Snippet #2723939

In their previous excursions into the Mirror Dimension, Aldric had still never turned to face her; only answered what scant few questions he felt like answering; hence his reaction to seeing her face the way it was. And for another thing: Aldric wasn't Jack. He turned away from her as she answered both his questions, exasperated as to how using the senses he had gained from becoming the monster that he was still meant he was a man and not a dog or tool to be used and then discarded.

Aldric felt his transformation stop, but he didn't react; he was never going to change fully.... not again. Not so soon after the last incident. His fists tightened, his knuckles cracking from the pressure as his Amber eyes took in Vitas' form, spotting the Eldritch Energy in her hands. Predictable; always count on a witch to fall back on her magic. She had him against many corners here; physically in the cell outside of the mirror dimension, and also metaphorically with his choices and the consequences of those choices.

After a few tense moments, Aldric looked away from her, and held out his hand, the veins visible on his forearm from his heightened blood pressure and adrenaline; he was ready to fight at a moment's notice. After the sliver of fabric was handed to him, he looked at it, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent; he wasn't going to put it up to his face; the smell was strong enough here. After a few more seconds he tossed the shred of fabric back to Vitas.

"You're looking for a woman who died in her mid to late twenties or early thirties... died a while ago, buried in some... Chinese burial crypt surrounded by Pine. That's all I got." he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Now get me out of this damn realm."