"Unless the Pine Barrens moved to Boston, No." He replied, shrugging. "Which means you've moved quite far, or i'm thinking more likely, we were portaled here, or something." He shrugged. "We could be on the dark side of the moon for all i'm sure of." He paid no attention to the Hollander.
"Excuse me, Miss"
Mikkish overheard a butler saying this to Marlene
"Here is the key to your room. I hope you enjoy your stay." He said, handing her a key and then walking away.
It was becoming more and more obvious to Mikkish that not only weren't either of these people cultists, but in fact they were in the same boat as him. At least it seemed that way. But while he himself was probably being lured into a trap by the staff and whatever magic was at play here, why were these others here? And what other "guests" would be joining them?
"Something tells me you never made any reservations either. So what brought you here?"
Mikkish couldn't believe that a mage could not know about the cults. News had been spreading, last he heard, about the Dead God cults and the magic induced insanity theory. Perhaps, however, there were some very isolated hidden mags communities that hadn't recieved word.
"What kind of backwater hick town are you from?" Mikkish asked, while suspiciously minding Marlene's off behavior. Mikkish knew he was a handsome guy, and could tell a woman's flirtation smile from miles away, but this was no time for flirtation.
Suspiciously, Mikkish slowly approached the butler, then slowly took the key from his hand.
"Oh, its not radioactive, I assure you." The butler joked with a smile "I will leave you to your business." The butler said, before walking off into the hallway.
Mikkish was so confused by the butler, he didn't notice the girl Marlene until she spoke.
He looked her up and down, before determining that she must be another "guest."
"So...Holland, huh? How do you like the States?" He asked her, obviously on edge, as something was going on, he didn't know what, and not to mention the teleporter could strike again at any moment.
"And by the way, what brings you to this mansion?"
Meanwhile, in the hallway where Blink was, the butler gave a similar explanation.
"All our guests get rooms, Mr Sterling. I am sure you will find yours quite accommodating." The butler said gleefully.
Mikkish walked cautiously through a hall and a couple connected rooms. The son of a bitch he was fighting could teleport next to him at any time and attack him with some kind of magic or a different weapon. Mikkish would never admit, even in his head, that he was afraid of anything, not to mention he had been stabbed, shot, set fire too, and just been through tons of general bullshit. Still, it wasn't like he had come to enjoy having bullets or sharp metal stuck in him, and if this guy was a blood mage who was just toying with him...well Mikkish had been in that situation more times than he liked to remember, and he enjoyed a good fight usually.
The main problem Mikkish had with this situation was that he was typically the one in all combat situations who rushed in, throwing caution to the wind, and won the fight through sheer aggression without giving his enemies a chance to formulate a backup strategy. It even came with an element of surprise, especially when the enemy was well equipped and cocky. But here, the other guy was the one with the element of surprise on his side, Mikkish thought.
But the next big surprise came not from Blink, but a butler. The same one Mikkish had murdered minutes ago, or at least he looked the part.
"Excuse me, sir. I hate to interrupt your activities, but I wanted to ensure you had the key to your room" the butler stood with his arm out stretched, holding out a key, offering it.
"A key?"
To Mikkish, the butler seemed ignorant of what was going on around him. He he was, offering a key to a man gripping a knife who had killed his twin momentz ago.
A second later, the same such hing happened to Blink.
"My apologies, sir. I don't mean to interrupt you, but would you like the keys to your room?" Said a butler, extending a key to Blink.
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