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kore_logs2013-11-14 08:35 pm
cinereoargenteus) wrote in kore_logs2013-11-14 08:35 pm
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Ves ken Ay? (Where am I?)
Who: Garrett and OPEN!
When: Day 132
Where: Wandering the halls
What: Garrett arrives and is suspicious of everything.
Warning: Grumpy Skinwalker teenager.
Garrett’s ears and nose told him he was no longer standing in front of the Witch's oven before he even opened his eyes. As he struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on his staff, he inhaled deeply, his mouth opening slightly so that he could get a better taste for the air. Despite the confusing situation, he took a moment to gaze up curiously at the ceiling. That was a rarity in itself. He could count the number of times he'd been in a building on both paws.
The message on the strange device didn't lessen his confusion any. It was a strange magical object and no mistake. It was slipped into the pocket of his vest. Who knows, maybe it would come in handy later.
His right hand tightened around the silver-colored wood. There was only one thing he knew of that could transport him so far from home. Magic. That meant there was a potential enemy out there waiting. Well, he wasn't scared of any sorcerer, no matter how powerful they were. He was going to find them and then beat them over the head until they teleported him back to where he was supposed to be.
Garrett left his room, slowly creeping down the hallway. His nose sifted through the various scents. There were people here, though some had most peculiar scents. But no other Skinwalkers. He was all on his own for this adventure.
When: Day 132
Where: Wandering the halls
What: Garrett arrives and is suspicious of everything.
Warning: Grumpy Skinwalker teenager.
Garrett’s ears and nose told him he was no longer standing in front of the Witch's oven before he even opened his eyes. As he struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on his staff, he inhaled deeply, his mouth opening slightly so that he could get a better taste for the air. Despite the confusing situation, he took a moment to gaze up curiously at the ceiling. That was a rarity in itself. He could count the number of times he'd been in a building on both paws.
The message on the strange device didn't lessen his confusion any. It was a strange magical object and no mistake. It was slipped into the pocket of his vest. Who knows, maybe it would come in handy later.
His right hand tightened around the silver-colored wood. There was only one thing he knew of that could transport him so far from home. Magic. That meant there was a potential enemy out there waiting. Well, he wasn't scared of any sorcerer, no matter how powerful they were. He was going to find them and then beat them over the head until they teleported him back to where he was supposed to be.
Garrett left his room, slowly creeping down the hallway. His nose sifted through the various scents. There were people here, though some had most peculiar scents. But no other Skinwalkers. He was all on his own for this adventure.