In a place of blinding white...
Scott attempts to divine what sorcery has brought him to this new and terrible place - he guesses it's some kind of magic, definitely. And since that library place suddenly appeared from out of nowhere - or, rather, the glowy center of the box - he guesses the dusty guy is definitely some kind of mage with a fairly wide mean streak and with the power to do funny things with spacetime. He's also pretty sure magic isn't a force of any kind, and involves to invisible hands doing things to other things, which would be totally cool.
As such, he is momentarily at a loss on what he could do to directly escape from here - probably not much. But maybe there are more indirect avenues he could try? Like exploration, for one. It's not the most promising idea, but it's an idea nonetheless.
In the sewers of Mothdale...
Sigmund, not about to risk another fungal contamination any time soon, tries to heroically leap out of this dunghole and return to the monster-filled streets of Mothdale.
[Sigmund's agility roll: 5]
This, luckily, proves to be something a wormlike person like he is good at, and he slinks easily back into the sunlight, briefly wondering how good of an idea that was. Looking up at the sky on occasion to watch for trouble, he moves on to look for some ruins to hide in. As he slinks onward, though, he comes face-to-face with a slavering hound about as tall as a man, covered in rippling muscle. It growls at him in a manner Sigmund can only describe as primal, blocking the way onward with its massive body and aura of menace. Sigmund ponders what would be the best pace at which to escape from this situation.
In the streets of Mothdale...
Morton, quite alive and conscious, not to mention just summoned for an actual purpose rather than working toward the base, animalistic purpose of survival, addresses Evelyn.
"Yes, I still live, good mage Evelyn, although I suppose movement may be a touch of a bother. Pity though, I was just there moments ago, suppose it would of indeed been better to not leave. I'll make haste, as fast as I safely can. If you happen to see someone who could lend a hand, I'd greatly appreciate it."
~People will be far too busy working to get to the ship safely to aid you. And my primary goal right now is to find Erin,~ Evelyn says, then lifts off and flies away in a roundabout, circular fashion. As she flies over a channel, a dolphin briefly leaps out of the water to try and catch her, but can't seem to reach high enough. Guessing that now would be a good time to leave, Morton props himself up, and slowly moves away from the scene, leaving his other half on the ground. As he walks back to the ship, he becomes aware of something in the way - a dog! A very huge and menacing dog! It seems to be snacking on the remains of a dolphin that litter the street Morton traversed to get here not ten minutes ago. The dog, glancing around, seems unsure about what to make of Morton, and returns to its snacking, letting the desk pass without issue. The rest of the way is rather uneventful, and Morton gets to the ship without too much trouble, noticing that the walruses still appear to be around and that they are still giving him an unpleasant feeling in his now-reduced top surface.
In a room in the Red Tower of Power...
Niklas agrees with the bargain - a human sacrifice is, after all, a small price to pay for optimal seating.
"If it has hands, feet, arms, and legs, as well as the capacity to use them effectively, it is good!" he says, and the naked man nods enthusiastically.
"Got it! Everybody else, wait right here!"
And they do, interestingly enough, as the man runs away. Soon enough, he returns, in his arms a confused yet mean-looking, diminutive young woman with bright red hair and a lazy eye, dressed in a very informal, heavy-looking burlap robe.
"This is Camilla, sorry, best I could find, and, as you can probably tell, she isn't very well-liked. Hopefully you'll do a better job with her body, eh?"
Camilla quickly draws a knife from one of her pockets, but the man equally speedily disarms her. The small woman begins to kick at the naked man in protest.
"Now, now, Cammy, you had your chance to step off the boat before it left. Let's not get dramatic here. Yeah, we should probably hurry up. I think she caught on at last. Think happy thoughts, rockchair!"
As the guy says this, Niklas immediately feels his soul get ripped out of the chair he formerly inhabited, and then placed into the little woman's body, during the journey passing the rather seething soul of the woman, which seems to be going the opposite way - he has to say, it feels like he shouldn't be here for some reason. Living flesh feels so strange after going so long without it.
"There, done!" the naked man says, then hands Niklas the knife he took previously from him or her or whatever. "You'll need the knife, I think," he then continues, quickly jumping over to the rock and taking a seat. "Pleasure doing business, good sir!"
In one of Lizzie's mistress' guest rooms...
Kevin tries to reassert her identity. His identity. Whose identity is it, anyway? It's all getting jumbled up! She tries to ask Lizzie for help, but he doesn't seem to rightly know anymore, either, so Kevin is left with no recourse but to scream. Very loudly. Maybe that'll help.
Fortunately, it does seem to motivate him! Or her! Or whatever! And this time, she manages to continue the work on the wall, splitting the two souls at last and quickly shooting the nominally Kevin part back into Kevin's body, which is a great relief to the ex-jester, who, while feeling quite different from before, does seem to have regained individuality of a sort. His first impulse is to get up and carefully make sure he does not look too undignified, strangely enough.
~Fuck me, that did not go as planned. At all. But hey, I could've screwed it up even more, and I do feel different, so I guess it mightn't have been so bad after all,~ Lizzie says. Her tone feels a bit unusual, if familiar.
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