[Who knew how long Jarlaxle had actually been free of his pod. Seconds? Minutes? Impossible to tell really, the only obvious thing was that the pod across from Kimmuriel was very, very empty, with naught another soul in sight. The loneliness was not to last however.
Mere moments after Kimmuriel ceased to beat against the membrane, as if he were summoned there he was. Hatless, patchless, missing multiple baubles and looking just as irate as one might imagine he'd be left in this state. Two sharp raps against the membrane were given to grab the other drow's attention, an effort to snap him out of the melt down Kimmuriel had begun to find himself in.]
Lean back, mind your fingers.
[He'd already grasped how to undo the locks on this, though it was a mite bit harder than idle latches and pins to undo. Once assured he wouldn't be catching Kimmuriel's head, hair nor fingers in any mechanism, he slipped away and out of sight again, just to the left.
And with a disquietingly organic and sticky sounding pop, the lid of the pod loosened and then slid out of the way.]
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Mere moments after Kimmuriel ceased to beat against the membrane, as if he were summoned there he was. Hatless, patchless, missing multiple baubles and looking just as irate as one might imagine he'd be left in this state. Two sharp raps against the membrane were given to grab the other drow's attention, an effort to snap him out of the melt down Kimmuriel had begun to find himself in.]
Lean back, mind your fingers.
[He'd already grasped how to undo the locks on this, though it was a mite bit harder than idle latches and pins to undo. Once assured he wouldn't be catching Kimmuriel's head, hair nor fingers in any mechanism, he slipped away and out of sight again, just to the left.
And with a disquietingly organic and sticky sounding pop, the lid of the pod loosened and then slid out of the way.]