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Joseph
As spent as he is it would be foolish to rush after the others. Hell, it’d be foolish anyway, spent or not. Besides the kid needs to learn that not everyone’s gonna come running after him just because he’s liable to have gotten into a situation where something or other’s liable to have him for breakfast. Looks like Senora is busy praying or something – whatever these holy types do to get themselves ready when they gotta wander through some unknown place filled with dark and unknowable things that are generally, and specifically too for that matter, malignant. No sounds of desperate combat and last second monster bashing drift through the open seam. No frantic screams or shrill cries of dying folks either. Not even an explosion.
“Sounds calm so far,” he says quietly to the woman before adding with a wink, “Kinda disappointing really.”
She seems ready to move, but he pauses. “Let’s hold up a minute or so yet. Time is of the essence and all that heroic epic type last minute stuff that adventurers like to say,” once more his speech has slipped into its pattern of unlettered confidence, “but the kid’ll need to get his bearings and he ain’t gonna do that if we just rush to follow him – he’ll just pick a direction and go and that’s what gets folks like you and me and the big guy dead. With his luck, the kid’ll make it – star of the show always does but supporting cast …… that’s us in case you ain’t figured that out yet ….. supporting cast has to be careful not to follow the script too closely if it wants to live.” He smiles, “Besides the kid needs to know he ain’t the center of the world. Hell, who hasn’t lost the love of their life at some point or other? Some guy somewhere else needs to fight dragons just so he can wake his long lost love with a kiss, this guy here needs to find a way to mess with the fabric of shadowy reality and break into some insanely powerful and equally sloppy dark Mage’s house just so he can get a candle and after all this epic stuff I’m willing to bet it’s still gonna come down to something as hokey as waking her up with a kiss.”
“But I tell ya, if anyone gets turned into a frog, I’m outta here.”
With a quick movement of his fingers he conjures a gold colored coin. “Whatta ya say, how about Heads we follow, Tails we think about our other options?” Before she can answer he tosses the coin. He catches it, slaps it onto his forearm and looks. “Heads it is,” he smiles. It’s always Heads, of course, but she don’t need to know that.
He turns and steps through the opening.
ooc: I assume Senora will follow.
[ 10-21-2005, 11:02 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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