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Temperance sucks in deep breath as Mr Scovner manages to force out a plea despite whatever mental manipulations are overriding his senses. As he turns and scrambles back into the chaos of the street, she releases that breath in a shuddering gasp. Her phone chirps again, more messages from the crew, and she scans the room for Tyrone, the owner and cook at Gigabites. Motioning to him as he pops up from behind the counter, no doubt grabbing for a weapon back there, she shouts out as her feet carry her toward the shattered front window.

"Get everyone to the back room." No windows and a single door from the front and one to the back alley make the game room defensible. Planting her feet, she bends at the knees and leaps through the window and skids to a stop amid broken glass and surging bodies on the sidewalk. Tucking a hand under the collar of her shirt, she touches the cold metal of the amulet and finds reassurance in its presence. Staring into the dark where the buildings overhand shades out the sun, she opens her mind to the connections made by the Tenebris. Shadows lurk in every corner, in every alley, and she sees through them all. Fleeting images, sounds, like fast forwarding a movie. It's enough to get an idea of how big this riot is, and the large man that seems to be at the center of it. It's too much chaos to take in, too much noise and movement to glean anything helpful.

Pulling her mind back to herself, she jabs at the flip phone with her thumb at a speed that practically guarantees typos in the message to the group.

{@ Gigabites. I'm heaging for they giant with the big mouth. }

With that, she shoves the phone in her pocket and draws on the amulet to wreathe herself in shadows. Not a costume, exactly, but instantly available and an ideal disguise in case the beaks make an appearance. Stepping into the shadows, she slips between them to close the distance on the ringleader. It seems instant from the physical side but time moves odd in the Tenebris and each jump feels like dozens of seconds in the cold and the dark with only her own brain to speak with. Not ideal, but a small price to pay for what is effectively teleportation. Dropping out of the darkness created by laundry dangling from a line between two buildings, she moves with purpose as the people swarm in search of violence or to escape it.

Temperance sucks in deep breath as Mr Scovner manages to force out a plea despite whatever mental manipulations are overriding his senses. As he turns and scrambles back into the chaos of the street, she releases that breath in a shuddering gasp. Her phone chirps again, more messages from the crew, and she scans the room for Tyrone, the owner and cook at Gigabites. Motioning to him as he pops up from behind the counter, no doubt grabbing for a weapon back there, she shouts out as her feet carry her toward the shattered front window.

"Get everyone to the back room." No windows and a single door from the front and one to the back alley make the game room defensible. Planting her feet, she bends at the knees and leaps through the window and skids to a stop amid broken glass and surging bodies on the sidewalk. Tucking a hand under the collar of her shirt, she touches the cold metal of the amulet and finds reassurance in its presence. Staring into the dark where the buildings overhand shades out the sun, she opens her mind to the connections made by the Tenebris. Shadows lurk in every corner, in every alley, and she sees through them all. Fleeting images, sounds, like fast forwarding a movie. It's enough to get an idea of how big this riot is, and the large man that seems to be at the center of it. It's too much chaos to take in, too much noise and movement to glean anything helpful.

Pulling her mind back to herself, she jabs at the flip phone with her thumb at a speed that practically guarantees typos.

{@ Gigabites. I'm heading for the giant with the big mouth. }

With that, she shoves the phone in her pocket and draws on the amulet to wreathe herself in shadows. Not a costume, exactly, but instantly available and an ideal disguise in case the beaks make an appearance. Stepping into the shadows, she slips between them to close the distance on the ringleader. It seems instant from the physical side but time moves odd in the Tenebris and each jump feels like dozens of seconds in the cold and the dark with only her own brain to speak with. Not ideal, but a small price to pay for what is effectively teleportation. Dropping out of the darkness created by laundry dangling from a line between two buildings, she moves with purpose as the people swarm in search of violence or to escape it.