"If I can make this jump, so can you."
With that Will dissolved away, reappearing on a distant spire. He had to make everything look so goddamn easy.
Langston creeped up on edge of the needle like landmass, decreasing the distance between himself and his destination before he chanced the shift. Exhaling deeply, he tried to empty his mind of everything but the rough patch of dirt on the distant spire. He focused in on the spot, taking in every detail as he pushed thoughts of Minerva out of his head. It was better not to think of her and get moving.
'Best to start strong' he thought, echoing the young captain's words.
Before he could teleport, tiny stampeding feet thundered past him, completely breaking his concentration. The willowy man watched as the the mousy lass, Margret, darted past, puffing in and out of existence instantaneously, with a pack of Sparrows in hot pursuit.
"Or a host, rather." he whispered, correcting himself under his breath and smiling sheepishly. It had been too long since he'd found something genuinely funny.
" Iffin you look for it, if you let your mind go still fer a bit... you can feel her in there, wigglin' about like she's tryin' ta grip the inside a your fuckin' skull. That grip'll tighten when she's windin' up to hit us with somethin', use it like a call out... a warnin', might buy us a few seconds 'fore shit goes sideways."
The pale boy's chest tightened, as he over heard Ezrah's advice. The idea of that woman slithering through his thoughts was enough to make him want to wretch, and this kid wanted him to focus on it? No, if anything he shouldn't think about her, or anything for that matter. Why was he thinking about any of this right now, he was trying to clear his mind not get lost in it. His thoughts started racing, what was he still doing here? He should have teleported already, so why was he still standing on the fucking edge of this cliff? Did he even know how to teleport-- maybe he hadn't gone because he didn't know how, or couldn-
Consumed with worry, Langston was unaware of the little figure standing directly behind him. With one hard open handed push the lanky man stumbled over the ledge, letting out a startled yelp as his feet left the solid ground. Closing his eyes he pictured the the patch of earth again, desperately willing his form to appear on that exact spot. With a heavy thud, his fall came to a sudden stop. His excited, almost victorious, laughter quickly turned into violent coughing, thick dirt swirling up around him, coating his nose and throat in dry clay. Sitting up he wiped the dirt from his face.That was far easier than he thought it'd be... maybe a little fun even... or at least the rush of adrenaline made it seem fun.
One of the many Sparrows materialized next to him, "Am I gonna hafta push you off every one a these?"
"I'd rather you didn't," he said with a nervous, but genuine laugh as he tried to get back on his feet.
With that Will dissolved away, reappearing on a distant spire. He had to make everything look so goddamn easy.
Langston creeped up on edge of the needle like landmass, decreasing the distance between himself and his destination before he chanced the shift. Exhaling deeply, he tried to empty his mind of everything but the rough patch of dirt on the distant spire. He focused in on the spot, taking in every detail as he pushed thoughts of Minerva out of his head. It was better not to think of her and get moving.
'Best to start strong' he thought, echoing the young captain's words.
Before he could teleport, tiny stampeding feet thundered past him, completely breaking his concentration. The willowy man watched as the the mousy lass, Margret, darted past, puffing in and out of existence instantaneously, with a pack of Sparrows in hot pursuit.
"Or a host, rather." he whispered, correcting himself under his breath and smiling sheepishly. It had been too long since he'd found something genuinely funny.
" Iffin you look for it, if you let your mind go still fer a bit... you can feel her in there, wigglin' about like she's tryin' ta grip the inside a your fuckin' skull. That grip'll tighten when she's windin' up to hit us with somethin', use it like a call out... a warnin', might buy us a few seconds 'fore shit goes sideways."
The pale boy's chest tightened, as he over heard Ezrah's advice. The idea of that woman slithering through his thoughts was enough to make him want to wretch, and this kid wanted him to focus on it? No, if anything he shouldn't think about her, or anything for that matter. Why was he thinking about any of this right now, he was trying to clear his mind not get lost in it. His thoughts started racing, what was he still doing here? He should have teleported already, so why was he still standing on the fucking edge of this cliff? Did he even know how to teleport-- maybe he hadn't gone because he didn't know how, or couldn-
Consumed with worry, Langston was unaware of the little figure standing directly behind him. With one hard open handed push the lanky man stumbled over the ledge, letting out a startled yelp as his feet left the solid ground. Closing his eyes he pictured the the patch of earth again, desperately willing his form to appear on that exact spot. With a heavy thud, his fall came to a sudden stop. His excited, almost victorious, laughter quickly turned into violent coughing, thick dirt swirling up around him, coating his nose and throat in dry clay. Sitting up he wiped the dirt from his face.That was far easier than he thought it'd be... maybe a little fun even... or at least the rush of adrenaline made it seem fun.
One of the many Sparrows materialized next to him, "Am I gonna hafta push you off every one a these?"
"I'd rather you didn't," he said with a nervous, but genuine laugh as he tried to get back on his feet.