[Chibi may not have future vision here, but he knows the signs of something descending when he sees them: Mosley's break, the dream saying 'they come,' the sense of foreboding around the colony. He felt it in the air about Cerealia's walls, the constriction of air around code, the knowledge of the end. Yet, looking up at the spaceship-darkened sky, he sees nothing but the Mechasms' shadow.]
[More to himself than anyone next to him, he says, voice filled with a mixed dread and awe:] So it's finally come - the end. [He'll be concerned about this all later.]
[He was supposed to be dead long ago, after all.]
three-a. [Well, guess who has a mask dripping blood tied to the end of his hat? Well, guess who is currently running from a mass of black, masks all askew, whipping air about their fractal-like reaches?]
[That's the good thing about portals, though: they make it very easy to run away, to skirt the edges of the Flamines' boundary and get in blue-burning punches and kicks where he can. (That's also the good thing about wakfu: it's very spiritual. The blows he gets in definitely have an impact, but it's fleeting. Damn it.) If you're fighting, that's how you'll find him: endlessly in motion, striking and then hopping many meters back, keeping the Flamines fighting him locked in a chase.]
[If you're running, though, he'll take you with him: you'll be snatched from the jaws of peril right through a portal at your feet, grabbed by a speeding Eliatrope, and carted off. Anyone not used to spatial weirdness might be struck nauseous, but it's better than being dead, right? Chibi will breathe out an apology:]
Sorry, just-- Figured I'd give you a lift-- [He doesn't stop, though.]
three-b. [Well, unfortunately, desperate times call for desperate measures.]
[Chibi's got blood up his side, and his cloak is torn in the same place, flapping in two different directions as he leaps barefoot through portal after portal. He's a lot more stable than he usually is, though, and a quick look will confirm why: his hat is tied to his belt, and his head is going bare. There are bright blue wakfu wings cropping out from above his ears, spreading and flexing against his motions through the air. He's literally flying with his head.]
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[There it is. Of course it is.]
[Chibi may not have future vision here, but he knows the signs of something descending when he sees them: Mosley's break, the dream saying 'they come,' the sense of foreboding around the colony. He felt it in the air about Cerealia's walls, the constriction of air around code, the knowledge of the end. Yet, looking up at the spaceship-darkened sky, he sees nothing but the Mechasms' shadow.]
[More to himself than anyone next to him, he says, voice filled with a mixed dread and awe:] So it's finally come - the end. [He'll be concerned about this all later.]
[He was supposed to be dead long ago, after all.]
three-a.
[Well, guess who has a mask dripping blood tied to the end of his hat? Well, guess who is currently running from a mass of black, masks all askew, whipping air about their fractal-like reaches?]
[That's the good thing about portals, though: they make it very easy to run away, to skirt the edges of the Flamines' boundary and get in blue-burning punches and kicks where he can. (That's also the good thing about wakfu: it's very spiritual. The blows he gets in definitely have an impact, but it's fleeting. Damn it.) If you're fighting, that's how you'll find him: endlessly in motion, striking and then hopping many meters back, keeping the Flamines fighting him locked in a chase.]
[If you're running, though, he'll take you with him: you'll be snatched from the jaws of peril right through a portal at your feet, grabbed by a speeding Eliatrope, and carted off. Anyone not used to spatial weirdness might be struck nauseous, but it's better than being dead, right? Chibi will breathe out an apology:]
Sorry, just-- Figured I'd give you a lift-- [He doesn't stop, though.]
three-b.
[Well, unfortunately, desperate times call for desperate measures.]
[Chibi's got blood up his side, and his cloak is torn in the same place, flapping in two different directions as he leaps barefoot through portal after portal. He's a lot more stable than he usually is, though, and a quick look will confirm why: his hat is tied to his belt, and his head is going bare. There are bright blue wakfu wings cropping out from above his ears, spreading and flexing against his motions through the air. He's literally flying with his head.]
[So there's that.]
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