Originally Posted by
Slii Arhem
"Oh god why is it ALWAYS RUNNING!" First there was that boulder in the temple with the skeletized dead god bleeding fire, then that surprisingly functional ruin full of malevolent clockwork gears, and now even in his retirement Corvin can't escape the running. At least this time he's running towards something and not away.
Still, two men running after a distraught lady spreading cursed changes in her wake could look a little dodgy. Corvin will summon up some of the magic he'd had left over from the bad old days that looked so good from the bottom of an empty glass. His image shifts from ill-fitting, quite strained and rumpled suit to official looking emergency gear. Not distinct enough to belong to any given organization, just looking enough like a generic first responder to make most people decide he must be official. And then having already lost time on the running lady and the quadrupedally gifted Domhnall who managed to fit a whole hoof into his mouth and still gallop out the door, Corvin takes off for the streets of Inside.
Quoth stays behind on one of the tables, the intangible bird cawwing its feathery butt off about its partner's hijinks.