Somewhere, in a dark alley in Nexus City, something stirred. That seemed to happen an awful lot around such parts, but nonetheless, this occasion wasn't going to be the one to disprove that with a false start.
The air trembled with magic as space itself opened in a circular shape, emanating intense blue light. On the other side, a different location was visible, but it was like looking through a hazy glass pane or a reflection in a disturbed water surface. It kinda looked like someone's very dark and bleary library.
There was something like a distorted 'meow' from it and a distressed, echoing cry.
It was interrupted about three seconds later when suddenly a tall and majestic figure appeared from within the shining portal and flew gracefully through the air to... impact against the hard floor face first.
Or to put it more succinctly, they tripped through the portal. Which then collapsed and closed with a flash.
Whomever had come out of it writhed on the floor. A resounding voice with a British accent rang out.
"This is why we can't have nice things, Mr. Wuffles."
A large skeletal arm with a metal band around it stretched from the ground. And so did the rest of the body it was attached to. A tall and lean shape rose from the floor and stood, its long and elaborate purple robes from the waist down floating a few inches off the cement. Its frame over the waist was skeletal and imposing, illuminated by an icy glow from within that stretched along its arms to its claw-like boney fingers and up to its head that was barely more than a skull. The shoulders and back displayed metallic pieces that were a cross between adornments and armor. Four horns protruded out of that skull, two piercing through the base of the top hat adorning it. The floating chains around its body clanged as it looked behind it.
Somehow, the expression on that skull changed. Behind his monocle, Sir Bonesington rose an eyebrow in curiosity, the cold blue light of his eyes sparkling with something. He took a look around, a hand under his chin and another behind his back. His jaws moved impossibly as he relayed his own conclusions aloud in that echoing British tone of his.
"Well, this isn't Kansas."
So logic dictated this had to be.... somewhere new!
His portal had closed now, but it had brought him somewhere that was neither Kansas nor someplace he could recognize. Although this was very clearly the modern world, at least judging from the architecture, so there could be a million places where he could have wound up. Though somehow, this didn't feel at all like some ordinary town. It smelled, tingled like magic, like weirdness, like awesome waiting to chaotically unleashed!
He chuckled darkly. He didn't expect a result nearly as amusing when he opened that portal. It seems his cat would have to be forgiven for putting that rollerskate in his way this time. The potential of this was far too great.
Laughing, he glided off the alley and in search of the wonders of this city with a hearty declaration.
"Now, take heed world! The glorious Sir Bonesington takes speed into amazing!"
