Manofdusk:
As the two sides argued about the ramifications of what had occurred, Mistral noticed that Milo began to move. Not much (just his right arm and maybe only 6 inches) and not very quickly, but he managed to move nonetheless. Then he stopped and returned to his previous position.
Mistral turned her placid and blindfolded face toward the portal to regard Milo shifting slightly within
Noplace. She gave a single nod toward him.
The porcelain-pale archmage listened to the exchange between Noah, Nefertiti and Michael in placid stillness. She did not move until near the end of Nefertiti's tirade, when she shook her head slowly. After Michael said his final piece she inclined her head to him in a gesture of respectful farewell, then raised a hand to open a narrow corridor in the spatial labyrinth surrounding them to allow his departure. Mistral turned toward Hank and said,
"My apologies, Monsieur Hank, that you were mixed up in this. If you wish to depart, simply name your destination and I bid you adieu with no ill will." Should Hank indicate his wish to depart and communicate a destination, Mistral would incline her head toward him in farewell then deliver him there in a swirl of supernal mist.
Nefertiti:
"Noah, if you wish to speak with me for now on. You will call me by my name. Nefertiti or she smirked and glanced at Mistral "Queen Nefertiti.
Then she looked to Noah "So if you wish for your request, call me by my name.
Turning slowly back toward Nefertiti, Mistral spoke.
"Allow me to offer a word of advice, Reine de rien. Before you presume to issue commands, make certain that you are the one in control." Towering tendrils of blue light shimmered into visibility in a wide ring surrounding the meeting place, swaying gently and subtly refracting the views out over Liberty Island.
"This farce is over. I leave you now with one simple choice, Nefertiti. Turn around now and I will allow you to walk away. Return in safety to your queendom of empty ruins and witless sycophants." Mistral paused for dramatic effect, then enunciated,
"Or, spew further abuse and powerless demands, and I will cast you into the sun. The choice is yours." She cocked her head and then warned,
"You know it is well within my power to do what I say. You have trifled with me too many times, but no more."
The shimmering blue threads marking the boundary of the meeting place in Flagpole Plaza parted behind Nefertiti, leaving open a path by which she could depart in safety. The Mistress of the Ebon Tower concluded with icy finality,
"Casse-toi, Reine de rien, and hope that we never meet again."
OOC: Edited the last section after discussion with ST about relevant factors Mist would have been aware of at the time.
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