Abigail
"Yes. It would be bad. I have quite an attachment to all of my parts." Lawrence said. He grabbed the cup before swallowing the potion all in one gulp. Abigail winched and grimaced as the potion worked its magic. There would be a rush of extreme heat at first, drank that fast, almost as if he had eaten a ghost pepper, then that slow, steady warmth that spread through his veins. He sputtered, his green eyes watering before gasping for air.
"So-so can we go then?"
She held up her index finger, still winching, and said, "I should have warned you, you need to sip. Lord and Lady, I just surprised that you didn't just spew it out everywhere."
Then she chuckled and pulled out her goggles from her bag and secured them over her eyes. The frames were heavy and dark brown, somehow harmonizing with her bright red hair. Her peridot-green eyes sparkled as she smiled at Law. "Well, come on, let's ride." Then she lead him out of the station, grabbing her broomstick on the way. Once outside, she let it go, but instead of falling to the ground it hovered at the height of her waist.
Making sure she had her gloves on, her coat was zipped, and her scarf around her face, she mounted the broom. "Ready to break into the Danger Zone?"
Forest
Forest watched Archer's motions, surprised at how normal he looked. Well other than the butt cape, body armor, and bondage pants. Saber moved like a pixie, almost as if she was dancing all the time even dressed in jeans and combat boots. Lancer moved with predatory grace before he vanished. Dress Archer in jeans and a T-shirt, and he could have been just some exotic guy from the street.
An absurdly attractive guy from the street.
She said, "Well, this is Nexus. There are a lot of magic users here so it's not that big of a thing. Unless you don't . . ." She left the sentence open. Saber had told her one of the reasons she had bonded with Archer was they both wanted to end their existences. Something something paradoxes and maudlin regrets and ideas betraying them. It was all very Whedon-esque tragedy without the funny.
Then Adjutor appeared, right out the shadows, reminding Forest of both Wynn and Gabriel, giving her a pang.
"Ah, speak of the proverbial devil. Archer, this is Adjutor. Adjutor, this is Archer. You two will probably hate each other," the blond said, a sardonic smirk curving her lips, remembering Saber's extensive prattle about Archer and what she'd seen of Adjutor so far.
