[The first prick of invisible noise makes him stop immediately. The sound is human, and so he realizes this is indeed either fae or Shard-bearer. It's uncertain for this very moment whether that is a good thing or a bad thing.
It quickly becomes such a bad thing when Silco's voice is what peels out of the air like a Cheshire cat.]
Don't.
[The warning is undoubtedly futile, but he gives it anyway. The photograph winks into view, spinning gracefully toward the ground. He jerks toward it and reaches out, but for some reason... begins... falling? He's falling toward the ground, and the cape around him is much too large, tangling him.
No, he doesn't fall...? His chest and arms and hands don't come with any impact. No, he's standing there swallowed up by a long cape and over-sized pauldrons. The only thing that has really shrunken is the bodysuit, the cape. The long, dark hair has receded into something cropped close to his face, too.]
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It quickly becomes such a bad thing when Silco's voice is what peels out of the air like a Cheshire cat.]
Don't.
[The warning is undoubtedly futile, but he gives it anyway. The photograph winks into view, spinning gracefully toward the ground. He jerks toward it and reaches out, but for some reason... begins... falling? He's falling toward the ground, and the cape around him is much too large, tangling him.
No, he doesn't fall...? His chest and arms and hands don't come with any impact. No, he's standing there swallowed up by a long cape and over-sized pauldrons. The only thing that has really shrunken is the bodysuit, the cape. The long, dark hair has receded into something cropped close to his face, too.]