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hobbitholmes) wrote in
synthneon2020-01-05 04:51 pm
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Β· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) Β·
Β· winter 2020 Β·
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.

β PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
β WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
β SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
β ___new cmo out in a few months

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[He surveys what he assumes is the main garden, full of statues and an impossible fountain sitting in the center. The shadows here take the forms of gardeners and, strangely, nymphs. Maybe he's more delusional than Nyx imagined.
Something about that fountain though...]
Can you see what's in the center of that?
[He points specifically to a strange object. It appears to have a solid form, but from his angle Nyx can't puzzle out what it could mean.]
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Not from here.
[ Joker turns his head to Mona. ]
Stay here, I'll be right back.
[ Then with almost cat like agility, he is bouncing off the top of some pillars that adorn the garden. He even slinks down behind one of the statues as a pair of nymphs pass. ]
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Alright then.]
Fenrir.
[His Persona doesn't materialize, not quite. He stays hidden, oscillating between solid and shape. What one can clearly see are a pair of great golden eyes hovering just behind Nyx. They say nothing and watch, ready to strike as they cautiously inch closer.
As it is, both of them have their eyes trained on the nastier-looking nymphs. They can provide cover, should he need it.]
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Once the nymphs have passed, Joker peaks his head around. With a glance over he dashes to the shadowed part of the fountain. He looks around at everything before standing up. There's a statue that the water is coming from. It looks... off. Maybe loose? ]
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There are, at least, a few solid quick exits he's mapped out. Nyx keeps inching closer, wondering how keen these nymphs are.
Well. Why not.
He rips off a sizable chunk of foliage and hurls it far from the young man and himself. It doesn't quite land where Nyx had wanted it to go, but it's close enough. The nymphs, on extreme alert, immediately leave their posts to investigate. Quiet as a shadow, Nyx drops down next to the other.]
That's a few minutes' time, if we need it.