On the other side of the door, the chill of late afternoon in Gotham awaits. The sun is nearly down, and there is a stiff breeze. A newspaper drifts by.
"DOn't worry about me. As far as I can tell he bar links all the worlds so that someone is able to use their magic as if they are on their own world." not that she plans on putting that theory to a test.
"Thank you Knox." she says as she watches the rain fall against the windshield.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:49 pm (UTC)"Thank you Knox." she says as she watches the rain fall against the windshield.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:01 pm (UTC)[ooc: wrap here, I think. Can you post this to the Bar?]