[ If Matt has ever wondered what it’s like to be an apex predator, he’ll get a good sense of it through the channel of Communion that’s open between them. The dark smoke that characterizes Tezcatlipoca is still there but gone is the campfire. It’s a moonless night, and there’s sharp focus and calm in the dark.
Physically, it does get hard to track him as well. There are little sounds like a creak of wood under his weight or a soft thump as he jumps from one balcony to another, but he’s shockingly quiet. Since he doesn’t put on his mask, it really is just the occasional shimmer of his hair that stands out in the dark. ]
Clever. And to be honest, probably has a better chance of catchin’ it than my claws. But I ain’t a Caster, so I got what I got.
[ A pause, and then: ]
…What’s the poem?
[ He doesn’t recognize either part, but the imagery is striking and fitting. Considering he likes poetry (secretly), he’s curious. ]
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Physically, it does get hard to track him as well. There are little sounds like a creak of wood under his weight or a soft thump as he jumps from one balcony to another, but he’s shockingly quiet. Since he doesn’t put on his mask, it really is just the occasional shimmer of his hair that stands out in the dark. ]
Clever. And to be honest, probably has a better chance of catchin’ it than my claws. But I ain’t a Caster, so I got what I got.
[ A pause, and then: ]
…What’s the poem?
[ He doesn’t recognize either part, but the imagery is striking and fitting. Considering he likes poetry (secretly), he’s curious. ]