[ He fishes around in his bag for a second, under the guise of double-checking, then several things happen in quick succession:
First, the door to the building swings suddenly inward, revealing an expanse of pitch blackness. It is, in fact, a portal like the ones Charlie uses, leading to somewhere very, very dark.
Next, Warren abandons the laptop altogether. The Destroyer activates his Enhancements, plants a hand in Dorian's back and shoves him through the portal with more force than is probably strictly necessary.
A scant second later, the portal vanishes, leaving Dorian alone in the dark. Warren shuts the door, tucks his bag under his arm, and meanders off, calm as you please, to his own portal that he's set up some ways away.
In the meantime, Dorian will find himself in a small prison cell in the dark. It's cold, and there's nothing in the cell by way of furniture. Calling for his magic will get him only the barest of a flicker- whatever it is that the shifters use in their handcuffs seems to be built into the bars. There is no cell phone reception.
It's about fifteen minutes before the lights flicker on, revealing a large, plain room. Bare cement walls and bare cement floors. A couple of chairs and a small table sit just outside the cell, and beyond that, a flight of stairs.
Warren makes his way down. Any hint of friendliness is gone from his face, and he doesn't seem especially concerned when he asks, ] Comfortable?
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[ He fishes around in his bag for a second, under the guise of double-checking, then several things happen in quick succession:
First, the door to the building swings suddenly inward, revealing an expanse of pitch blackness. It is, in fact, a portal like the ones Charlie uses, leading to somewhere very, very dark.
Next, Warren abandons the laptop altogether. The Destroyer activates his Enhancements, plants a hand in Dorian's back and shoves him through the portal with more force than is probably strictly necessary.
A scant second later, the portal vanishes, leaving Dorian alone in the dark. Warren shuts the door, tucks his bag under his arm, and meanders off, calm as you please, to his own portal that he's set up some ways away.
In the meantime, Dorian will find himself in a small prison cell in the dark. It's cold, and there's nothing in the cell by way of furniture. Calling for his magic will get him only the barest of a flicker- whatever it is that the shifters use in their handcuffs seems to be built into the bars. There is no cell phone reception.
It's about fifteen minutes before the lights flicker on, revealing a large, plain room. Bare cement walls and bare cement floors. A couple of chairs and a small table sit just outside the cell, and beyond that, a flight of stairs.
Warren makes his way down. Any hint of friendliness is gone from his face, and he doesn't seem especially concerned when he asks, ] Comfortable?