"Pleasure to meet you both," Kratzer said. His countenance was beginning to take on a bit of a greenish hue and he stood somewhat unsteadily. "Magic, is there an outside or a bathroom to this place?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Hello!" Thytes said, waving and moving ever so slightly away from Kratzer.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Magic gave a nod. "Yup, there is! It wouldn't be well thought out if there wasn't. Just head down that hallway over there-" They pointed at the hallway in question. "-and go through the first door on your right."
Liz and Claire both muttered greetings to Thytes, both looking notably surprised by the sight of the bipedal lion. Schadel and Edward were both a little surprised, too, but they had far more experience with strange and bizarre things than the other members of Schadel's agency.
Kratzer hurriedly left the room to follow Magic's directions and Diamond leaned back against the wall. "That's correct," she told him, though the question had been directed at Magic.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"The poor fellow," Thytes said, shaking his head as he watched Kratzer leave. "It must have been so stressful to go through what he went through."
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Diamond nods in a agreement. "He's had a pretty terrible week."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Schadel frowned. "What happened to Engel?" she asked, her form suddenly shifting from her grim reaper form to a young woman with black hair and polished silver eyes; the pajamas remained the same despite the change in appearance. "Is he okay?"
"He'll be fine," Diamond said. "Nothing worse than he's dealt with before. Boomslang nagged him few weeks back and it took me longer than I would've liked to track him down and get him out again."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James blinked. He got up slowly, without a word, and followed in the direction that Kratzer had gone. His robe loosely fluttered behind him and in mild annoyance he grabbed for the sides, feeling for a string of fabric. When he found it he tied it around his waist.
He didn't know exactly what a bathroom looked light but he assumed it was the closed door with the light peering out the bottom of it. He stood outside of it in the hall.
"I," Thytes began, before hesitating and looking at Diamond. "You seem remarkably calm about all of this."
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Diamond laughed. "Honestly, I'm relieved. It's all a bit crazy but it at least appears to be a lot less dangerous than where Kratzer and I started."
Kratzer, in the meantime, leaned against the bathroom counter with his head in his hands. Between the dull pain, the sense of sickness, exhaustion, and overall discomfort and fatigue, he was a mess. It took him a few moments before he was confident he wouldn't throw up a second. Once he was, he rinsed the taste of bile out of his mouth and ran wet fingers through his hair to straighten it out before stepping outside again.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I mean, I try to make things calm," they loudly said from their spot on the couch, not wanting to be forgotten as the victims of the multiverse other people present chatted among themselves. "I accent the room and stuff. And I'm here, too, so you don't panic as much as you might have."
They thought for a moment, then perked up in their seat.
"Speaking of which!" they said with an enthusiastic clap. "What game do you want to play first?"
"Game?" Schadel eagerly asked.
"I'm not liking the sound of this," Claire added, crossing her arms. Schadel's other two assistants nodded in agreement, similar looks of suspicion on their face.
Magic grinned. They supposed it might have looked just a bit evil, but they were too excited at the prospect of having some fun to care all that much. "Well, this is like a sleepover, so a game or two would fit in perfectly! We could even watch a movie afterwards~"
Thytes was still a little disconcerted - how much worse had it been for them? - but the prospect of a game provided a welcome distraction.
"Wonderful!" he said. "What games do you have in mind, Pom?"
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
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