[ The next step Conrad takes...somehow places him much farther down the stairwell, and about thirty steps below he swears he can see another figure, but the wind is so brisk that his eyes are tearing and he doubts his voice will reach. But he tries anyway. ]
Hello down there...!?
[ His tone can't help but have a degree of question to it, halves of his words cut out by the rainless storm that keeps going strong. ]
[ The first step Jace takes finds him much further up than he anticipated, and it's jarring to say the least. He blinks, holds himself on the step he's seemingly teleported to, and then looks directly toward the noise coming from above him. ]
Hello?
[ He can barely hear himself over the storm. It's disconcerting. ]
[ Squinting brings Conrad a slightly better look, however unexpected that might be. There is someone there; he's not imagining it. A decent conclusion for the moment...except that the person seems to be making the same bizarre jumps from step to next ten steps that Conrad happens to be. Confusing. Uncomfortable. Weird. ]
Who are you?
[ He knows well the futility of decent communication in this thrice confounded tower but questions are always important and a scrap of some information is better than none at all. A moment passes and maybe he blinks.
Maybe not.
But if Jace looks down he'll see what Conrad sees.
Wraith-like distortions of hands and smoke-like shadows filling in whatever might have been down there before, creeping upward, not too fast, but fast enough.
Giving up with the words, Conrad gestures wildly and then tries to emphatically point down. Trouble.
Or...er...well it certainly doesn't look like anything good. ]
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Hello down there...!?
[ His tone can't help but have a degree of question to it, halves of his words cut out by the rainless storm that keeps going strong. ]
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Hello?
[ He can barely hear himself over the storm. It's disconcerting. ]
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Who are you?
[ He knows well the futility of decent communication in this thrice confounded tower but questions are always important and a scrap of some information is better than none at all. A moment passes and maybe he blinks.
Maybe not.
But if Jace looks down he'll see what Conrad sees.
Wraith-like distortions of hands and smoke-like shadows filling in whatever might have been down there before, creeping upward, not too fast, but fast enough.
Giving up with the words, Conrad gestures wildly and then tries to emphatically point down. Trouble.
Or...er...well it certainly doesn't look like anything good. ]
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