Single post in Chronicles of Gaia (RP)

At some point, after the twitching of the redhead in the back ceased, someone quite clearly a White Mage from some world popped out of a Mirror, everything singed and parts of his hair still on fire, you had to wonder why the hell he carried so many Katana on him, perhaps a collector? This was summarily thrown out when he looked around, nipping small flames out as he walked over to what he assumed was a corpse, and drew one such Blade from the large multi-holster on hip, a small muttered chant later and a pink-red glow emanating before said blade crumbled into nothing, and he was gone, not a single other word said. Celere, groaning, put herself into a sitting position, mildly rubbing the spot on her head where she'd collided with the wall, feeling a crusty substance wipe away as she did so, after a few more moments, she got to her feet and wandered off, decidedly hungry and in desperate need of some kind of shower, she would not be returning for several hours, even though the Tower had an infinite supply of resources and sustenance, be damned if she wouldn't try to make the Infinite nothing, as more of her Mother's half started coming to the surface, other aspects grew, including a rather ridiculous appetite and stomach capacity.