Date: 2011-06-13 07:01 pm (UTC)
She glanced up at him.

"But only nearly."

A yellow square of light appeared on the floor beneath them, growing in brightness with each passing moment until the was a beam that enveloped and illuminated them.

It rose, and Layla knew if anyone had been watching, they'd have seen herself and Jamie disappearing from the legs up, slowly, like a drawing on a slate being wiped clean.

When the light was blinding, passing over their faces and heads, she had a brief moment of not knowing if it was going to work or not. In the next instant the Doomlock had winked out of existence, and they stood on the cool, dark bank of the Seine at night time, the water dark and lapping quietly at the stone, the gaslamps and electric lights of bars and flats twinkling down at them from their place under the slender bridge they'd appeared under.

Not bad, Layla thought, turning her hand over the way one might admire their manicure, taking in the slender silver gauntlet.

Effectively useless by all real world standards, but in these circumstances- not bad.
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