[ For all intents and purposes, the smoke truly just seems to be smoke. It’s no more tangible and leaves nothing behind other than the lingering smell of copal and campfire. And luckily, it’s no different to inhale it either. It’s still inhaling smoke, so there’s that, but the scent and magically-charged nature of it actually makes it somewhat pleasant.

Tezcatlipoca laughs though as he sees what Matt does. Matt’s curious, he’ll give him that.

He shifts his weight from one leg to the other like he’s getting ready for a sprint, but it’s just his idle energy expressing itself. He’s feeling charged now, so he really wants to use it. Too bad that this is a hunt for something intangible instead of something messy he could tear into. ]

Anyways, let’s get goin’. If you’re gonna be bait, I’ll have to stay outta sight, since I figure if it has any intelligence, it’s gonna know better than to try and fuck with me.

[ He looks up to one of the balconies above that overlooks the Tears, then with a shrug followed be a low crouch, he leaps up to it with easy strength and elegance. As soon as he lands, he dips down to all fours, and thus, he is truly not beating the cat allegations today. ]

You wanna keep chattin’, let’s do it through Communion.