[now that-- that was too close for comfort. not because it was more difficult to evade something moving so quickly in this proximity -- (though it was -- ahh being set on fire is never fun; he'd like to avoid it if he can, thank you) -- but more because he's increasingly aware of the setting in which this is taking place...
the streets of Mayfield, where anyone could become an innocent bystander -- or casualty, at a moment's notice.
his grimace deepens. Dizzy has shut off; she isn't saying a word. maybe she can't even hear him under Undine's protection. but whatever the case may be, he's got to do SOMEthing or this will end badly, and not just for them. is that it--? that's there's only one choice, one way he'd be able to draw her away from here and somewhere more secluded until he figured out a more plausible plan of action...?
much as he would lament it, now and later... it's the conclusion he's coming to.
...there isn't much of a fanfare -- his lips are moving in some quiet murmur, words he's spoken countless times before, but this... it's the first time he's been forced to use this in Mayfield and he wished he could have avoided it even just a little bit longer. what has to be done can't be changed, and he won't hesitate. when his eyes seek hers out through the thick wall of ice shielding her, they aren't an imploring blue of the priest's any longer. red, deep and resolved as much as resigned... they're hunting for her, firm and determined.
he disappears -- simply vanishes from view in less time than it takes to blink.
--and when he's visible the next bat of an eye, it isn't the priest at all. the black-winged monster is reaching clawed hands out for her from behind, the crackle of something electric-charged in the air around it. ...but even now, its aim isn't to hurt her. the usual arsenal of weaponry or offensive capacities is ignored.
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the streets of Mayfield, where anyone could become an innocent bystander -- or casualty, at a moment's notice.
his grimace deepens. Dizzy has shut off; she isn't saying a word. maybe she can't even hear him under Undine's protection. but whatever the case may be, he's got to do SOMEthing or this will end badly, and not just for them. is that it--? that's there's only one choice, one way he'd be able to draw her away from here and somewhere more secluded until he figured out a more plausible plan of action...?
much as he would lament it, now and later... it's the conclusion he's coming to.
...there isn't much of a fanfare -- his lips are moving in some quiet murmur, words he's spoken countless times before, but this... it's the first time he's been forced to use this in Mayfield and he wished he could have avoided it even just a little bit longer. what has to be done can't be changed, and he won't hesitate. when his eyes seek hers out through the thick wall of ice shielding her, they aren't an imploring blue of the priest's any longer. red, deep and resolved as much as resigned... they're hunting for her, firm and determined.
he disappears -- simply vanishes from view in less time than it takes to blink.
--and when he's visible the next bat of an eye, it isn't the priest at all. the black-winged monster is reaching clawed hands out for her from behind, the crackle of something electric-charged in the air around it. ...but even now, its aim isn't to hurt her. the usual arsenal of weaponry or offensive capacities is ignored.
he just wants to reach her...]