Billy Palmer (lucky19) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-02-05 12:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *jamie, *sabrina, buffy summers, will palmer |
Will Palmer & Buffy Summers
February 3rd; morning
Tower Two: First Floor Hallway
TBD: Likely Low
Closed & Completed |
The man stirred awake at last, a yawn escaping him as he slowly sat up and stretched. For the briefest moment he gazed around, not really noticing anything out of place. However when the last of the sleep was rubbed from his eyes a look of brief panic was seen on Palmer's face. That white bed wasn't his, nor did he recognize the room at all. That right hand of his quickly reached for his side arm, only to freeze when it wasn't there. In fact Will just looked even more confused as he glanced down the pajamas he was wearing. None of it made sense at all. Shaking his head, as if to clear the cobwebs, the officer tried to think. The last thing he remembered was being on patrol; walking down that dark alley in the middle of the night, and pausing when he spotted that strange looking coin. Oh he could feel it, that pull of magic practically begging him to pick up the coin. Yet after reaching down to pick it up...well that was all he could remember. With a sigh Will started to slip out of the bed, only to practically leap to his feet when that strange little hologram popped out of no where. Oh Palmer's gaze was fixed to the holographic projection, jaw dropping as the message was played. Yet when the hologram blinked out at last the cop just stood there...speechless and stunned. It was a lot to process, a lot to wrap his head around. Still the plea for help, and the part of his world being in trouble, those were things Will could understand. Instead of moving to check the dresser, or even bothering to get dressed, the man moved to sit on the floor. Legs crossed beneath him, William rested his hands in his lap and rested his hands in his lap. Those fingers of his lightly traced along the Mala bead bracelet on his left wrist, and as he slowed his breathing Palmer's eyes drifted shut. It took a few moments for the man to focus; letting all thoughts drift away like the ebbing of the tide. At last though his body stilled, and as Palmer entered the trance his mind stepped out of his body. There in the room were now two figures; the older Will sitting on the floor, and the younger version of himself floating just in front of him. With a sigh the astral body glanced towards the door, as if he were just looking out at the world beyond, and a moment later the astral projection of a young Billy Palmer floated right out through the solid door of his room...heading out to get a look at this place called Atlantis...only to pause midway down the first floor hallway when he came to find himself hovering before a young woman he hadn't seen in years. "Buffy?" |