02-25-2020, 05:11 AM
(02-24-2020, 12:14 PM)achroma Wrote:(02-23-2020, 07:12 PM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: Sa' Nadil stretched softly as her bones popped. "Ow.." She looked down with a sigh and picked up one of the books she had knocked down and started sliding through it's pages to remove any folds before settling it down to start a pile of unsorted books. like a stack of 10-20 books just dumped all over the floor. "I'm not supposed to be here..." Her form flickered in a fashion that irritated even her own eyes. Voice changing with it. "Oh, that's not right..."
Wrynn was out of it at this point. He just nodded, placing the can on the counter, and laid down in the middle of the floor and went straight into a food coma, curled up into a tiny little ball on the floor.
Feizel would regard Wrynn, someone and something he couldn’t figure out. A food coma from a single can of unarmed meat? Just another facet of Wrynn, which he had no clue what he even was. Regardless, Feizel would make a kind gesture to drape a nearby rug over him as he proceeded to make his way back to the theatre, instantly recognizing Sa' Nadil‘s voice and calling out fro the hallway
“Back again so soon? You better be here to clean up your mess!”
Sa'Nadil technically already was. She had the books set into four clean little piles of five books each in no time at all. Before she passed towards where she'd heard feizel. She didn't appear to see him though as her form became more and more distorted as she got closer, before disappearing into silence as she passed directly through Feizel's current position, applying an odd force of shifting movement in a localised area around where she had just been that could have swept nearly everyone into a little bit of a stumble. Dispersing in every direction like a flicker of dissipating light she was gone. About sixty seconds later there was a knock at the door to the theater.
Sa'Nadil's eyes shot open, stood in the alleyway next to the theater. She remembered already having been in the theater and hearing feizel say something... But there was no recollection beyond rough circumstances. She doubted it's occurrance as she chalked it up to imagination. Stepping up to the theater's entryway doors and politely knocking.