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The Ψiioniic ([personal profile] 00110010_00110011) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs 2014-01-12 02:15 am (UTC)

[Psii forgot about bird figure almost as soon as was handed it at skiing site. It stayed in jacket pocket, un-thought-of and unseen.

When voice speaks, he makes obvious connection, and hurries to bidirectional lookglass to see what it's talking about. Is there just in time to see bright yellow shape blunder past in street below communal hivestem. From second floor, can see creature's tell-tale eyes, and finds himself utilizing rare and heartfelt profanity.]


Oh, fuck.

[Then he heads for street, not really thinking much beyond have to stop this thing.

Streets are chaos, and Psii quickly loses target. Is mortified to see it's far from only one that's stolen his color. As if to add insult to injury, another of the mustard clowns comes from around corner of building, and sends blast that narrowly misses him. Clearly, they've stolen his powers, too. Psii is under no illusions about his combat abilities in this hardware. Needs Meister, and needs one fast.

Hoping has stamina to get to one, he sprints away from clown as it's taking aim again, dodges down next street, hardware already protesting effort, and almost collides with large white canine who seems in as big a hurry as he is.]


Amaterasu! [he pants,] Am very glad to see you.

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