Sigil: The City of Doors

"Oh, definitely not. I'd just dress up like that person first so they take all the heat," he says with a chuckle. "Why get in trouble for doing what I can blame on a real jerk? But honestly, I'm not a fan of casting on people to begin with, for the same reason I don't like punching people or getting punched. It's just not nice."

"Careful you don't get known as the unhooded perv who goes around trying to banish random folk from the streets, though," she returned the smirk.

"Well, I'll have to test it out on the next fellow primer that gives me reason to try and get rid of them," he says with a smirk. "Maybe I should have tried it on the hooded perv. Experimentation is in order probably."

She let out a hearty laugh at that notion. "See, now you're thinking! Don't know that it would, though. Don't have much experience with that kind of magic myself, so I can't rightly say for sure. But generally speaking teleportation type of magic doesn't work in the Cage. The Lady keeps folk from getting in and out of the city that way. Course, an old fashioned banishing spell might not exactly count, but good shot that it won't in my estimation. Then I've heard tell that such things work a little different on primers versus planars anyhow, though I don't know the dark of it."

"I think I can send myself home with a banishment actually. Does that work here? Not that I'm trying to at the moment."

"That's how it often ends up for primers, sure. Either finding their way back home ends up being too difficult, or they figure that if you're going to be anywhere, the city of doors ain't the worst place to be. Center of the multiverse and all that, easy access to the planes."

"Not yet, but I got someone I can chat about it with," he says with a nod. "Trying to build my list of connections. I might be here in Sigil for a while."

"Balance?" She looked thoughtful at what he was saying, "You jib with a dustie 'bout this yet? Godsmen and the Dustmen aren't on best of terms on the whole, but I sure won't deny that they're the ones who might have a say or two about someone going around doing things to corpses. Could be they'd know a thing or two 'bout speaking to these dead anyhows too."

"Some... being... that was good with illusion, talking about some balance or something. They were mutilating the body to prevent people from talking to the dead or resurrecting them. Guy liked to talk nearly as much as I do, but they were definitely more arrogant than me. Which is pretty damn arrogant. I just took to calling them hooded perv to annoy them."

"Huh?" She looked slightly confused, "Plenty of hooded pervs who like mutilating bodies. Just head to the Mortuary. Though, I'm guessing this is something else? Well, first I heard of it. Or maybe I've just tuned it out. Lots of nasty business going on all the time in the cage, after all. And lost memory, eh? Well, can't much help with that I'm afraid."