Wouldn't it be Nice [Open]

[Katzy]

It would figure that after her grip on Earth, that it would only take four puny young adults to take her down and wreck everything. She'd built an empire, and shaped the world to what she had wanted--and really she'd been helping it, because the world was being ushered into an ice age so that global warming would reset. Ha. Those brats could have fun with their eternal winter. She did find it ridiculous, however, that her armies had been able to do nothing to stop them.

Useless humans. If you wanted something done, better to do it yourself.

She sat up from where she sat against a tree and pushed her hair out of her face, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly through painted lips. She could tell from just a cursory touch of her magic that she wasn't on her Earth, if indeed this was Earth at all. Figures. The spell that little Rose had done actually worked. She'd been banished to a different universe.

Well, at least there was a different universe to be banished to. She needed to look on the bright side of things after all.

Katzy stood up and brushed off her jeans and blouse. There was a streak of blood down her right arm, and she could feel it drying on her cheek as well. Proof that she'd put up a good fight before falling to their abilities. She scrubbed at the smear on her arm, flaking the blood off and looking at it idly. So. First plan of attack was to figure out where she was, and then she should secure shelter. Easier said than done, but nothing would get done if she didn't move.

So she moved. Picking a direction and beginning to walk straight. She could only go so far before walking out of the forest after all.

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Lew had been heading back to his office to have a nice cup of coffee before dealing with more paperwork. He had opened the office door, stepped through...and found himself standing in a forest. The businessboar stared for a moment, his cigar hanging out of his mouth at an angle that suggested it might fall out before his teeth clamped down on it and he drew in a deep breath. "The Bells!" he swore, puffs of smoke accompanying the words. Removing the cigar, he blew out the rest of the smoke, closed his eyes, and focused. Despite his human-like stature, he still had his boar senses and he concentrated on those.

The forest smelled rich and damp around him, the hint of decay in the air telling him that it was autumn in this place. It was old too, and fairly large for he smelled only a hint of the distant tundra and the nearby mountain. His ears caught the sound of local wildlife, as well as something else moving in the distance. A human, he determined after sniffing the air further. Possibly magical. Perhaps they could tell him where he was. Opening his eyes and jamming the cigar in his mouth again, Lew set off in the direction of the other person.

It didn't take him long to find them, the boar catching the smell of blood as he approached. Well, hopefully it wasn't an indication that he would be bleeding soon. Adjusting his hat to a less cocky, more businesslike angle, Lew strolled into view. "Good day," he called politely. "I don't suppose you know where we are?"

[Katzy]

Katzy didn't know how long she'd been walking, but it certainly wasn't long before someone else approached her. She regarded the boar carefully, one eyebrow arching at his appearance. At the very least he was put together, and speaking a language she could understand, and who was she to fault the smaller issues she might have about a boar walking on two legs. So she smiled at him, cold and businesslike, and folded her hands together at her waist.

"Well, it would appear that we're in a forest. Now if you're asking for a more specific location, I'm afraid I couldn't say. I only just appeared here myself," she said calmly. She let herself size him up again, taking her time. He seemed like he would prove to be an interesting fellow to get to know. Perhaps an ally for a time.

"I was just on my way to find civilization. Would you care to join me on the trek?" she asked. Best to keep her cards close to her chest, but introducing oneself could never hurt. "I'm Nina Katzy, by the by, though many simply call me Katzy."

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Ah, so they were both new arrivals? Lew chewed on his cigar for a moment, then smiled back at her. Bloody or not, she seemed to have a confident air about her, so he figured she wasn't about to kill him on the spot. "I'd be happy to come along," he replied, already scenting the air for any signs of life nearby. He caught the faint smell of woodsmoke and decided to start with that. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Katzy," he said formally, touching the brim of his hair in a show of respect. "Lew Bramble, at your service." Smoothing down his tie, he sniffed the air again and nodded to himself. Yep, that was definitely woodsmoke.

"I can smell smoke coming from that direction," he said, pointing off into the trees. It's pretty faint, but I reckon if there's smoke, there's fire, and a fire means people." It didn't smell like a forest fire, so the businessboar was confident there was a village or something similar nearby. And since he was so rudely swept away before he could have his coffee, a nice hot drink would be a nice reward for tramping through the woods with a bloodstained woman.

[Katzy]

If only he knew how easily she could have been more dangerous. But Katzy was tired, her magic was worn thin from the battle with those brats, and she didn't think he was dangerous either. Of course he could be and she'd never know, but for now she was willing to err on the side of polite and nice. So when he touched the brim of his hat, she smiled warmly again and dipped her head. "And a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lew." He had good taste in fashion, she'd give him that.

She turned her head in the direction he pointed and hummed lightly. "Well, it's as good enough a direction to go as any," she said, looking back over at him. "Perhaps they'll have something to drink over there," she said. And patch up her arm. The blood was actually becoming rather annoying, but it wasn't a deep enough cut to be worrisome. Just bothersome. So she started in the direction he pointed, smoothing out her blouse as she walked.

"So, Mr. Lew, where did you originate from if not here?" she asked. Cordial was good, she could do cordial.