@notyourpocket
It’s a new experience for him, to be sure. Not the teleportation part itself--he’d used the ol’ truckie’s teleporters enough times that he was used to the feeling--but the part where he hadn’t actually used anyone’s teleporter, and to his knowledge he’d ended up in a place that nobody had...actually been. It’s a city, sure, but not like one he’d ever seen, even in Oz when the Australium was plentiful. Like any professional, he’d been spending time trying to map the area out and get his bearings, and every so often he’d cross some imaginary line and it was like he’d stepped into an entirely different city. He didn’t really know what exactly to make of it...but, judging from the bottomless hole (he checked, he couldn’t even hear the loogie he hocked into it hit the floor) it probably had something to do with wizards. He’d think it involved Merasmus, if that old galah didn’t have a habit of getting himself in debt with the mob.
It’s not all new, though. Taking one of his detours through a dark alleyway (a professional would do well to know those intimately), he spots a figure that’s very, very familiar to him. Now, he could just walk up and say hello, but where would be the fun in that? He’s got a better idea, something to take the piss outta the old man--and he figures he doesn’t have much right to complain, given the whole ‘helping Grey Mann’s boys kill him’ business. He creeps up behind the doc like a shadow, waiting until he’s just close enough before pulling out the BB gun he’d been given and pressing the barrel against the back of Medic’s head.
“G’day, doc. Gotten yourself right with God, mate?” He asks in a low, very serious voice. God, this was gonna be priceless--just so long as he let the doc in on the joke before he got a bonesaw in the gut. That’s a bit of timing he’s gonna have to get right.
