Yeata Zi
The Iron Magus
Yeata Zi
The elf stumbled into the asylum, a look of horror crossed her face before she straightened herself out. She found she was still black and white from the Noir dream. Her eye scanned her surroundings carefully. "I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore," she mumbled to herself, before deciding to look around.
"WAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!"
TIM tumbles out of the portal after her, and faceplants on the ground.
"Owww. My face. I have to stop abusing my beautiful face."
He stands up. Unlike Zi, his color appears to be flickering in and out.
Zi brightened considerably. "I'm so glad you're here," she breathed, before glancing around. "I don't know where to begin, but while we're here we should probably get some detective work in, no?"
TIM looks around.
"Um... okay. I guess you really
weren't going nuts. Unless... you were going nuts... and now we both are. Then again, the stuff that's been happening so far hasn't been exactly normal, so maybe I was nuts already." He dusts himself off, and tries to get his bearings.
"Right... detective work. Been a while since I've been in the field. I guess... You restrain the subject and... I'll... lead the interrogation? No, wait... that's after we've captured somebody..."