[This is bad. Ed knows he's going to have a lot of explaining to do, but he's hoping right now that maybe he can distract everyone with the reality of the situation they're in. There are definitely a lot of looks getting tossed their way, mostly reproachful ones thanks to Dylas.
Pulling himself together quickly, Ed nods at Jack's statement. He flags the group to follow after him, and speaks very matter-of-factly.]
Y-Yeah, I do. C'mon, we'll be welcome in there. Turn of the century is right. This is around 1900. San Francisco. It's where I'm from. Dylas, normal people are going to assume you're either a werecreature with the audacity to transform in public during the middle of the day, or someone cast a spell and summoned you, and neither is going to be looked on too well. And this neighborhood is mostly all normal people. But the tavern--
[He doesn't want to go in there. But he has to go in there. He wants to see Ash. But he doesn't want to see Ash.
He doesn't have a choice. He needs to get these guys off the street, and he needs help.]
I don't know how I'm going to explain this to him, and I'm going to have to act like -- like I don't coming from Crystallis. I don't know how all this portal and time-jumping stuff works, but I hope I'm not going to be creating some kind of paradox going in there.
[The inside of the tavern is surprising large. It's quiet and dim at this time, early in the day, but there are a few tables and stools occupied by workers on their breaks. The bartender behind the bar is a rugged-looking man, tall and broad, sporting a few scars on is face. His brown hair is kept in a short braid, which might be surprising considering the styles at the time. He's busy cleaning the counter when the group comes in.
Ed should be saying something, but instead he stops dead at the sight of the bartender. The bartender looks pleased to see Ed, but then looks to the others that came in with him with a confused but amused expression.]
Hey, Doc. You bringing some new friends by for a drink or somethin'?
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Pulling himself together quickly, Ed nods at Jack's statement. He flags the group to follow after him, and speaks very matter-of-factly.]
Y-Yeah, I do. C'mon, we'll be welcome in there. Turn of the century is right. This is around 1900. San Francisco. It's where I'm from. Dylas, normal people are going to assume you're either a werecreature with the audacity to transform in public during the middle of the day, or someone cast a spell and summoned you, and neither is going to be looked on too well. And this neighborhood is mostly all normal people. But the tavern--
[He doesn't want to go in there. But he has to go in there. He wants to see Ash. But he doesn't want to see Ash.
He doesn't have a choice. He needs to get these guys off the street, and he needs help.]
I don't know how I'm going to explain this to him, and I'm going to have to act like -- like I don't coming from Crystallis. I don't know how all this portal and time-jumping stuff works, but I hope I'm not going to be creating some kind of paradox going in there.
[The inside of the tavern is surprising large. It's quiet and dim at this time, early in the day, but there are a few tables and stools occupied by workers on their breaks. The bartender behind the bar is a rugged-looking man, tall and broad, sporting a few scars on is face. His brown hair is kept in a short braid, which might be surprising considering the styles at the time. He's busy cleaning the counter when the group comes in.
Ed should be saying something, but instead he stops dead at the sight of the bartender. The bartender looks pleased to see Ed, but then looks to the others that came in with him with a confused but amused expression.]
Hey, Doc. You bringing some new friends by for a drink or somethin'?