[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5568688][color=00ff66][h3][b]Qaymu[/b][/h3][/color][/url][img]https://imagizer.imageshack.com/v2/117x117q70/924/rdF3nN.png[/img]
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[i]Bldg 1, Ground floor stairwell > First Floor stairwell landing[/i]
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A blue transportation circle appeared on the floor next to the stairs to the first floor, and then Qaymu shimmered into being, floating briefly over the floor as his body seemed to sharpen and fill out. The next moment he was falling, landing on his feet with a gasp of pain. His left arm flailed out, desperately grabbing the handrail and holding on for dear life until the nausea subsided.

His human disguise faded, revealing his scaly bronze head. Qaymu looked down at the tied handkerchief in his right hand - then as he heard voices above, abruptly shoved it in the pocket of his trench coat. Rolling his right wrist, he checked his watch and scowled. The transportation circle had returned him only minutes after he departed from the condo, giving him the last few hours to relive. He must have left something out when he was reciting the spell.

Stealing himself, he climbed the stairs, still wearing his garrison hat.

Arriving at the first floor landing, Qaymu's eyes darted to each of them - Theria, the other Max, Velvet, and Iris.

"May I ask," Qaymu rasps, his voice deeper than usual, "What the hell is going on, here?"