[Quote=Excerpt - Shincoco Vs. Corban]
"I hope we meet again on friendlier terms." He pulled the trigger, and they vanished in a cryogenic blast that left behind an icy wind and beautiful glacial spires. A cerulean blue jetstream streaked through the afternoon sky like a comet[/Quote]

Corban awoke with fluttering lashes on a hard, smooth surface. Just a few feet away from him were the burned out remains of a complex geometic diagram, branded into the white marble. He lazily brought his left hand to milky-crimsom eye level, inspecting the Guardian Wristwatch. Its smooth, crystalline faces glinted against the light it emitted of a holographic panel of techno jargain. It would be a senseless jumble of random symbol and number sequences to the uninitiated, but to Corban it was an advanced coding language. Like any language, it simply needed to be learned. 

He stood up."You were off by a bit. You couldn't correct your targeting?"

<You made me the spell-target without informing me. Your histrionics got you into this.>

"Screw you. I thought you got the signal! Now, uh... just where the hell are we?"

The watch went silent. Ishtalle was clearly not going to help him navigate after that little fiasco. If he wanted to learn anything, he'd have to take a hands on approach. That worked for him anyways. Sauntering off through the vast crossroads of cuisines and realms, he made his way toward the locals