02-02-2005, 06:25 AM
See? Yes it could see and it was glorious. But it's take on the events unfolding? How could it say? It knew not what the others were capable of, so how could it discren how things were going? Stating the obvious would be insulting. But underestimating either party could lead to more trouble.
Bad. Holy.
Was all it conveyed about the matter at hand as parts of it extended from within its fold, quickly coiling a wrapping themselves around her midriff. The tendrils were thread thin at first, but quickly grew in size and girth as they wove themselves in a complex symphony of pattern and form. Certain pieces thinned out and softened, becoming supple to the touch, while other pieces thickened and became hard, rounding themselves out into buttons. Cloth buttons sure, but buttons none-the-less.
When it had finished a part of it was secured around her waist in the form of a belt adorned with numerous pouches of varying size. It had imitated designer belts before, but never a "utility" one, so it could only guess as to how one would look and feel. Sure the pouches may have been the wrong sizes, in the wrong places, or even just plain old wrong....but the cloak knew how it felt to be without, so if it could spare another from feeling such it would do whatever it could.
Gift. Have.
That having been done, it turned it focus back to other things. Namely the face it had seen when the young woman had turned her head. It could see the face of their companion more clearly now, but sadly it was not one it recognized. Strange had apparently pulled people from all over the place and not just his little circle of friends and confidants. She was pretty though, which at the moment probably wasn't going to be the most help.
But once more attending to the conflict below new feelings crossed over it. Especially as it watched the bright energied male attack. If he failed to hurt the guard he would surely upset him, which would possibly put the entire ground on the ground in danger. But if he succeeded and hurt the guard.... What then? Would the guards see the attack as a reason to execute them all? Would he call for reinforcements and make the situation even more dire? Would said Security Master be summoned forth?
Success. Surrounded.
It let the feeling of being outnumbered follow a feeling of accomplishmet, hoping Franki would be able to draw the same conclusions it had. If worse did in fact come to worse it could always seperate itself from her and risk the dark dimension again in an attempt to teleport the street level party out of harm's way. But in doing so it would be exposing itself, both to the Green Eyes and to the guards below. But what else could it do? It would need a host in order to become invisible, something it could not do on its own, but how could it ask anyone to risk that place again?
Bad. Holy.
Was all it conveyed about the matter at hand as parts of it extended from within its fold, quickly coiling a wrapping themselves around her midriff. The tendrils were thread thin at first, but quickly grew in size and girth as they wove themselves in a complex symphony of pattern and form. Certain pieces thinned out and softened, becoming supple to the touch, while other pieces thickened and became hard, rounding themselves out into buttons. Cloth buttons sure, but buttons none-the-less.
When it had finished a part of it was secured around her waist in the form of a belt adorned with numerous pouches of varying size. It had imitated designer belts before, but never a "utility" one, so it could only guess as to how one would look and feel. Sure the pouches may have been the wrong sizes, in the wrong places, or even just plain old wrong....but the cloak knew how it felt to be without, so if it could spare another from feeling such it would do whatever it could.
Gift. Have.
That having been done, it turned it focus back to other things. Namely the face it had seen when the young woman had turned her head. It could see the face of their companion more clearly now, but sadly it was not one it recognized. Strange had apparently pulled people from all over the place and not just his little circle of friends and confidants. She was pretty though, which at the moment probably wasn't going to be the most help.
But once more attending to the conflict below new feelings crossed over it. Especially as it watched the bright energied male attack. If he failed to hurt the guard he would surely upset him, which would possibly put the entire ground on the ground in danger. But if he succeeded and hurt the guard.... What then? Would the guards see the attack as a reason to execute them all? Would he call for reinforcements and make the situation even more dire? Would said Security Master be summoned forth?
Success. Surrounded.
It let the feeling of being outnumbered follow a feeling of accomplishmet, hoping Franki would be able to draw the same conclusions it had. If worse did in fact come to worse it could always seperate itself from her and risk the dark dimension again in an attempt to teleport the street level party out of harm's way. But in doing so it would be exposing itself, both to the Green Eyes and to the guards below. But what else could it do? It would need a host in order to become invisible, something it could not do on its own, but how could it ask anyone to risk that place again?