[ Charlie had been expecting to end up in any number of places, and that fact that he suddenly poofs into a rundown, dusty cabin is actually kind of a letdown until he hears a shuffle of movement behind him. He whips around to find Peter, blood seeping into his clothes and on his hands thanks to some wound Charlie can’t see, looking ready to fight for his life until recognition flashes across his face and the blade falls from his grip.
He might find it funny if not for the circumstances. ]
What, you didn’t think that would actually work?
[ He casts a glance back at the ruined door, and then back at Peter. ]
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He might find it funny if not for the circumstances. ]
What, you didn’t think that would actually work?
[ He casts a glance back at the ruined door, and then back at Peter. ]
Are you being followed?