[ Here's the thing - Rupert knows that it makes absolutely zero sense to pull two portals one after the other. The second must be a feint, or so Rupert suspects - a classic piece of swordfighting misdirection if ever he saw it. Because when you're on the run with the entire world at your disposal, why pull two portals when one will get you there quicker?
He steals cautiously, silently, through the first portal with his pistol carefully cradled as he swings the sights from shadow to shadow as he evaluates the apparently empty room. This room isn't very different to the room before - more glittering, gaudy baubles that would undoubtedly be worth more than an entire year of being bankrolled by the OTO. Rupert ignores them for now. ]
I asked you to stay still, did I not? [ Inside the mask his words pleasant and serene but outside of it the mask reduces them to a synthesised monotone, accentless and anonymous. Rupert inspects the second portal and the dark forest scene beyond, contemplating the silent woodland. God, this is going to look stupid if he's wrong --
Deftly, quickly, he whips out his hand to smooth the edges of the portal, sealing it up with practised ease and an oddly unsettling reversal of the noise that comes with unstitching of reality. ]
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He steals cautiously, silently, through the first portal with his pistol carefully cradled as he swings the sights from shadow to shadow as he evaluates the apparently empty room. This room isn't very different to the room before - more glittering, gaudy baubles that would undoubtedly be worth more than an entire year of being bankrolled by the OTO. Rupert ignores them for now. ]
I asked you to stay still, did I not? [ Inside the mask his words pleasant and serene but outside of it the mask reduces them to a synthesised monotone, accentless and anonymous. Rupert inspects the second portal and the dark forest scene beyond, contemplating the silent woodland. God, this is going to look stupid if he's wrong --
Deftly, quickly, he whips out his hand to smooth the edges of the portal, sealing it up with practised ease and an oddly unsettling reversal of the noise that comes with unstitching of reality. ]