A GLORIOUS MID-AIR MEETING OF MINDS. Or well, heads, at least.

[robenwizrdharem]

[You know when birds collide in mid-air, and they squawk a bit and flap and recover and move on? Yeah, no. From above you (yes, you) there's a bang and a pair of cries of pain and some small mechanical parts like cogs raining down and then a tiny young moron with a stick and an older moron with rocket boots falling at you]

( Celebrating the most

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[bicycloptic]

[See Bandou. See Bandou stop. See Bandou get 'rained' upon by two morons. See Bandou NOT HAPPY.]

[bicycloptic]

If there are any special identifying characteristics I can keep an eye out for it.

[robenwizrdharem]

Ah... it'll be fine, really. I mean, I could tell you it's a six-foot or so branch of oak but that... doesn't mean that much in a forested swamp, I guess.

[bicycloptic]

Not so much. Knowing the size helps, though. [nods]

[robenwizrdharem]

If I'm lucky, it'll still have a bandage around part of it to make it easy to spot.

[bicycloptic]

You came from that direction, right? [points]

[robenwizrdharem]

Yeah... at least, around there. Thanks for the help, sir.

[bicycloptic]

It's no problem. I have nothing better to do at the moment. How about I scout out that side and you take the other side.

[robenwizrdharem]

... alright! Thanks! Uhm. Negi Springfield.

[bicycloptic]

[already looking around, but glances back smiling over his shoulder]

Bandou Mitsuru. You're welcome.

[robenwizrdharem]

[waaaaaiiiiiits for you to turn back all innocent-like]

[bicycloptic]

[sry too busy searching to pay attention]

[robenwizrdharem]

[concentrates, and mumbles something. totally sneaky Force Pull of staff goes here honest]

[bicycloptic]

[WHAT THE HELL WAS WHAT WHOOSHING NOISE?!]

[robenwizrdharem]

--ahah! F-found it, heh...

[bicycloptic]

[blinks and looks over]

You did? That's good!