Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:
"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"
"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."
"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually
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So after a second of that he sucks in a breath, concentrates, and pulls them back in with a little wince. They've never gone in or out easy, not since...
At least the bat doesn't spend a whole lot of time on the matter, though. In fact, two seconds later, it seems to have forgotten about them completely. The angel could get used to that sort of reaction, really. He shrugs, shaking his head at the 'not in Kansas anymore' thing. There's not a whole lot he knows about the Rift other than 'it takes people from other places and puts them here' and 'there are a helluva lot of wanderers in Chicago'.
"Back? Don't know," he says, flopping backwards onto the grass once more. "I think--I don't think people can get back. I mean, there's a fuck lot of wanderers here and I'd--and you'd think that there wouldn't be if they could go home." Or maybe they would. Never know what they're running from, after all.
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He lets go of the branch and flaps his wings. "Well. It's been lovely chatting, you... Very strange... Human-shaped thing, but I've got a rain forest to find. Adios."
...Yes, the bat did suddenly get a bit lucid on you there, angel. Sometimes it happens. And now he's going to fly away before you can appreciate it.
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...that has got to be the weirdest encounter he's had with anything ever.
After a few minutes of staring in bewilderment at the sky, though, he shrugs and lays back down. He might not be able to get back to sleep, but he can rest or something, and maybe this time a bat won't fall on him.
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