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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ink" data-source="post: 3214349" data-attributes="member: 48069">Emptiness, not unlike ink gradual thickness and slowly pollutes her. She is lost in a dream almost recalled, almost awake. She would open her eyes, but the colors have been stolen. There are voices but she cannot hear the words. There is darkness but she cannot see. There is torment and she curls in her bed as a child might. She cannot feel the pain. Forever is this night. Eternal is this damnation. Es eyes remain wide open, her pupils the softest of grey. Her slender childlike lips parted as if to gasp, as if to cry, as if to breath. Es pulls away from the whole, her body, still attached, and she would whine from the tearing. But she cannot. She cannot see. She cannot hear. She cannot breath. Yet each hour less than the last, but the time does not recede but continues…and it is and empty shell of a thought, a pretentious comfort in this wracking agony of a prison that is her body. The shadow changes, it alters and there are images. Images of light and life, pictures of warmth and a reality beyond this inky nothingness rush upon the adult-child’s senses.Scenes of Endeca and her easygoing smile, the elf’s face sparkling with curiosity. Endeca’s good-natured charm infects those around her again with a shining box. Abruptly a fair skinned hand snaps out, grabbing Endeca’s hand as she reaches for the winged box. Irthos’ piercing brown eyes flash orange for a second, his perfectly toned muscles rippling to a halt as Iejir hand rest gently on her friend’s forearm. Endeca’s emerald eyes sparkle, like the box, with gold, winking as if to Es as if the Elf could see Es right here, right now. Endeca’s outfit of scraps and color blur out of focus, a movement a breaking of glass…And her mother’s voice… crushes her daughter’s thoughts, destroying Es’ dream, commanding her once more.“Track it. Find out where it is going. NOW!”And in that instant Es is awake and running. Strange… Was I not in my bed fast asleep? Was I not under my covers? Was I not nude? How are my weapons on my fingertips again? The air itself streams around her. She is beyond any mortal quickness. There is a sound of breaking glass, as the little box leaves; and another breaking of glass—the second is Es. She is out her own fourth floor window almost the same instant as the box far below her flees, but nevertheless it is still directly under her.  Es is alive again, and this world, unlike her dream, is slow and well within her control. Everything moves unhurried here. Like a water nymph she turns in the air, her cloak her current, she catches the glass around her like leaves on a stream, silently. She smiles at the shining toy, taking time to enjoy the view above, below, around her. Track it? Why not just take it? Frustratingly she cannot disobey.Calmly in flow of her turn, Es lands, using a ledge below as a swimmer might, her knees drawn in, she pushes up, out, momentum pouring her body forward. The box is off in a whir around corners down alleys. Akin to possessed, Es follows every bend, every flight. She steps impossibly sideways about every turn, gliding, twisting through the air, suddenly catching a corner and then another, the hunter glides along in silence, in darkness. Not so far behind, perhaps wanting to touch her prey, relaxed, now knowing the box’s turns sometimes before it makes them, following it fluidly, deducing the tiny toy’s movements and final destination with every step. Her finger tips barley touch the earth with every landing and the new city streets pass below her like a grey dirt river.Occ Most of this is rp but: Mem Autohypnosis to memorize and remember as much as she can about the box, including inner mechanics that she used with her knowledge checks from before. Mem command was sent to Es telepathically through Crystal Unicorn horn (Psi crystal). If she must, Es uses urban tracking feat to follow the box. Cog, please tell me if you need me to roll for any of these including: Slight of hand for the catching the glass window Es broke. Feather fall and tumble for movement, Move silently, and Hide with appropriate minus checks for moving at full out which should be 280’ for Es. </blockquote>

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