| We believe the curse must be mistaken.... |
[Jan. 25th, 2013|08:08 pm] |
So it was a cold, clear winter's day at the Sign. People were milling about and all seemed normal (as normal as the Nexus can get, after all). The sun was out even though it was a bit windy and the winter's chill was dissipated by the amount of people.
That is, until a swirling vortex of glowing hieroglyphs made people jump back as it deposited first a young-looking, platinum blonde man and then a wild-haired teenager in the snow.
The man jumped up and caught his breath, spitting out snow as the boy eyed the new place.
The boy eyed the Sign and snickered. "What happens if I don't ask a question?" he said.
"....." his father gave him a nonplussed look. |
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