There are always automatic points given for people who are fellow-staff wielders.
Donnie takes that cue, his own breath only evinced by the rise of his shoulders as he still tries to be as quiet as possible. He looks at the others in position before his eyes focus on the door, and he holds a hand up towards the lock. Time for his own brand of magic.
A spark of glowing magenta light forms just before the keyhole, outlining a slender, translucent bar just wide enough to fit. Donnie grasps it between finger and thumb, pushing it into the opening as he closes his eyes, letting the 'edges' of his mystically constructed key soften to conform to the spaces it needs to before he hardens it and turns. There's the faintest snkt of locks opening, and beyond, the subtlest sound of movement. The turtlekin lets the key dissipate, grabbing hold of his staff with both hands while one of the team pushes the door open so he can move inside.
The interior of the quarters are considerably decorated, the walls a rich wine red trimmed with gold and liberally decorated with paintings where space, and the furniture pieces suggested high quality and included a large desk and bookshelves (-tantalizing, forbidden books!) Luckily (?) Donnie doesn't have too much time to entertain any bad flashbacks, not when he sees Lord Gundhir sitting there looking (satisfyingly) somewhat surprised at the intrusion- but before Donnie can gauge where the younger Gundhir might be, he hears the movement before he sees it, Adolfus coming from the side, bearing down with a swing of (what the hell why is that such) a huge sword!
The lengthy blade catches the ceiling, slowing some of the initial momentum before it eventually tears free and down, Donnie catching it with his staff and nearly buckling at the force yet behind it.
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Date: 2024-08-19 05:06 pm (UTC)Donnie takes that cue, his own breath only evinced by the rise of his shoulders as he still tries to be as quiet as possible. He looks at the others in position before his eyes focus on the door, and he holds a hand up towards the lock. Time for his own brand of magic.
A spark of glowing magenta light forms just before the keyhole, outlining a slender, translucent bar just wide enough to fit. Donnie grasps it between finger and thumb, pushing it into the opening as he closes his eyes, letting the 'edges' of his mystically constructed key soften to conform to the spaces it needs to before he hardens it and turns. There's the faintest snkt of locks opening, and beyond, the subtlest sound of movement. The turtlekin lets the key dissipate, grabbing hold of his staff with both hands while one of the team pushes the door open so he can move inside.
The interior of the quarters are considerably decorated, the walls a rich wine red trimmed with gold and liberally decorated with paintings where space, and the furniture pieces suggested high quality and included a large desk and bookshelves (-tantalizing, forbidden books!) Luckily (?) Donnie doesn't have too much time to entertain any bad flashbacks, not when he sees Lord Gundhir sitting there looking (satisfyingly) somewhat surprised at the intrusion- but before Donnie can gauge where the younger Gundhir might be, he hears the movement before he sees it, Adolfus coming from the side, bearing down with a swing of (what the hell why is that such) a huge sword!
The lengthy blade catches the ceiling, slowing some of the initial momentum before it eventually tears free and down, Donnie catching it with his staff and nearly buckling at the force yet behind it.