[Something is wrong. Wrong enough that it rouses the demon from a deep and comfortable sleep. He sits up in his bed in the room beside the bar and blinks slowly. Huh... A little bit of a headache. He needs to stop going to bed without sobering up beforehand.

When he gets up he reaches for his sunglasses automatically, but they aren't on the bedside table like he expects. In fact, turning the room nearly inside out does not reveal them to be anywhere. He tries to will a pair into existence onto his face, but no dice. He blesses under is breath and tries for clothing. Nada.]

What the bloody hell...?

[He looks down at himself and lets out a long sigh. He'd banished his clothing before he went to sleep like always and left only his black boxers. His search of the room didn't turn up any clothing, either.

Well... This is going to be fun..

He pokes his head out of the door of his room, hoping to spot a friendly, familiar face that would be willing to help him out. Worrying about his lack of attire is easier to deal with than his troubling lack of power.]

Hey, er... Can someone spare me a pair of pants or something?

[ Amongst the stars, you see a girl dressed fancily, making odd movements; is she dancing? With one foot planted firmly, she draws the other around her in a circle, fluffing the hem of her dress; a seemingly meaningless action until muskets fall out of her dress as if there's hammerspace up there. She picks them up-- making sure there is no one in her line of fire, and fires.

Then picks up another, and fires in another direction.

Repeat a few times. With each firing, she pauses to listen for the ricochet, a soft 'ting' in the distance to know her firing met metal. She tosses the guns to the side, and-- ]

Aah, my apologies. Did I startle you? I was merely reassuring myself I wasn't in another Witch's labyrinth.

[ She bows her head and smiles sweetly. ] I was told there were pamphlets. Am I wrong?

[ All as natural as one can be. ]

[This morning, Jade woke up feeling strange. It did not take him long to realise that, while fonons were moving through him at the usual rate, he wasn't able to perform any artes. That was unusual. What was more unusual was the power that complimented the absence.

It was not unusual how easy it was for him to think of things he could do with that power.

Obviously, there are three ways to stop oneself from using phenomenal cosmic powers to alter history and correct a past of death and suffering. He starts with way Number One:]

[Jade pops up on the Astral Plane, holding the letter he received in hand.]

It seems I've kindly been invited on a scavenger hunt. Should anyone else have also been asked to participate, may I humbly request that they take over for me? I'm afraid such energetic activities strain me these days.

[Oliver arrives on the Plane in the middle of the night, floating slightly in the air. it seems he didn't want to bring whatever he was sitting on with him--possibly for good reason. there is, for an instant, the vestige of a golden glint in his eyes. perhaps it's the reflection of the sudden fire in his room that caused him to flee here, or perhaps it's something else entirely]

[still in a sitting position, Oliver sustains a short, but jarring, drop to the starry ground. his eyes are wide, his expression a mixture of startled, confused, and frightened. he's dressed in only plaid boxer shorts, for the first time revealing openly to the Plane the scars on his chest and back. and, from head to toe, he is completely and utterly drenched with water. it's running all over the floor of the Plane]

What...what just... [Oliver blinks around him in bleary-eyed confusion, too stunned to even wipe wet strands of hair out of his face]