Gᴇᴏʀɢᴇ Osᴄᴀʀ "GOB" Bʟᴜᴛʜ II (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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itinere2015-06-02 09:11 am
turningillusions) wrote in itinere2015-06-02 09:11 am
open ][ i've never admitted to a mistake. what would i have made a mistake about?
GOB Bluth was not entirely unaccustomed to finding himself in unfamiliar places, but these incidents are typically accompanied by either unconsciousness or at least a blackout state of sorts, most often courtesy of the Flunitrazepam, or "Forget-Me-Now", pills he so values as both a tool to aid his magic career and a means of shielding himself from the pratfalls of his decision-making skills. What he is not accustomed to is being perfectly aware of walking through the front door into the family's model home only to find himself in another dimension.
And so, he stops short, staring through narrowed eyes beneath a furrowed brow. "Michael?" There's a hint of growled suspicion to the question. But Michael, it seems, is not here. Nor are any of the rest of the house's usual occupants. So he turns back to the door, opening it again... only to find a blank wall on the other side.
That's when a realization quite suddenly strikes him. "The Alliance! It's a test."
It's not.
Self-satisfied, he practically growls, "They want me back."
They don't.
It's under this belief that he sets about examining the blank wall, running his hands over it as he seeks the trap panel that must surely be there, all the while ignoring the unfamiliar bing of his undiscovered PDA's notification sound.
And so, he stops short, staring through narrowed eyes beneath a furrowed brow. "Michael?" There's a hint of growled suspicion to the question. But Michael, it seems, is not here. Nor are any of the rest of the house's usual occupants. So he turns back to the door, opening it again... only to find a blank wall on the other side.
That's when a realization quite suddenly strikes him. "The Alliance! It's a test."
It's not.
Self-satisfied, he practically growls, "They want me back."
They don't.
It's under this belief that he sets about examining the blank wall, running his hands over it as he seeks the trap panel that must surely be there, all the while ignoring the unfamiliar bing of his undiscovered PDA's notification sound.
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Then a voice is heard, one of great and noble depth and stature (in the Knight's mind, anyway). "Good sir!" exclaims Don Quixote. "What is it that you seek?"