Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Flashes of light, while not completely unusual in a place like this, didn't usually happen in Aiden's room. He was awake and sitting on the floor, seven books and a ridiculous number of papers spread out around him, when the flash struck. It abruptly cleared into a very different situation.
A few things hit him immediately: it wasn't the full moon, so this wasn't that, at least. This wasn't his apartment. And he clearly wasn't stuffed neatly away in the back of his own mind, left to listen and watch as Van Helsing took his rambling control, the old bastard.
I've never gotten you killed.
... and yet this building found more and more ways to piss him off.
Distinctly uncomfortable in the suit he was forced into, Aiden pressed his back against the nearest wall and started looking around. A dark, smoky place, clearly not Bellum ... where the hell was he?
Or would a better question, he thought as he noted the very unusual fashions passing him by, when?