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[pacificate]

Teleportation is problematic. Without a guiding mind, the possibility of a gruesome death upon arrival is, for most intents and purposes, certain. Therefore I must be fortune's favorite, unless--

[ The sound of a smile. ]

Gentlemen, ladies. Let's talk, shall we?

[ Adrian waits in the lobby, journal in hand and standing still to keep his purple suit wrinkle-free. ]

Comments

[notjamesbond]

[Yeah, this guy over here is just wandering into the lobby, more preoccupied with picking leaves and such out of his new white wings than have a conversation with a genius billionaire. He grumbles to himself.]

"Go try to fly", Crowley says. "Jump off the roof", Crowley says. Next time, I'm going to punch that idiot of a demon in the face, and then I will feel better about it, and...

[He looks up and sees the man standing in the corridor, immediately drawing back in slight surprise.]

Oh! Oh, didn't notice you there. Um. Hello, I guess?

[pacificate]

[ He stows the name Crowley in his pocket and points to a spot on his own head to indicate a twig on the other man's. ]

Did you win the tussle?

[notjamesbond]

[He stares at Adrian for a moment, and then suddenly realizes what he's getting on about, reaching up to remove the twig hanging unceremoniously on his head.]

You mean with Crowley? Nah, he probably would have cursed me or pushed me off the roof himself if I had. He's a real prick.

[heal_theworld]

[Martel is watching him from her chair in the lobby. She wonders if she should call out to him. But then again, she's been drawing enough attention to herself lately. So she sits there just watching him, seeing what he'll do.

Adrian, there's a girl with pink transparent wings and green hair watching you. Whatcha gonna do?]

[pacificate]

[ He looks up from the journal to notice the woman. An imperative invitation to--a costume party. He walks closer, nodding his greeting. ]

I may have overlooked the dress code.

[spiritusaequitas]

[have the most skeptical Irish brogue you've ever heard as one half of a pair of twins ambles out of the kitchen, can of Guinness in hand]

Talk? About fucking what?

[pacificate]

[ That accent and the can. No judging eyes here, nope. ]

Your experience, to start.

[bonniewitch]

[Bonnie's got her head buried in an old looking book as she walks through the lobby, not paying attention to anything around her. Which makes her almost collide into the man with the purple suit. Realising her error, Bonnie takes a step back, looking apologetic.]

Oh, sorry!

[pacificate]

[ He can still manage civility. Have a thin smile. ]

There's no fault in being engrossed in a good book.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's sitting not too far away from the man,a curious expression on his face before it dissipates to amusement.]

'About teleportation or your gaudy suit? Both are interesting, I suppose.'

[pacificate]

[ She didn't just bash the suit. His smile doesn't falter. ]

Christian Dior.

[themistress]

[There's someone else in the lobby, where she usually is, lounging in a throne.]

I like your outfit. Doesn't match the room, of course, but it still makes a statement.

[Someone appreciates ridiculous clothes~]

[pacificate]

The room doesn't match my suit. [ Priorities, obviously. He approaches her and stops at a polite distance. ]

Your--throne makes the stronger statement.

[peacockherald]

Teleportation? It sounds like Gating.

[pacificate]

What is Gating?

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[Ashura had come in to sit on the couches nearby and work snow and mud from his boots. Yes he could wish for a new pair, but like a sword he took care of his things. Besides, he really did not want to wrack up wishes towards a loss on something he did not need to when he could simply take care of them himself.]}

What, precisely, is teleportation?

[pacificate]

[ He glances at the boots before he replies. ]

The transfer of matter without traveling the physical space between origin and destination.

dictated

[triela]

Okay. What would you like to talk about?

dictated

[pacificate]

Your experience in the castle.

[exanimatus]

[this guy'll start by talking over the journal.]

Fortune, or a variable previously unconsidered.

Experiences, hm?

[pacificate]

Like a sentient castle.

Yes. Yours?

dictated

[incantati]

Problematic is a mild word for it, though I agree that you could've been much worse off.

dictated

[pacificate]

I didn't wish to cause unnecessary alarm.

[radiantwingedone]

Would assume if one specifies the correct location in the teleportation formula and it remains balanced no such occurrences would happen. [ That deep voice?

This white haired guy making his way around the edge of the lobby. It doesn't really seem to match him. ]

[pacificate]

[ He has training enough to find the direction of the sound, though he watches the white-haired man a moment. ]

Magical castles rarely come into the equation.