One of them asks, speaking with a surprisingly proper, if somewhat Slavic-sounding accent. The tallest of them looks at him and says something in the language of the gibberish again, which quickly results in several group members gasping in unison.

[Torrocca]

"... Well, besides the accountant, is there anyone here who CAN help, at all?"

(he wouldn't know he's an accountant. He's not even a bloody accountant anymore.)

(>Implyingthisisanewcharacterandnotanoldoneindisguise)

[Barboneia]

(he wouldn't know he's an accountant. He's not even a bloody accountant anymore.)

(>Implyingthisisanewcharacterandnotanoldoneindisguise)

(wow. how original)

[Torrocca]

(>Implyingthisisanewcharacterandnotanoldoneindisguise)

(wow. how original)

(ikr)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She nods and shakes his hand, smiling lightly. "Welcome. I'm Adrisal Iracuse... the only, I suppose."

"Oh? Charles spoke of you, I believe. He said you were a time traveler. Ha! As if time travel existed then..."

"Time machines don't exist. Time travelling spells... they're possible, but it takes a skilled mage who's dedicated their lives to the art to perform it. On the bright side, said old mages can just tell their past selves how to do the spells, and... it's complicated."

[Torrocca]

"Oh? Charles spoke of you, I believe. He said you were a time traveler. Ha! As if time travel existed then..."

"Time machines don't exist. Time travelling spells... they're possible, but it takes a skilled mage who's dedicated their lives to the art to perform it. On the bright side, said old mages can just tell their past selves how to do the spells, and... it's complicated."

(that awkward moment when tnel retcon's all of Jet's previous experiences in one post)

Meanwhile, the figures just sort of linger around, eventually settling down at a rather large table. They consequently begin to bicker about this and that since they can't figure out how to handle the upcoming storm.

[Barboneia]

"Oh? Charles spoke of you, I believe. He said you were a time traveler. Ha! As if time travel existed then..."

"Time machines don't exist. Time travelling spells... they're possible, but it takes a skilled mage who's dedicated their lives to the art to perform it. On the bright side, said old mages can just tell their past selves how to do the spells, and... it's complicated."

"Hm... Anyways, want to see a picture my great-grandfather had taken at the fort?"
He took out his wallet, and fished around in it before pulling out a black and white photograph. It seemed to be a picture of a man in a labcoat who looked remarkably similar to Charles sharing a beer with a short man in a suit wearing a fedora.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Time machines don't exist. Time travelling spells... they're possible, but it takes a skilled mage who's dedicated their lives to the art to perform it. On the bright side, said old mages can just tell their past selves how to do the spells, and... it's complicated."

(that awkward moment when tnel retcon's all of Jet's previous experiences in one post)

Meanwhile, the figures just sort of linger around, eventually settling down at a rather large table. They consequently begin to bicker about this and that since they can't figure out how to handle the upcoming storm.

(adri's never talked to jet

that and i didn't fuckin' remember. 2012 and 2013 were a long time ago)

"Hm... Anyways, want to see a picture my great-grandfather had taken at the fort?"
He took out his wallet, and fished around in it before pulling out a black and white photograph. It seemed to be a picture of a man in a labcoat who looked remarkably similar to Charles sharing a beer with a short man in a suit wearing a fedora.

She looks it over and nods. "Looks vaguely familiar... I swear the fedora guy is Dom."

[Barboneia]

"Hm... Anyways, want to see a picture my great-grandfather had taken at the fort?"
He took out his wallet, and fished around in it before pulling out a black and white photograph. It seemed to be a picture of a man in a labcoat who looked remarkably similar to Charles sharing a beer with a short man in a suit wearing a fedora.

She looks it over and nods. "Looks vaguely familiar... I swear the fedora guy is Dom."

"Dom? Who's that?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She looks it over and nods. "Looks vaguely familiar... I swear the fedora guy is Dom."

"Dom? Who's that?"

"Cockney-sounding guy. He frequents this place a lot."

[Torrocca]

(that awkward moment when tnel retcon's all of Jet's previous experiences in one post)

Meanwhile, the figures just sort of linger around, eventually settling down at a rather large table. They consequently begin to bicker about this and that since they can't figure out how to handle the upcoming storm.

(adri's never talked to jet

that and i didn't fuckin' remember. 2012 and 2013 were a long time ago)

"Hm... Anyways, want to see a picture my great-grandfather had taken at the fort?"
He took out his wallet, and fished around in it before pulling out a black and white photograph. It seemed to be a picture of a man in a labcoat who looked remarkably similar to Charles sharing a beer with a short man in a suit wearing a fedora.

She looks it over and nods. "Looks vaguely familiar... I swear the fedora guy is Dom."

(yeah but still you'd figure a time machine would be talked ab-

oh)

Man, I sure wish I could make some progress with all these new characters and an old one that I brought in, but they must continue bickering until someone goes and disturbs their meeting.

[Barboneia]

"Dom? Who's that?"

"Cockney-sounding guy. He frequents this place a lot."

"Hm."
Dom glares at them from the bar.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Cockney-sounding guy. He frequents this place a lot."

"Hm."
Dom glares at them from the bar.

Adri looks over at Dom and nods to herself. "I wonder how miserable he must be..."

[Barboneia]

"Hm."
Dom glares at them from the bar.

Adri looks over at Dom and nods to herself. "I wonder how miserable he must be..."

"He has an odd flower in his hat."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri looks over at Dom and nods to herself. "I wonder how miserable he must be..."

"He has an odd flower in his hat."

"I always preferred feathers in hats. Never got the idea of putting a flower on it."

[Ava Ire]

"He has an odd flower in his hat."

"I always preferred feathers in hats. Never got the idea of putting a flower on it."

A hooded figure manifests next to Adri. It stands still, making not a sound.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"I always preferred feathers in hats. Never got the idea of putting a flower on it."

A hooded figure manifests next to Adri. It stands still, making not a sound.

Adri looks over at said hooded figure, not giving it much of a reaction besides an acknowledging nod.

[Ava Ire]

A hooded figure manifests next to Adri. It stands still, making not a sound.

Adri looks over at said hooded figure, not giving it much of a reaction besides an acknowledging nod.

The figure peers over at Adri, staring inquisitively with large, blue eyes. It reaches its hand up to scratch its big yellow beak.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri looks over at said hooded figure, not giving it much of a reaction besides an acknowledging nod.

The figure peers over at Adri, staring inquisitively with large, blue eyes. It reaches its hand up to scratch its big yellow beak.

She looks back up at it, noticing the beak before looking at the bar's clock, which ticks rather audibly.

[Torrocca]

For the most part, all of the armored people leave, save for one who goes to the bar. They take a seat and ask, in a rather thick, Arabic-sounding accent, "may I get a cup of wine?"