01 - the hell is this

[sociopathicwolf]

[This absolutely isn’t what Derek was expecting when he went back into that shop. For a moment, he’s disorientated. There’s obviously ground, and oxygen, but it’s just space.]

The hell?

[There’s no way this is possible. This goes against everything he’s learned in school, everything he’s – unless it’s some kind of spell. Shit. Of course it is. A shop that had appeared out of nowhere, of course there’s something supernatural behind it.

Derek growls automatically, then catches himself and cuts it off. If the Edison Group or one of the Cabals is behind this, he needs to move quickly. He scents the air, and what he smells doesn’t help at all. Something metallic, but, more importantly, people. And no one he recognizes. Which doesn’t mean anything at all, except that he’s very much not where he’s supposed to be.

And he doesn’t know if it’s just him that this has happened to, or if it’s Chloe and Simon as well.

He growls again, and keeps his guard up as he starts walking, following the scents that seem to be the freshest.]

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[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He was probably expecting something besides some shrimpy kid dressed in blue and black. He has a sword strapped across his back, but he doesn't even move to draw it when he's surprised. Instead, he yelps, flails, and falls off his chair.

Good job, Emil.]

Aaaaah--! [Oh god oh god -- oh, it's just a guy. Emil stares up at him, wide-eyed, then slowly and methodically picks himself back up. And rights his chair.] Um, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that. That's embarrassing... C-can I help you?

[sociopathicwolf]

[Derek's not going to laugh. He's absolutely not going to laugh. He does, however, quirk a bit of an amused smile before he can stop himself.]

You fall asleep everywhere like that or is this place the exception?

[At the kid's last question, Derek shifts his weight slightly.]

Yeah. You have any idea what the hell this place is?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Which just embarrasses Emil more. He might be somewhat tan, but he's still very pink in the face.]

N-no, not usually.

[He runs a hand through his hair, trying to tame it; one piece of hair pops back up stubbornly.]

Oh... This is the Astral Plane. It's a place where people from different worlds meet. It's actually... part of a big experiment ran by the people in the shop. You went inside a shop, right?