Forest
Forest blinked as Jasey got off the phone with her. "Eh, I'll text her my address or something," the blond said with a sigh before giving Marcus a sheepish look.
He'll probably leave as soon as he finds out that I'll have someone else here. I know part of the reason he's staying is pity. I mean, I know everyone else leaves, Forest thought to herself before sighing.
"Well, someone else, I think maybe two others, are coming to stay. I met this girl who didn't have a home a little while back and offered her a place to stay. Now she's taking that offer," Forest said before turning away and waiting for the inevitable rejection.
Roderick
Roderick tilted his head at the white haired young woman and held out his hands, getting the reading of at least the general area around them. Normally Identify was used on things, not places, but he tweaked the spell ever so slightly. His blue eyes glowed for a moment as he took the reading with a nod.
"You are correct. This is some sort of odd pocket dimension that takes people, places, and things and brings them here. This place is called Nexus City," Roderick said before his handsome face twisted into the scowl as the spell informed him of something alarming.
Roderick eyed the young woman and said, "Apparently once someone or something is brought here, it can never leave."
And at that moment something crashed on him from above.
He didn't even have time to conjure some Mage Armor in reaction and his face hit the ground again. The smell of tar and things he was completely unfamiliar with hit his nostrils as he felt a warm weight on his back. A soft, warm weight.
He felt healing magic pour over him and sat up, eying a rather lovely blond human in front of him. If she had been an elf, he would have mistaken her for Brona, the daughter of the monk who slayed the Death Shadow Thrice with her bare hands. Except Brona generally scowled around him and looked as if she was about to punch him in preemptive defense.
He smiled at her and said, "I had a similar experience getting here, but I hadn't botched a teleportation spell since I was thirteen."
Rin
Rin nodded and said, "Of course! And I won't even charge you for them."
"Magical bullets Rin. Really, are you planning on getting your own hitman?" the medieval French colored voice belonging to Jeanne of Arc said as the Servant entered the room. The blond bowed, her armor clanging ever so slightly as she said, "I'm servant Ruler and I welcome you to this mansion, I hope Rin has been an entertaining host."
I swear, next person who comes in to "check" on me I will gandr in the goddamn face, Rin thought to herself before forcing a smile towards the blond. "I mean, my younger sister has a small army of Servants and her husband at her beck and call. I at least need something that's mine," she said with a shrug.