Gustave Aodhart: Making an actual entrance.
In a very short span, Gustave had bounced from realm to realm rapidly. He slipped through the spaces between planes like water through a drain, completely out of control. Usually he was in complete control of this phenomenon. Usually, he had to think of a specific time and place in order to planeswalk, but today was a very terrifying and strange day.
He had started on a battlefield, fighting in a war between fleshy beings and automatons. Then he found himself in a parking lot, about to have his head taken off by the wing of some space craft. Then he found himself back home for a few minutes, only to find himself back in that same parking lot awaiting a duel.
Now, he found himself slipping through the Blind Eternities a fifth time.
*What the ******** is going on?*
He wondered as he fell through empty space. He suspected there was someone or something working behind the scenes. An entity with a will that wanted to see Gustave achieve some goal or other. There were many things it could be, but it had not yet made itself known to him. Even so, he expected to arrive at a new location that needed something from him in the immediate.
A scene appeared in his mind as he neared the edge of the plane which Gaia Primus inhabited. He saw the inside of a hotel, a bar. Two figures entered his thoughts as he stepped forward as if he were on solid ground. His foot pierced the veil, a metal-plated boot clacking loudly on the floor directly next to a man who had been accosted. Thoughts were fed into his mind as if they were his own, and his gaze went glossy.
Trexasle Wrote:
> He needed to be taken somewhere and quickly.
Gustave emerged next to the alien Leon. He wore his usual regalia, consisting of his favorite undershirt, long gloves, slacks, boots, a thick scarf, gunmetal vambraces, and his brigandine jack. He wore a sword at his hip. Leon would maybe recognize the man, having been threatened by him in The Parking Lot nearby.
Gustave pulled something from his belt, concealing it in his left hand. He knew what he had to do, and with Leon in his weakened state, he likely couldn't refuse. He took the object and swiftly knelt beside Leon and stabbed for the man's chest. The lid of this object had three hypodermic needles protruding from it, and the glass container was full of a cherry red liquid. To the alchemically inclined it was plain to see this was a health potion of some sort or other, just the injectable kind rather than drinkable.
He then quickly turned his head aside, locking his bright red eyes on Marcus, the other man which Gustave had been given visions of. He had just received a text from Gustave's cell phone.
Better Than Gore Wrote:
> "I'll take another when you have a moment,"
Gustave didn't remember sending any texts, but he knew that he had. The thought was just there, in his head, along with information he had previously not possessed about Marcus. World Eater He thought.
He looked back to Leon to see if he was recovering. If the potion worked properly he would be back on his feet in a few seconds flat. He spared him a brief glance and then looked back to the bar.
"Two more of those." He started, getting back up to his feet and strolling over to the stool beside Marcus. He intended on sitting, to provoke an interaction.
