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The two Uratha call upon the spiritual energy within them, willing that side forward and feeling it catch and pull them across the Gauntlet. And just like that they stand on the reflection of the hospital's roof, instead of simply the roof itself. The fisherman-looking spirit is staring off into space, perhaps at something in particular, and there's not really anything else of note nearby.
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Jeremiah shakes like he's trying to get water off of his fur. If he had fur at least. Looking at the spirit for a moment he scans around the reflection of the roof. "Your lead boss." He moves closer to the edge of the roof and looks over. Wondering if there would be spirits in the streets or if it would be empty.
Neither would make him happy, full meant this would be interesting. Empty meant something could be responsible.
Gwen's eyes shift to the spirit, offering the creature a nod that humans would associate with appreciation. No telling how a spirit would interpret it, but sometimes it's the thought that counts. At least, she hopes it's the thought that counts.
"Come on," she tells the thing. "We'll get you back to the river. Then you can live off all the fish there, and we'll do everything we can against the half-breeds." And without further ado, she leads the way across the spiritscape to the river. Some part of her is vaguely aware that they could walking into something big, but she knows that until they reach the water, this is their territory. Her territory. Come fire, come death, come anything, she could count on this piece of terrain.
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The spirit doesn't really visibly react to the nod, probably doesn't even realize what it is. But it follows the Uratha docilely enough. Though he seems to get a bit more nervous the closer to the river's banks they get. However they do, eventually, reach the river's reflection without incident.
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Once the group arrives at the river shore, Gwen looks over the water for a few minutes, dispatching Jeremiah to look over the next stretch the spirit will have to cross on its way into the river. Once they're relatively certain there are no immediate unnatural threats to the fisherman-spirit, the Sworn say their goodbyes to the spirit, and make their way back home. Tomorrow would be another night to look into the river.
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