To his left, he'll hear the soft sounds of someone trailing their nails along the rock face. It's a strange, gentle scraping that's approaching slowly, casually. There's a familiar feeling from the new arrival: The same as the Wizard. But the body is wrong. It isn't the usual small, petite form of the current year's Wizard. There's muscle and height and, of course, the good butt. While the defining feature, the hat, is present... the pajamas are absent. Instead they're wearing black robes decorated with deep purple clouds and blue stars. They're wearing what can only be compared to a plague doctor's mask. Not a single inch of skin is showing and their eyes are hidden behind tinted glass. Instead of a long beak on the front of their mask, the mouth section is a maw of sharp teeth that, even parted, shows nothing behind it.
They exhale as they arrive, their breath forming a fog in the air in front of them. It hasn't gotten cold, but there's a sudden stillness all around them. What now, Luka? The voice didn't answer, and now there's this. He can keep hunting around with the smooth rock face, if it's a door is there a handle? Or will the new arrival distract him from the door?
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To his left, he'll hear the soft sounds of someone trailing their nails along the rock face. It's a strange, gentle scraping that's approaching slowly, casually. There's a familiar feeling from the new arrival: The same as the Wizard. But the body is wrong. It isn't the usual small, petite form of the current year's Wizard. There's muscle and height and, of course, the good butt. While the defining feature, the hat, is present... the pajamas are absent. Instead they're wearing black robes decorated with deep purple clouds and blue stars. They're wearing what can only be compared to a plague doctor's mask. Not a single inch of skin is showing and their eyes are hidden behind tinted glass. Instead of a long beak on the front of their mask, the mouth section is a maw of sharp teeth that, even parted, shows nothing behind it.
They exhale as they arrive, their breath forming a fog in the air in front of them. It hasn't gotten cold, but there's a sudden stillness all around them. What now, Luka? The voice didn't answer, and now there's this. He can keep hunting around with the smooth rock face, if it's a door is there a handle? Or will the new arrival distract him from the door?