"What, like a ritual?" Tug asks, not really getting what Animus was talking about. "What do we need to prepare for? We just do it, right? You worried about where to keep your clothes or something?" he laughs.
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"What, like a ritual?" Tug asks, not really getting what Animus was talking about. "What do we need to prepare for? We just do it, right? You worried about where to keep your clothes or something?" he laughs.
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Animus is a bit bemused. "Where we keep our clothes, and I don't want to have to worry about Sleepers watching."
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"This one never cares," West laughs, winking at the bird on his shoulder. "Enter freely, and of your own will," he intones, wagging his eyebrows, and heading inside.
Animus can pass the Ward now that he's been invited & met the Exemption Condition.
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Ankh nips West's ear after his comment and then latches onto the towel, trying to stay on his shoulder as he steps into the building. She gives a little chirp of protest as he walks inside.
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Animus follows, chuckling at West's and Ankh's antics, and idly wondering what made him think of Plotski's church.
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Tug follows along behind, casually removing his jacket and shirt and laying them down on one of the pews. He takes his knuckles from the jacket and lays them on top. "No time like the present," he announces happily. He takes a seat and finishes stripping unabashed before he begins chanting. He concentrates on his weapons to keep the Abyss at bay, and in his mind's eye, he travels to the Wilds to meet Falcon, and the two agree to switch places for a while...
Shapechanging 3sux
Falcon/Tug takes wing with a triumphant screech, then takes a victory lap around the room before settling back on the pew with his clothes and spreading his wings at Animus.
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Once inside, Animus strips out of his clothing. Pulling his ring off, he holds it in front of him, channelling his spell through it, willing himself to become the falcon.
Greater Shapechanging 3 suxx
The ring falls into his pile of clothes as he shifts, just as he had envisioned. He flies around the room once, wings beating more powerfully than would seem possible, then heads for the door, trusting the others to follow.
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"Be careful," West whispers to the last bird, perched on his shoulder. He'd have to remember to go back to the house and bring a spare set of clothes here for her.
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Ankh nuzzles her soft head against his cheek and gives a slight chirp in understanding and farewell before she too takes to the air and follows Animus out the door. She feels a slight pang of guilt that West cannot go with them and feel the sheer joy and freedom of flying. Maybe someday she will teach him what it means to fly.
For now, she focuses her mind on the destination and trying to keep up with Animus.
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Falcon/Tug also follows behind. The wind traveling above and beneath his wings feels...amazing. Like holding your head out the window while you drive, only better, cuz you're whole body is out of the car, and the view, God, the view! Tug has to remind himself not to let his Self be subsumed by his Shape. He looks at Ankh and Animus, then drifts into a winger position behind the Herald.
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