Kell turns sharply at the voice, finding another man not far from him. They're of an age, but that's not what stops Kell in his tracks. Everything in this world is different, the static air smacking of magicless Gray London, but the man before him is magical. Kell can feel it thrumming within him.
He opens his mouth, but the first words to make it to his lips should be the only ones he needs. Give it another go the man had said in the royal tongue. Kell grips the Red London lin in his pocket and presses his bloody hand to the closest wall.
"As Travars."
But nothing happens.
Kell's eyes flick back to the man. He can feel no force of magic holding him, yet the fact remains that Kell is somewhere he doesn't want to be, and there's only one person here to blame for it.
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Date: 2016-02-24 09:42 pm (UTC)He opens his mouth, but the first words to make it to his lips should be the only ones he needs. Give it another go the man had said in the royal tongue. Kell grips the Red London lin in his pocket and presses his bloody hand to the closest wall.
"As Travars."
But nothing happens.
Kell's eyes flick back to the man. He can feel no force of magic holding him, yet the fact remains that Kell is somewhere he doesn't want to be, and there's only one person here to blame for it.
"What have you done?"