>>6048285>>6048290>>6048291Ishmael makes it in time to make sure Kaz doesn't go tumbling off the edge like a friend of theirs, whom they do not seem concerned for, oddly enough. Perhaps whatever field is there has scrubbed that, too. Wasn't it just the three of them up here?
Waving an electrified fist and swinging it reveals that... nothing happens. The exhilaration from throwing the punch does seem to clear it up further. There's no way to remove whatever this is through brute force. It's more than just sticky air... it's a Fighting-Type's weakness... stuff they can't punch! Accursed, truly.
Katherine rolling around won't find much. Perhaps the other two might want to clue her in?
>>6048288>>6048297>>6048298The group silently follows behind, watching the pair approach the forest. They hold up their charms to the forest and walk in... van... huh? They were just here a moment ago. What happened? There's no way you lost sight of them, they were just... what's going on here? Did that charm they were talking about have something to do with it?
>>6048289>>6048292>>6048293>>6048295Wallis nearly bumps into Orner as she's turning around to consider leaving.
Evan, meanwhile, takes a good look at the design plastered on the banner as he begins sneaking through the grass. While he's not particularly sneaky by any means, he does get lucky enough that no one is looking at him directly. Being small and snake-like has its perks. He does move painfully slow, though. It's clear his stage is not meant to be belly-crawling.
Espurr waddles closer, trying to listen. It's a multitude of voices, all speaking different conversations at once. Without a way to look and connect the dots, you can only pick up and follow along as best as you can.
"We're leaving before sundown. Pack your things."
"Already? Did we even do anything here?"
"Don't talk back."
"Is everyone here?"
"Probably waiting on some patrols to finish up. Do you know where we're going?"
"Uh... no. Not yet. I think they might say when we get to the portal."
"I hope it's somewhere nice. I can't stand being in the cold again."
"...well, anywhere is possible."
"Did you get the info from that priest?"
"Uh-huh. I have the paper here."
"Good. Bring that..."
"Watch it! I'm moving heavy things here. Out of the way!"
They seem complacent and confident that their perception shield would keep out unwanted visitors. Their brazen actions do little to hide that fact.
