<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/8b5a6740-17a0-4466-b9ff-72090d36659c_zpsbadf0357.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bresnahan</span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9096189#msg9096189)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Institute of War<br/><strong>Time</strong>: --<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black high collared sleeveless shirt, black pants, heavy belt, fingerless gloves.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bresnahan is happy once it's clear that their return home is being expedited. If this Artifact was as obvious and noticeable as the Institute believe it to be, he didn't want to have to lug it around for any longer than necessary. The summoner's busy schedule made Bresnahan quirk an eyebrow again quizzically; giving their handler the benefit of the doubt meant there was something equally, or more, important that was also being discussed. It didn't merit pressing ahead, he had faith in the Institute so far, and it was hardly his job to handle every problem they saw. He had his job, and he was more than happy to begin as soon as possible.<br/><br/>Most of Bresnhan's preparations were already done. The distinction between being 'mission ready' and every day readiness was a very slim factor. There was always a small itch in the back of his head that he'd have to move, that there were still people after him, no matter how quiet they had been lately. All of the necessities to survival, to suddenly being away from civilization, could be vital at any moment. A bag of holding kept everything tidy; even holding the pair of short swords when situations wouldn't permit him to wear them.<br/><br/>He had experienced the Warp spell in the past. Though the specific room in the Institute being used was new to him. He arrived there early, double checking his gear to make sure there was no last minute shopping to do. He took a seat against a wall, only standing back up when the others arrived. He was calm during the spell, lifting himself up at the last moment before the spell so as to appear a couple inches over the ground when the spell ended. It allowed him to react to the landscape and land carefully. He let gravity drop his center, quickly scanning the room to make sure the exit of the Warp spell wasn't compromised.<br/><br/>Bresnahan glances around to make sure everybody survived the Warp, willing to accept some unease at the method of travel. He makes his way right for the door, leaning in to listen through it quickly, more as a habit versus actual concern. He opens the door carefully to get a better bearing on where they are.