[ As the dust settles and Magicman's head stops spinning quite as much, he raises his badly damaged arm to look himself over.
Yellow light shows through cracks; as he makes them visible to check if there's been any damage done, they show clearly to Forte too; shackles, spinning wheels around each 'wrist' and ankle, and a larger one rotating slowly on his back. They're complex programs that are meant to lock something in place. They don't seem to impede this navi's movement, but they're important to him, at least.
There is the faintest suggestion of something else roiling beneath the surface, a strange note underneath all this.
Magicman is still having trouble with the strange signal Forte was emitting; he's trying to work out what it is, exactly. His dizzied processes don't help much, but he has his suspicions. He puts them aside for now. ]
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Yellow light shows through cracks; as he makes them visible to check if there's been any damage done, they show clearly to Forte too; shackles, spinning wheels around each 'wrist' and ankle, and a larger one rotating slowly on his back. They're complex programs that are meant to lock something in place. They don't seem to impede this navi's movement, but they're important to him, at least.
There is the faintest suggestion of something else roiling beneath the surface, a strange note underneath all this.
Magicman is still having trouble with the strange signal Forte was emitting; he's trying to work out what it is, exactly. His dizzied processes don't help much, but he has his suspicions. He puts them aside for now. ]