Oliver watched, curious and a bit puzzled by the magic the man was using. On the one hand, magic was a novelty in itself, but most fantasy films--not to mention Axel's fire--were a lot simpler than...whatever Robespierre was doing. Oliver did recognise the Bible verse, and it made him want to ask the man where he was from. Some alternate version of Earth, maybe? Otherwise why the direct quote?
But he didn't want to pester him with more questions already. He got the impression that he was lucky enough to have gotten the man's name. Instead, he grinned, showing his excitement at the possibility of a way out that didn't involve aimless wandering. He had been expecting this place to stop the magic from directing them, and it was nice to see something Plane-related going right for once.
He started off around the corner, following after Robespierre. Thankfully, his excitement at their early success hadn't put him off his guard too much, so he didn't fail to see the recesses in the walls of the next passage. He stopped short, grabbing at his companion's arm to make sure he stopped as well. He wasn't sure he quite believed what he was seeing. What were they in, Indiana Jones? But even if it wasn't what he thought it was, this was the work of the Plane, and odd markings in the wall just had to mean something dangerous.
He picked up a rock, throwing it toward the first one and fully expecting an arrow to come out of the hole and collide with it. Instead, a green laser beam shot across, and a smoking, blackened rock landed on the ground just past it. Oliver turned to his companion, eyes wide. That wasn't good at all.
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But he didn't want to pester him with more questions already. He got the impression that he was lucky enough to have gotten the man's name. Instead, he grinned, showing his excitement at the possibility of a way out that didn't involve aimless wandering. He had been expecting this place to stop the magic from directing them, and it was nice to see something Plane-related going right for once.
He started off around the corner, following after Robespierre. Thankfully, his excitement at their early success hadn't put him off his guard too much, so he didn't fail to see the recesses in the walls of the next passage. He stopped short, grabbing at his companion's arm to make sure he stopped as well. He wasn't sure he quite believed what he was seeing. What were they in, Indiana Jones? But even if it wasn't what he thought it was, this was the work of the Plane, and odd markings in the wall just had to mean something dangerous.
He picked up a rock, throwing it toward the first one and fully expecting an arrow to come out of the hole and collide with it. Instead, a green laser beam shot across, and a smoking, blackened rock landed on the ground just past it. Oliver turned to his companion, eyes wide. That wasn't good at all.