Echo, Antor, Seregal, Duncan, and Ohm head across field and bridge, eyes open for any more chronal feeders. It seems as if Wisco and Xaion's distractions, whatever they were, have managed to buy you some breathing room, at least. The bridge continues to shoot up new towers and connections until it slopes down to meet at the ground with those who chose to traverse the space with their own feet.
At the city gates, the sunlight ripples upon the door, then reflects brightly off of those close by. The light fades in a moment, but the color of it does not. It almost looks like you've been dusted with golden powder. Except it's moving, crawling over your skin and clothing forming some sort of pattern. There's no feeling of movement on your skin, no itch, but there's a faint sensation of heat.
OOC: Holidays + sister returning from college + taking over some supervisory duties at work because mine is pregnant = holy crap I did not update this is way too freaking long! Sorry!
At the city gates, the sunlight ripples upon the door, then reflects brightly off of those close by. The light fades in a moment, but the color of it does not. It almost looks like you've been dusted with golden powder. Except it's moving, crawling over your skin and clothing forming some sort of pattern. There's no feeling of movement on your skin, no itch, but there's a faint sensation of heat.
OOC: Holidays + sister returning from college + taking over some supervisory duties at work because mine is pregnant = holy crap I did not update this is way too freaking long! Sorry!