Date: 2011-02-01 02:18 pm (UTC)
"Very well." Hex allowed herself a small smile, though she was grinning inwardly.

Raise one hand, slowly, but with a purpose. Keep it straight until you are pointing straight up. Curve your wrist just so, and then...

Snap.

Instantaneously, thick fog sprang into existence around them. Hex couldn't see more than three feet in front of her face, and Medra was in no better a boat. But that was alright. She didn't need to see. Just be aware. Step through another portal to change position, and then the quiet announcement. Short and happy, but ominous.

"Let the game begin."
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