[ Matt's gaze catches on Tezcatlipoca's obsidian leg, then narrows onto the rising smoke. He only has time to register the gravity in Tezcatlipoca's tone as he says authority and Black Sun before that smoke is breezing his way, winding around him almost like an umbral cat might do. (Feline imagery again, but what can you do ...? Cats gonna cat.)
Matt smiles curiously. He turns towards the smoke, reaching up to see if he'll feel anything when his fingers pass through. The magic of it is so vibrant, Matt's half convinced it'll be tangible to him in at least some way. ]
I love manipulating probability, [ he notes, pleased. He dips his head to try and catch the smoke when he inhales. To take some of that sweet scent into himself, if he can. ] Thanks, Tezcatlipoca. I'll try and make the most of it.
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Matt smiles curiously. He turns towards the smoke, reaching up to see if he'll feel anything when his fingers pass through. The magic of it is so vibrant, Matt's half convinced it'll be tangible to him in at least some way. ]
I love manipulating probability, [ he notes, pleased. He dips his head to try and catch the smoke when he inhales. To take some of that sweet scent into himself, if he can. ] Thanks, Tezcatlipoca. I'll try and make the most of it.