He is wet. Cold. Unarmed (that's fixable). Missing his glasses (unneeded) and the bulk he's relied on all his life.
Well. He's been in desperate situations before, hasn't he? The first thing to do is figure out what this body is capable of. Wearing it, it's not entirely unlike the time he rode the memories of a magic worker in his own world. Gods, the lingering scent-signature around him, coffee and tobacco, wasn't entirely unlike her sigil had been, the sensation of needle piercing fabric rhythmically.
Right, this is just another game, a deadly tightrope act. He's not usually the mastermind, but he is trained in the art of false-facing. As he picks himself up off the ground and swipes this dandy-long hair out of his face, he's already trying to formulate a plan.
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Well. He's been in desperate situations before, hasn't he? The first thing to do is figure out what this body is capable of. Wearing it, it's not entirely unlike the time he rode the memories of a magic worker in his own world. Gods, the lingering scent-signature around him, coffee and tobacco, wasn't entirely unlike her sigil had been, the sensation of needle piercing fabric rhythmically.
Right, this is just another game, a deadly tightrope act. He's not usually the mastermind, but he is trained in the art of false-facing. As he picks himself up off the ground and swipes this dandy-long hair out of his face, he's already trying to formulate a plan.