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It takes time, for Zeviana to make it to the portal. She retrieves Luzia, who's lounging somewhere nearby, and Luzia flies her to Seattle (after some... persuading). She has her protective witch silks on, viridian and shimmering in the light, her dagger at her hip, and looking distinctly witchy. She's had practice, she lives with witches and has the look down perfectly.
She steps through the portal, to Marlatia. She's going to get into a fight with herself.
headunbowed
come_midnight
"Yes. When you're awake enough we can go - watch the fun, I suppose, and break the news, because he'll hear about it eventually."
royal_obligation
"It's all right," he assures.
And then a few minutes later he's changed and looking much less scruffy, and leaves the room. "Okay, let's see how Zevros and his alt are doing."
And then a few minutes later he's changed and looking much less scruffy, and leaves the room. "Okay, let's see how Zevros and his alt are doing."
come_midnight
Iobel stands well out of the way.
"We're both short on spells for the day, fair warning."
"We're both short on spells for the day, fair warning."
headunbowed
"Yup! That's why we're not using knives!" laughs Zeviana. Then she tackles Zevros and punches his face in.
royal_pain
The fight continues, with both of them looking worse for wear and both of them breaking out some very dirty tricks.
headunbowed
"Did not, you said no magic, no knives, I used no magic and no knives, you're just pissy because I beat you."
royal_pain
"Yeah," laughs Zevros, and then he claps her on the back and starts nursing what will be a black eye tomorrow.
come_midnight
"Okay, neither of you need a scarce spell now as opposed to shortly before midnight if there are some to spare?"