We need to have a talk about self-hatred sometime, Zaknafein. Except not right now. Later. Because right now, there's a portal to open.
Caesar observes the drow prepare himself for a moment; good, he understood what Caesar meant to do. He breathes a small sigh of relief. Now, he hasto hope that whatever is waiting for them on the other side doesn't decide to come through and kill them both.
It is too bad, really. Caesar wishes he could have asked Zaknafein some questions. He looks to the camera he has set up in the corner of the room. There's at least recordings of what happened, he now remembers vaguely. It's still only going to give him so much to work with.
He's really trying not to think about the dead elf. Really trying not to. Can he really talk to his therapist about this? He'd already talked to her about some of the other nonsense that had happened in his life. This is pretty much believable since it's him.
"Okay," Caesar breathes in and out slowly, going back to his work on the console. "Okay. Let's get this started."
Components come to life in a succession of humming noises, fans spinning up and processors computing away. The lights flicker a bit again as the power draw increases, and then it happens.
Where there was only a view of a scorched wall a moment before, now stands what is clearly a doorway into another world. Pitch blackness, save for the feeble light from the monitors streaming into the portal and some other lights far off in the distance.
I guess my dark sense of humor is just rusty. Also 1/2
Caesar observes the drow prepare himself for a moment; good, he understood what Caesar meant to do. He breathes a small sigh of relief. Now, he hasto hope that whatever is waiting for them on the other side doesn't decide to come through and kill them both.
It is too bad, really. Caesar wishes he could have asked Zaknafein some questions. He looks to the camera he has set up in the corner of the room. There's at least recordings of what happened, he now remembers vaguely. It's still only going to give him so much to work with.
He's really trying not to think about the dead elf. Really trying not to. Can he really talk to his therapist about this? He'd already talked to her about some of the other nonsense that had happened in his life. This is pretty much believable since it's him.
"Okay," Caesar breathes in and out slowly, going back to his work on the console. "Okay. Let's get this started."
Components come to life in a succession of humming noises, fans spinning up and processors computing away. The lights flicker a bit again as the power draw increases, and then it happens.
Where there was only a view of a scorched wall a moment before, now stands what is clearly a doorway into another world. Pitch blackness, save for the feeble light from the monitors streaming into the portal and some other lights far off in the distance.