Concentrated lightning.
{Larxene and the Lessers are available to tag in any world, at any time. Even Milliways. The chase will continue for quite some time.}
New York was a shambles. Every grid in the city was blowing almost as soon as it came online. The lightning storms were phenomenal in a city that thought to have already seen everything. Larxene, pacing her roof at ever increasing speeds, stared out over the dark, flickering city and hissed. Cities on their knees were, of course, entertaining in their own right...but only when intentional.
Too much longer ensconced in this world and she'd give away the safe house. It still had reliable power after all.
Too much longer contained...
...she didn't care to think beyond that.
It was time to leave. Time to turn her back on the foundering city and arc away. The Ninjas had felt it coming; the breaking point. They'd been restless and shifty all day. They'd even pushed and prodded the Dancers in residence towards...packing. Anything that should not be left behind. From bright streamers of silk to weapons...and of course three kittens that were tucked in Larxene's hood after a moment of frustrated thought. Really, they needed cat carriers that could hide their hearts on the darkpaths.
Regardless. It was time to leave.
To run.
The paths opened and the Nobodies poured through like water, chasing the dark coated leader. Chasing, or running just as fervently, reveling in motion. The motive didn't matter, they all left, the strung and wired warehouse soon forgotten as they flickered through world after world, laughing.
A stretch of several miles here, a heartbeat of Somebody shock there. The paths opened, they chased, and then another path opened. Through fields and down mountains covered in snow; across the rim of volcanoes and even weaving through the wooded slopes of Milliways. A kaleidoscope of lightning preceded them; thundering echoes lingered when they left.
Larxene, and the Nobodies in her care were running. Nothing else truly mattered.
New York was a shambles. Every grid in the city was blowing almost as soon as it came online. The lightning storms were phenomenal in a city that thought to have already seen everything. Larxene, pacing her roof at ever increasing speeds, stared out over the dark, flickering city and hissed. Cities on their knees were, of course, entertaining in their own right...but only when intentional.
Too much longer ensconced in this world and she'd give away the safe house. It still had reliable power after all.
Too much longer contained...
...she didn't care to think beyond that.
It was time to leave. Time to turn her back on the foundering city and arc away. The Ninjas had felt it coming; the breaking point. They'd been restless and shifty all day. They'd even pushed and prodded the Dancers in residence towards...packing. Anything that should not be left behind. From bright streamers of silk to weapons...and of course three kittens that were tucked in Larxene's hood after a moment of frustrated thought. Really, they needed cat carriers that could hide their hearts on the darkpaths.
Regardless. It was time to leave.
To run.
The paths opened and the Nobodies poured through like water, chasing the dark coated leader. Chasing, or running just as fervently, reveling in motion. The motive didn't matter, they all left, the strung and wired warehouse soon forgotten as they flickered through world after world, laughing.
A stretch of several miles here, a heartbeat of Somebody shock there. The paths opened, they chased, and then another path opened. Through fields and down mountains covered in snow; across the rim of volcanoes and even weaving through the wooded slopes of Milliways. A kaleidoscope of lightning preceded them; thundering echoes lingered when they left.
Larxene, and the Nobodies in her care were running. Nothing else truly mattered.