The party burst as a whole into the Velvet Room. A moving train car again, but a real train with a steam engine and a luxury car. The door to the real world--or whatever that was--vanishes behind you. Igor looks surprised, but only barely.
"So many. I wasn't expecting you all at once."
"Yes," Eleanor says, ever-present at the old man's side. She speaks the next sentences with an amazingly straight face, "We were just considering building a door in the court of the shopping mall. Your presence makes the construction plan moot..."
Eber steps forward, hand still on his weapon, "Who are you, really? What was that thing that we fought inside the subway?" He frowned sternly, opening his empty hand and looking down into the palm, "What was that thing I summoned? It felt... It felt as though--"
Thou art I. And I am thou.
Startled, Eber looked up. Standing behind the Velvet Room denizens was the boy that he'd fought the Shadow with.
From the sea of thy soul, I cometh...
"It is Ne-Zha, the trickster," Igor smiled, though the expression looked almost malicious on his gnarled face, "In your case, at least. It is a part of you--it is you. But your methods of using it are weak and inefficient. You must be very careful. It is quite dangerous."
"However," Eleanor added, "You would not be here if you were not... 'special'."
"Special, indeed, children." Igor wrapped his hands around his cane, peering at each of you with interest. "...Tell me, do you wish to return home?"
"So many. I wasn't expecting you all at once."
"Yes," Eleanor says, ever-present at the old man's side. She speaks the next sentences with an amazingly straight face, "We were just considering building a door in the court of the shopping mall. Your presence makes the construction plan moot..."
Eber steps forward, hand still on his weapon, "Who are you, really? What was that thing that we fought inside the subway?" He frowned sternly, opening his empty hand and looking down into the palm, "What was that thing I summoned? It felt... It felt as though--"
Thou art I. And I am thou.
Startled, Eber looked up. Standing behind the Velvet Room denizens was the boy that he'd fought the Shadow with.
From the sea of thy soul, I cometh...
"It is Ne-Zha, the trickster," Igor smiled, though the expression looked almost malicious on his gnarled face, "In your case, at least. It is a part of you--it is you. But your methods of using it are weak and inefficient. You must be very careful. It is quite dangerous."
"However," Eleanor added, "You would not be here if you were not... 'special'."
"Special, indeed, children." Igor wrapped his hands around his cane, peering at each of you with interest. "...Tell me, do you wish to return home?"