At first the room is dark, in the distance you can hear the sound of approaching footsteps, then the door swings open and a man with sandy blond hair walks in. You recognize him immediately as Rosh. He looks around the room almost as if he was searching for something.
For a period of time his eyes trace along the concrete wall where the ley line marks were back in the present day. A puzzled expression settles onto his face before he maneuvers closer to the storage locker and opens it. He pulls out a burlap bag and rummages through it for a minute before opening the two junction boxes on the wall.
The first seems to be nothing, but he takes a visible step back at the second one. As a second thought Rosh takes the burlap sack and tucks it away before looking back at the bundle of wires that even to
West
’s forces un-attuned eyes look like hell to deal with.
Rosh seems to concentrate for a moment before dashing out of the small room, the sack in his pocket. A screech as through the veil of time West can feel unravelling.
It takes a few moments but since the gaping hole had appeared at Rosh’s spell soon the Blond comes barreling back with a group of street gangsters brandishing weapons in a way that would make anyone who knew two spits about guns cringe.
He looks back for a moment, his hand on the wall before he leaps through the hole and into the water. Blood from a cut hand remaining on the wall.
Forty feet below a splash is heard before two gangsters step up to the hole and begin firing at the underwater mage.
Draft this Post
Err, barely.
