The words resonate in a more haunting way than he anticipated. Ritchie does stop screaming, stilling to a near catatonic state. When he does finally move, its reserved to the point of rigidity, focusing his energy instead on a new course of action. He mumbles something low to himself, incomprehensible even, but with strong conviction. It's only the tail end of his ramble that can be heard, when he finally raises his voice and grabs for the book leaving them both grasping the tome.
"--exsequor!"
In a simple blink the library vanishes around them. Instead they are both surrounded by a lush jungle that seems to blot out of the sky with its foliage. The smells of the place aren't quite natural to those who know terrain such as this; there's an artificial quality to the wilderness that brings about an almost sweet and smoky scent like incense. Ritchie surveys his surroundings with only mild curiosity, finally shaking his head. If this is the terrain this stranger's consciousness has mapped out for them in the pocket dimension, so be it. For now he'll just... get off the jungle floor.
"Well. Good luck, shithead."
Dusting the very real dirt off his pants, he starts to walk in one direction. There is no path set, only foliage and the hum of life all around. He'll take it alone and leave the asshole to himself.
no subject
The words resonate in a more haunting way than he anticipated. Ritchie does stop screaming, stilling to a near catatonic state. When he does finally move, its reserved to the point of rigidity, focusing his energy instead on a new course of action. He mumbles something low to himself, incomprehensible even, but with strong conviction. It's only the tail end of his ramble that can be heard, when he finally raises his voice and grabs for the book leaving them both grasping the tome.
"--exsequor!"
In a simple blink the library vanishes around them. Instead they are both surrounded by a lush jungle that seems to blot out of the sky with its foliage. The smells of the place aren't quite natural to those who know terrain such as this; there's an artificial quality to the wilderness that brings about an almost sweet and smoky scent like incense. Ritchie surveys his surroundings with only mild curiosity, finally shaking his head. If this is the terrain this stranger's consciousness has mapped out for them in the pocket dimension, so be it. For now he'll just... get off the jungle floor.
"Well. Good luck, shithead."
Dusting the very real dirt off his pants, he starts to walk in one direction. There is no path set, only foliage and the hum of life all around. He'll take it alone and leave the asshole to himself.