THE DUNKER, faced with a ladder that he doesn't really feel like climbing at the moment, summons up the power of infinite bats of rouge, calling a pillar into being with some other plan in mind, though what that might be is unclear at the present time.
[THE DUNKER's affinity roll: 4+1]
At his call, a pillar of bats that his eyes barely process at first warbles into being as fifteen images of it collide in the same single spot like some form of sci-fi hologram. The pillar, though relatively narrow, shoots up and right out of the sewer, presumably to a rather great height as well.
Hungry Pete says nothing at this, and only attempts to nab a single can of food from his friend's chain-tail. Unfortunately for him, however, the tail holds fast and does not surrender its link to the man.
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Eta opens up the shoebox gifted by Caradog, and within she observes a rather comfy-looking pair of sneakers, nothing at all suspicious to be gleaned from their appearance. Seeing no reason not to, she puts them on, feeling warmer and more civilized practically instantly.
However, her basking in the wonderful feeling of not walking around barefoot at night on cold pavement is interrupted by the warbling appearance of a tall, thin pillar of pink bats, hundreds of little wings beating to keep the structure straight and stable.
"What in god's name is happening down there?" Ivette wonders briefly, walking over to the manhole to look down.
"Oh, it's the donut guy."
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Topic: The Forgotten Art: Approaching the Nexus (Read 256164 times)