~triplerose

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First meeting;

[electrumed]

[ There was definitely some sort of mishap, he thinks, although that seems to be an understatement. It was a simple portal - New York to Madrid, switching to a different institute to gather information on a greater demon. No fuss no muss, and it gave him a brief chance to breathe. To be someone other than Sebastian Verlac. To be himself.

What happens is something he's never heard of in his entire life. There's a shift, a pull, and something yanks at him midway through stepping into the shining transportation portal. The sonorous vibrations and wooshing sounds thrumming in his ears intensify, and then--

And then he winds up absolutely soaking wet. The water he lands in might have something to do with that, and he kicks and kicks - combat boots are not very good for this - until he finds his way to the shore of a dock of some kind.

A dock?

By the angel, after he's done coughing up some of the worst lake (ocean?) water he's ever tasted in his entire life, he's going to have a very long talk with whatever Warlock decided to do this. Sometime, between the coughing up a lung and trying to get his bearings, he realizes that people can see him. Normal, every day people. Mundane people. ]

This keeps getting better and better.

[ It's murmured to himself, mostly, as he hoists himself up. Wherever he is - what dimension he's in - it's enough for his powers to be weakened. It's different enough that while there are mundanes here, many of them are giving him strange looks, most likely from the clothing he's wearing. Apparently, loosely knitted sweats and tight jeans aren't de rigeur here.

But more importantly, he has to find a bloody Warlock. He offers a hesitant smile to a child staring at him while holding on to her mother, and tentatively makes his way towards the innermost part of the city.

At least they all speak English. ]