Yeah, I guess you’re right. I guess I don’t put a whole lot of trust in these people, but…
[ He trails off. He doesn’t wish ill upon the council members at all. It’s not as if he understands the politics of this world, and they’ve never done anything to harm him, but he’s really only doing this for Steve. If Josselyn stays missing at the end of all of this, he doesn’t think it will cause him much grief so long as the others are returned safely.
He steps up quietly to the creaky porch, peering through the windows into the dark and silent house. As anticipated, there are no signs of life inside, and it doesn’t comfort him as much as it normally would. Not really expecting much, he reaches over and gives the door handle a firm jiggle. It doesn’t budge. ]
Well, unless she left a key? Windows might be our best bet.
[ He nearly offers to pick the lock, but he reconsiders. That takes too much time, and he feels like there’s a very high probability that the lock has been protected by magic. He scans the porch, and spies a rock butted up against the house, just beneath the window. Not huge, but heavy enough. He swoops down to scoop it up. ]
Feel like literally breaking and entering? I'm open to alternatives.
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[ He trails off. He doesn’t wish ill upon the council members at all. It’s not as if he understands the politics of this world, and they’ve never done anything to harm him, but he’s really only doing this for Steve. If Josselyn stays missing at the end of all of this, he doesn’t think it will cause him much grief so long as the others are returned safely.
He steps up quietly to the creaky porch, peering through the windows into the dark and silent house. As anticipated, there are no signs of life inside, and it doesn’t comfort him as much as it normally would. Not really expecting much, he reaches over and gives the door handle a firm jiggle. It doesn’t budge. ]
Well, unless she left a key? Windows might be our best bet.
[ He nearly offers to pick the lock, but he reconsiders. That takes too much time, and he feels like there’s a very high probability that the lock has been protected by magic. He scans the porch, and spies a rock butted up against the house, just beneath the window. Not huge, but heavy enough. He swoops down to scoop it up. ]
Feel like literally breaking and entering? I'm open to alternatives.