[hr][hr][center][h1][color=bf40bc]Rita Evans[/color][/h1][/center][center][img][/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=bf40bc][b]Location: Panic Room[/b][/color]
[color=bf40bc][b]Interacting With: Ferg[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

"What? No! I'm normal," she explained. "Alright so, I'm a Witch but not evil or anything, I just know stuff about- Look, come out or I'll drag you out myself!" she threatened, rattling the door. "I'm pretty sure I have the right to do that," she mumbled more to herself. "Look, every second you spend in there is another second I'll be yelled at for taking so long. Lives are probably at stake!" she said, the frustration within her taking the exact opposite effect one would expect out of a regular person. But then again, no one here really is regular. She tried the door again, fumbling with the doorknob hurridly. 

"Please?" she tried one last time. Maybe the number of sigils that decorate the building like wallpaper was warding away any effect the "magic word" would have. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=6F7B70][b]Location: Timey Wimey Portal[/b][/color]
[color=6F7B70][b]Interacting With: No One[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Daniyal felt his entire body being lifted with his stomach remaining where it was. Not literally thankfully. 

And within a second he was thurst out of the uncaring passage of time and hurdled backwards it, probably breaking every rule of the universe there was during it. A deafening roar filling his ears like he was hearing the very fabric of reality tearing at the seams as they continued to toy with it like a toddler and a grenade. With a loud thud that would've ended with a crack if he entered time straight legged, Daniyal struggled upwards and tumbled around as he tried to mentally digest the rollercoaster of things that happened, quitting after a few seconds when all he could think was a swirling mass of colours and noise. It didn't feel right, they shouldn't be playing with time like this, he thought. Ironic coming from someone who practised an art outlawed and shunned by nearly every culture throughout time but he stuck his with his opinion. 

A shudder -- that shudder -- ran through him again as he craned his neck straight again and looked around where he landed.